Chapter 2: The Stables

David's P.O.V.

We have a jousting tournament tonight, the jousting them of Alexandros had just won they came in with their horses. "Oh, look it's the happy fairy, stable hands," the leader of our villages jousting team said, his name is Scott Cooper

"Where's your magical unicorn and leprechaun or did we miss them," one asked as the rest laughed I just brushed one of the horses.

"You still in love with Prince Sebastian," Scott asked; when we used to be in school, lower class and middle class went to school together but were kept in different parts of the school or kingdom is really poor, he had found my journal and gave it to everyone in school and they told their parents, who told everyone in the village so my parents disowned me and I was thrown to the streets. I found a friend with a young Latina woman who was my age, she was a lesbian we both wanted our families so we pretended to date I was welcomed into my family and the village again but they didn't trust Santana because of her race, but they were glad it was all a rumor of me being gay since I had burned my journal after I was disowned. Around that time the King announced his one and only son was gay and the village slowly grew to accept that so they were almost trying to force their sons to try and become gay or bisexual so they would be welcomed to live in the castle instead of our shacks of homes.

"Shut up," I told him trying to stay calm.

He sneered, "Oh, I believe he does."

He stepped closer towards me as I put Midnight in his stall for the night, I had closed the door and was pushed against the door by Scott, "get off of me," I shoved him but he pushed me back.

"What's wrong don't like the feeling of being forced by a man."

"Get off me!"

He slapped me, "Shut up peasant," I turned I was stronger than him but his family were in the middle class with lots of money, so I didn't want to hurt him or it would cause trouble and the village still didn't like me.

I tried not to cry, "Please go," I begged.

"Admit it, you still love him."

"Never," I snapped at him.

"You do," he sneered letting go of me I fell to the ground in shock as to what was going on. They put their horses and kicked me on the way out, usually I was the one bullying others but when it came to these people I let them do what they what, "Fag," they called to me laughing and went around the village yelling, "Karofsky is a fag! Karofsky is a fag!"

I slowly got up in pain tears falling down my face, I cleaned up their horses which must have been trained to hurt me and treat me badly when I took care of them because they would try to buck me and hurt me, bite my bottom, or something that would hurt me.

I left the stables around three in the morning in tears once again; I entered my small apartment above the saloon. I grabbed something to eat then fell asleep for the night with a tear stained face.