CHAPTER 9

THE COLD HAND OF FATE

One month later.

September 22, 2017.

Harlow City Juvenile Livestock Correctional Facility.

Mrs. Bradshaw was visiting Lucas, with a sorrowful look on her face.

"Hi, mom." said Lucas, putting his hoof on the glass.

But his mother continued to just sit there...

"Do you know what your little stunt did to me?" she asked.

Lucas looked down, the phone still in hand, but not up to his ear. He then looked back up at her, tears in his eyes.

"Luke." said Mrs. Bradshaw. "I've spent the last month accepting that the moment you are released, you're gonna be taken out of this world..."

"But I've learned..." said Lucas.

"It's too late." said Mrs. Bradshaw. "Why didn't you come to us?"

"Because..." said Lucas. "I didn't think you would accept me."

"I wish you would've known this before now..." began Mrs. Bradshaw. "...But I'd rather have a gay son than a dead one."

A tear streamed down Lucas's cheek as his mother got up.

Rory's P.O.V.

Graduation Day was, as of tonight, a thing of the past. Peyton's rib healed for the most part, and Cassie and I... We were in a good place. My parents were going to be away for a while that evening, so Peyton, Cassie and I decided to have a movie night at my place. Peyton got a big bowl of popcorn out of the microwave and sat down on the couch to my left, Cassie already to my right. We began to watch Wonder Woman.

"I hope you were planning on sharing." I said.

"Bitch... I can't eat all this!" said Peyton.

Cassie laughed.

"Well, good." she said. "Because I gotta have me some of that too."

Peyton then put the popcorn on the table and lie his head in my lap.

"Umm... Hello?" I asked.

"Hi!" said Peyton.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

About halfway through the movie, Peyton, having rested in my lap, was starting to fall asleep. He then stood up and started to stretch.

"I'm falling asleep." said Peyton. "I'm going to go ahead and head out."

"Alright." I said. "Be careful."

"You too." said Peyton and left.

I put my head on Cassie's shoulder and I grabbed her by the hand and held it.

"I love you, baby." I said.

"I love you too." said Cassie and kissed my cheek. I then yawned before standing up and getting coffee for the both of us, returning to the table, bending over to sit the mugs down.

"Mmm..." Cassie began. "You got a nice butt, babe."

I smiled back at her.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Mmmhmm..." said Cassie. "I was wondering what it looked like naked..."

I chuckled.

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Mmhmm..." said Cassie and kissed me passionately, me kissing back, before reaching down in her pants, into her panties and rubbing her off.

"Mmm..." she moaned and disconnected from the kiss, then stripped naked. I then joined her.

"Lie on your back." I said to her.

"Mmmm... Yes ma'am." said Cassie and lie down on her back, her head resting on the arm of the chair.

I then gave her gentle smooches down her belly before reaching her vag and pushed my tongue in.

"Oooohhh..." Cassie moaned.

I then moaned, purely out of the satisfaction of pleasing her... Seeing her so relaxed and loving the sensations... It was so nice... She closed her eyes as she began to just... take it all in. We kept at this for a moment that seemed to last forever, and did I sure want it too.

"Ohhh... Rory! Mmm... I'm close!" Cassie moaned.

I stuck my tongue deeper in her, so ready... Until I heard footsteps and sat up real quickly, Cassie sitting up afterwards. To my horror, I noticed my father... I had never seen him with an angrier face in my life. Mom seemed so shocked she couldn't say a word.

"You." Dad said to Cassie. "Leave."

Tears started to form in Cassie's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rory..." she said.

"NOW!" Dad shouted.

She then quickly grabbed her stuff and left.

"How could you embarrass your mother and I like this?" asked Dad.

"Daddy, I'm sorry..." I said, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"No, don't." said Dad. "Did I not make myself clear enough before that I didn't want a fucking faggot as a daughter?"

"Please..." I begged.

"Pack your shit and get the fuck out of this house." said Dad.

"Please..." I said and got on the floor on my knees, crying. "Daddy please... I don't know where to go..."

"Well that's YOUR problem now." said Dad.

I then looked up at mom.

"Mommy, please don't let him do this to me..." I cried. "Please..."

Tears started to fill her eyes as she looked at me.

"Start packing or I'm calling the cops." said Dad.

"Mom, please!" I begged.

But she couldn't say anything...

"I'm calling the cops." said Dad and got out his phone.

"Okay!" I cried. "Okay! I'll do it!"

"Go." said Dad. "I'm not going to say it again."

I packed my things in tears, as quick as I could, only because I thought if I went any slower, the cops would be getting here. I went downstairs with a backpack.

"Leave the Caprice here." said Dad. "The air will do you good to think about what you've done to this family."

Getting outside, I ignored him. I put the key in my ignition and started it up.

"HEEEYYY!" I heard him shout as I sped off, out of the driveway and onto the highway, his old hooves too slow to catch up.

Paul walked back inside to make some calls, his wife shedding tears now.

"I need your help cancelling stuff." said Paul.

"No." Mrs. Meadows said.

"What?" asked Paul.

"I said no." said Mrs. Meadows. "I'm not lifting a damn finger. Oh, but I WILL lift a finger to divorce your ass."

"WHAT!?" shouted Paul.

"You heard me." said Mrs. Meadows. "I'm leaving you. And I hope you never have children again." she said and stormed out the door.