Warning: Long speech up ahead.
Summary: When Christina hears her son and his two friends get insulted, she has a stern lecture for the bully, his friends, and his parents. She will not tolerate bullying.
Christina knew that she wasn't the ideal parent. She didn't know the date when Blake would be born, and she ended up giving birth in the middle of the circus, during the performance. Blake gets two percent off because of that.
She gives Blake more lunch money than necessary. Maybe she should stop dropping Blake off at Dean's place all the time.
Despite all that, she does care about Blake.
She cried when she found out Blake had attempted suicide when she visited him in the hospital, she went to the hospital when Blake got hit by a car, she was pissed off when that woman insulted Dean when he was fifteen, she plans for Blake's birthday and where they would celebrate, and she enjoys taking him out to eat, just the two of them.
Blake, Christina, Dylan, and Alex were at a store. Her plan was to get some things to make homemade enchiladas with the three boys. She was in the next aisle, getting some Chile sauce and tortillas when she heard the insults.
There was the common insult 'faggots,' 'homos,' 'emo,' and 'suicidal.' Christina knew that it was directed towards her son and his friends. She nearly dropped the can in rage. She forced herself to count to ten, before she starts knocking things over while cussing.
"You know, suicidal people don't deserve to be in this world. It's just overpopulating the planet." The boy continued his rant. "Suicidal people are just weak. If you want to die, die already! We don't need homos and suicidal people around!"
Who the hell says shit like that? Christina thought, getting more pissed off. She decided that she had to intervene.
She turned the corner in the aisle. There were three boys and her three. Two of the boys looked ashamed and guilty. The one boy that probably insulted them, looked a little proud, and annoyed.
"Hey. What did you just call my son?" Christina demanded. The one boy, who initiated the insults shrugged, as he looked at her, as if she insulted him. The stupid brat! "You know what? Don't. I heard you loud and clear. Now, I won't be like your parent or those bystanders, who say that it's impolite to insult someone. But I'm not like those bystanders or those parents who can't raise a child worth a damn."
"I'm going to say something. Imagine your two friends, one being in the closet, and the other who's secretly cuts and has depression." The boy looked offended. "I'm saying imagine, I'm not insulting your nonexistent masculinity. Imagine your friend that's in the closet has to listen to you whine, complain, and bitch about homosexuality being gross and wrong. Imagine how he has to listen to you insult the homosexuals day in and day out, like you're doing right now." The boy crossed his arms and looked at Christina.
"Imagine your friend that is secretly depressed. Imagine that he has to listen to you bitch, moan, and complain about how they should commit suicide because they're weak. Imagine your friend listening to you say that they should be rounded up. Imagine your friend listening to you say that they should be placed in a camp and shot at day in and day out because they'll be doing them a favor." The bully looked uncomfortable.
"Does that remind you of anything? Imagine your friends end up committing suicide after hearing that. Imagine living with that guilt that you helped your friends kill themselves. One due to be called weak-minded and they don't deserve a place in this world. The other kills himself, because his friend won't accept him if he came out, being called gross, and a bunch of insults."
Christina pointed at the bully. "Shame on you. Shame on you, because you help aid all these poor innocent teens and adults kill themselves. Shame on you because you can't accept the fact and tolerate that people who are different from you. You say that the world doesn't need them? Well, the world doesn't need people like you. People like you don't deserve to live in this world."
Christina turned towards the boy's two friends. "Shame on you both. You don't like your friend's bullying, I can see it. You should be ashamed of yourselves for not sticking up for the people he insulted."
Christina looked back at the boy. "I'm offended. My family has a history of depression and committing suicide. I'm offended that you say that my family doesn't deserve to be on this world."
Christina noticed the boy's parents. "Shame on you both, for not raising your son to be more accepting of everyone. I may not be a good mother, my son may not know his father, his cousin became his father-figure, his uncle is racist, and I may have gave birth to him in a circus, at least my son knows better than to insult people to make himself feel better. He may be suicidal, but at least he accepts everyone. It's something you child should learn."
Christina straightened up and looked straight at the parents. "Good day to you Sir and Ma'am." She looked straight at the boy. "If I hear how my son and his friends are getting bullied because of you, hear them say how it makes them feel bad, I'm going to hunt you down and chop off your pathetic excuse of manhood, and you two. Grow a backbone or get away from him; unless you want to be guilty by association when someone does commit suicide because of him when you did nothing."
Christina looked at Blake, Dylan, and Alex. "Come on children. I'll take you somewhere to eat because I can."
After they left the store, Blake hugged his mother. Christina was cut off guard, but she hugged her son back.
Blake rarely hugged her, except on special occasions. "Thanks Mom." He felt a tear roll down his cheek. "I love you."
Christina kissed the top of Blake's head, "I love you too, Blake."
Alex put his arm around Dylan's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. He kissed Dylan on the lips quickly, before some bystander gets offended for some reason.
A/N: I warned you, long speech/rant up ahead.
I had this idea of adding Christina in the story by having her defend her son in his time of need.
The resulting speech/rant came to mind when I was washing my hair.