A/N: In this chapter it will be extremely homophobic. Whatever homophobic that is said in this chapter does not project my views or feelings. Theses views are for the sake of the story. Please don't flame me to tell me that I am homophobic, flame me cause I am a shitty writer (smiles). Enjoy and review.
Homophobia Ahead so wear your helmet (giggles at her own joke) But seriously watch out. There is also VERY strong language. You have been warned!!!!
Carlos had been dreading this day for the past week now. Today is the day that Carlos has to go back to school. The day he has to face ridicule for something he didn't want to happen; for something he couldn't control. He would be blamed for all the problems in his family, circle of friends, and all the conflicts to do with him. Carlos wasn't scared; he was petrified.
He turned and looked into his full length mirror. The boy that was looking at him wasn't the Carlos Marino. He was an alien, a foreign being, looking back at him.
His once radiating gold skin was pale and sickly looking. His eyes were cushioned by bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and crying.
Before he had the most beautiful bouncing hair, but now his hair laid there limp, lying in front of his eyes like a black drape.
Carlos couldn't look at his own image anymore. All he saw was a sick little boy that could have done anything to protect himself but was too much of a pussy. He was disgusted by his own reflection. He walked away slowly; he couldn't take his own picture anymore.
Carlos walked over to his closet and picked out an outfit; a big black shirt that would hang loosely hiding any of the bruises that still littered his skin, and a pair of baggy jeans. Carlos pulled on the clothes slowly to avoid aggravating the bruises that still lingered on his dark skin.
He shook his head to move his hair. Walking into the bathroom Carlos closed his eyes. He hated it, he hated going to the bathroom now. He felt too vulnerable. He felt bare and exposed to anyone that happened to walk in without knocking.
He hurriedly and shakily went to the bathroom. Carlos had started a new bathing schedule; bathe only when told. He used to love baths and showers. He felt so relaxed, until he was defiled by that sick bastard. Now baths and showers were scary and rushed.
"Carlos, get your ass going" he heard his mother yell from the hall right outside of the bathroom Carlos opened the door, "Can I at least brush my teeth", asked Carlos quietly and nervously.
Carlos' mother had been trying to be nicer and to realize that he had been attacked only a week or two before. "Sorry Carlos, do what you need, but the bus is gonna come in fifteen minutes" Carlos' mother spoke in a soft, consoling voice.
Carlos backed into the washroom and brushed his teeth. When he came out his mother was gathering all his books and placing them in his bag. "Carlos, did you finish all the make-up work your teachers sent" asked his mother who was been over picking up his math book.
Carlos merely nodded, walking over to assist his mother in picking up the books. "How are you doing?" His mother turned to him, her deep green eyes searching his golden honey eyes. Carlos shrugged. Every time the detectives had come to his and his mother's apartment he has always put on a sturdy facade but when talking to his mother he would break down.
"Carlos, I know that today is going to be very harsh but will you try for me" Carlos' mom tried to read his expression. Carlos nodded and then put his head down; looking at the carpet he was sitting on. The light brown carpet was pretty normal for a small apartment.
"Come on honey. Don't want to miss the bus" Carlos' mom said picking his bag up and putting over her shoulder. Carlos drudged out of the house and to the bus stop. "I love you Carlos, I need to go to work. Be strong baby." Carlos' mom kissed his forehead, "I love you chico." Where the final words she said before walking away from him.
Soon an older boy joined Carlos at the bus stop. His name was Julio and he wasn't the nicest or most pleasant kid at Carlos' school. St. Francis' is a great school but sometimes they sent bad kids to be straightened out there.
"Hey fag, how are you doing?" asked Julio with a egotistical smirk plastered on his face. Carlos was going to ignore him; at least that was the plan. "What are you, the fag, too good for me? You are nothing more than a sperm bank for some old man" Julio was getting pleasure at Carlos' expense. Carlos wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He knew that the day was going to be hard but he didn't expect it to be this shitty so fast.
Soon another boy joined Julio and Carlos. It was Caesar. Caesar was one of Julio's followers. Carlos knew he was in for it.
"Hey this fag thinks he's to good to talk to me" Julio said filling Caesar in. "Oh so faggot, did you enjoy it" Caesar asked hoping to inflict as much pain as possible. Carlos' eyes were prickling with tears threatening to leak. He was both embarrassed and aggravated.
"Oh look, the fucking fag is going to cry now." Julio said rubbing his eyes pretending to cry. Lucky for Carlos the bus pulled up. Carlos sat on the bus up at the front. It was safe there no one would insult him so close to the bus driver. Carlos knew that only retards and goody-two-shoes sat in the front but he didn't care, being called a retard would be compliments if what had occurred earlier was only the beginning.
Carlos walked slowly into St. Francis', his head bowed down afraid of what anyone might say. Soon he felt a hand on his back. His head shot up so fast that the person that had touched him jumped away. "Oh hello, Mrs. Bell" Carlos said returning to his shell from his alert state.
"How are you Carlos" asked Mrs. Bell her skinny face showing only the purest of compassion.
"Besides the fact I have been called 'fag' more times then I can count for the fact that I was raped up the ass a week ago, I am fucking fantastic" Carlos walked away calmly leaving a shocked teacher behind him.