Chapter 2: Protect Me, Please... {UPDATED!}
CH. 1 RECAP: This time, I really want you, but we need to get to know each other a lot better. Let's spend this whole week together." I told John. He agreed and we went downstairs. "Mom, John and I are going to hang out. Is that OK?" My mom smiled. "Of course. John, take good care of my baby, OK?" "I most definitely will."
2 MONTHS LATER
With high school 2 weeks away, instead of thinking of what I should focus on, all I could think about was John. Every day, he and I would go to the park and would either sit in the grassy soccer field and talk to each other or we would play soccer with each other. Today was no different. After chasing me for a while, John finally caught up to me, tackling me to the ground. While lying on my side facing John, I smiled at him. "Ok ok. You win." I laughed. "I told you, I always do." John smiled. Randy looked over at John, stargazing in his eyes. "John?" "Yeah?" Randy's face was turning red at the thought of his next statement.
"I love you." John just stared.
"What did you just say?" He stuttered.
"I love you. For the past 2 months, we've been hanging out, getting to know each other, spending time together, and understanding each other's lives. You've done nothing but make me smile. This has been the best summer of my life." I explained.
"Randy, I don't know what to say right now..." John started, but stopped when I pushed my finger to his lips.
"You don't have to say anything. I already know." I smiled as I kissed John.
As we stood up and held each other's hand, we started walking home. It seemed as if all was right in the universe to me. I had a future stepbrother/boyfriend, I was going to high school, and I was enjoying my summer. Out of nowhere, I felt someone slap my ass. HARD.
"What the hell?!" I shouted. "John, was that you?"
"No... not me..." He said, smirking.
"John, if you wanted to do that, you could've waited until we got home. Sheesh. Looks like someone is horny. Damn." Randy said that last sentence to himself. Rolling his eyes, he let go of John's hand.
"What's wrong, princess?" John asked.
I couldn't believe John just called me a princess. I consider myself a Diva, hence the reason I have the Divas Championship, but I actually likes that nickname. "First, can that be my nickname?" I asked.
"Of course. What else, princess?" John asked.
"Carry me on your back."
"Sure. Why not?"
John allowed me to get on his back. After making sure I was okay, John started walking. Then,I asked John a very interesting question.
"John... are you straight?"
John didn't know how to answer. Then, it clicked. "No. No Randy, I'm not."
"Then what are you?"
"You know what, princess? You'll find out when we get to that stage. Right now, let's just say, I'm your boyfriend. How does that sound?"
I was grinning from ear to ear. "Really?"
"Yeah. Now let's get you home. I got a surprise for you." John smiled.
"John? Can you speak Spanish?"
"¿Que? ¿Tú no sabias?" John asked.
"No. Nunca me lo dijiste." I answered.
"Lo siento, princesa."
"Está bien, mi caballero."
John finally got me home, though me being sleep on his back wasn't helping. Knocking on the door, John's dad answered, seeing him having me on his back. "We need to talk when you put him down." His dad told him.
"Dad, what's important to me right now is my stepbrother. So whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow."
"No it can't. Now you get in here, take him upstairs, and bring your ass back down here. You understand?"
"Whatever man."
John put me in my bed, tucking me in. "Night my sweet Angel." And after giving me a kiss on the forehead, he went storming back downstairs, facing his dad. "What now, dad?"
"You and him have been spending way too much time together. I'm demanding you stay the hell away from him."
"What the fuck? No! I'm not staying away from him. You can't stop me."
"You watch your fucking tone with me, you little shit." His dad fumed, slapping him across the face. "I said it once and I'll say it again, stay the fuck away from him. And you're wrong. I can stop you. At a moment's notice."
"What are you talking about?" John snapped, holding his face.
"First, he's gay. I don't want you to be gay right along with him. I went up and looked at his room I wanted to burn it all. I didn't because it would be doing too much, but you know I'm homophobic. Then, his mom says that she allows it! If you think that I am going to allow you to be his brother, then you're dumb as fuck."
"That's her son. If she loves him for who he is, and she's fine with it, leave it that way."
John's dad couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that if you want to be married to his mother, then you should respect him and love him as such."
"Why?"
"Because a mother with her child is a partnership. You basically are marrying both of them."
"I don't want to claim him as my son."
"Then you don't deserve to be engaged to his mother. You know, you told me mom died when I was five. I was curious to really know what happened to her. I went to the library with Randal and looked her up and you know what I found? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I FOUND?!"
"What?"
"She's alive.. and she's living in Miami. She's a multi-millionaire company owner. I got her company's number, called, and she answered. She knew my voice from the minute I said, "Hello. I'm looking for a Mrs. Cena." She knew who I was. I asked her why she left. She was telling me everything. How you disrespected her, how you cheated on her, and how you raped her. You drove her away from me and she had to change her identity as a whole. Tú culo tonto e ignorante decidío dalejara de mí. The deseo nunca mi padre."
"I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO FOR YOU TO SURVIVE IN THIS WORLD! I TRAINED YOU. I TOOK CARE OF YOU."
"YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE THING THAT MATTERED TO ME: MY MOTHER!"
John's dad was furious and he slapped John again. "STAY. THE. FUCK. AWAY. FROM. THAT. LITTLE. FAGGOT. WHORE."
John instantly snapped. He cocked back his fist and clocked his dad in the face. "PUTO!"
Out came my mother. "STOP IT!"
"He can go to HELL!" John screamed. At this point, I as awake. Kind of groggy, but I had to go and see with the hell was going on, and sure enough...
"Jonathan, that is your father. You must respect him."
"Why should I respect someone that LIED TO ME ABOUT MY MOTHER?! HE DROVE HER AWAY FROM ME AND OUT OF MY LIFE FOR SO LONG! I used to dream of what having a mom was because HE TOLD ME SHE WAS DEAD!" ...John's dad had driven him to his breaking point. I looked on and noticed that John was crying AND screaming at this point. I slowly and quietly walked down the stairs and approached John.
"John, what the hell is going on?" I asked him as calmly as I possibly could.
"My dad is a puto."
"I can't believe you're acting like this, James. I expected better of you." My mother was angry now.
"Your son is a HOMOSEXUAL."
"YELL AT MY MOTHER ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL KICK YOUR HEAD OFF!" I screamed. No one raises their voice at my mother.
"Randal, make sure John is calm by in the morning. You have your first day of school. And yes, before you ask, I'm driving you there." As my mother walked into her room and shut the door, and I went back to my room, John was left with his dad. Little did I know, that would be a huge mistake.
"I love him and his mother. If you have a problem with that, I don't care."
"Look. I don't want you to be upset, and I know you love it here. I just want to know one thing: Are you gay?"
"Dad. It doesn't matter what answer I give you. You are homophobic, which means you are anti-LGBTQ. So..."
"Answer the damn question."
"Yes I am and I am DAMN PROUD OF IT."
"You'll be ir al infierno for that, just like him. And if I see you with him again, I'm going to kick both of your asses."
John had finally had enough of this. He was fed up with his dad's homophobia. "ENOUGH! ¡Ya tuve suficente de esta mierda! ¡Has estado tratando de evitar que explore mi sexualidad de la manera que YO QUIERO! ¡Nunca más tratará de ti! ¡HE TENIDO SUFICIENTE DE QUE ARRUINASTE MI VIDA! ¡NO MERECES A SU MADRE! ¡USTED REALMANTE NO!" He shouted. "I love Randy. He's my brother, and like I said before, you are NOT going to stop me."
"You are NOT his brother! You shouldn't even care about that disgrace to society. He spits on the male gender."
John was furious. How dare his dad say that?
"¡VETE AL INFIERNO!" John screamed. And with all his might, he punched his dad in the face. AGAIN. "You are nothing but a PUTO!"
I was in my bed awake while John and his dad were arguing. I sat on the side of my bed, but as I got up and just when I was about to open the door... In comes John.
"John, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Mi papá es un pedazo de mireda y te estaba faltando el respeto." John answered with anger in his eyes.
"I heard him say he was going to do something to me. Will you..."
"What?"
"Protect me, please?"
Of course, Randy. I love you. As long as I'm here, he's not going to do anything to you." John answered.
I looked in John's eyes. Fixated in the ocean waves. Stepping back away from John. But he was moving forward. I kept stepping back. He kept getting closer. And closer. And closer. AND closer. He was so close, I could feel him breathing on me.
"¿John, qué estás haciendo?"
"Dejáme amarte está noche, Randy." At this point, I was eventually backed against the wall. With me against the wall and under submission for the moment, John took hold of my wrists, put them together and pinned them above my head. He then flashed a grin across his face.
"Te quiero mucho, Randal." John said, making his voice sound even sexier.
"Te amo mucho tambien, John."
