Chapter
5
AN: Alright I know. Nick was very cruel in the last chapter. I
don’t think he’s that way, I’ve already stated that. But I do think that people
react that way to some of their very closest friends. I was in a gay chat room
with my friend the other day because he wanted me to meet his boyfriend on the
computer first. (He’s very cute…hehe). I was sickened by some of the people in
there verbally gay bashing the gay people in the chat. It was enough to bring
me to tears, and my friend to for he called sobbing about some evil IM he
received. It just inspired me to write more and harsher. So please if what I
now write offends anybody, don’t read this story. But I still am keeping my vow
of no slash what-so-ever so that all people can read and not be “grossed-out”.
“Reality is a cold, cruel place to those who
are different. I pray everyday to be different. I don’t want to be a part of
those who are cruel. A part of those who can’t seem to open their eyes and
accept life in its many different forms.”
~anonymous~
“I can’t figure out how to work this damn key card!” Matt screamed
at the hotel door. “It just won’t fucking open!”
“That’s because you’re at the wrong door.” Steve pointed out.
“We’re the next door over.”
Matt and Steve Wickel were two brothers staying at the hotel that
night. Matt was a big man, and he had had enough drinks to take away tiny
skills, such as reading. Steve on the other hand, hadn’t had one drink. Like
his brother he was also a very large man. Both of them spent lots of time
working out and enjoying the fact that most pretty woman liked a man with
muscles.
“Shut-up.” Matt growled. “I was just testing to see if you had had
anything to drink. I wasn’t going to stay in the room with you if you had.”
Steve rolled his eyes as Matt moved to the door next to him. A
sudden scream from across the hall drew both of their attention. A tall blond
man had come running out of room from across the hall. He was chased by a
shorter man with sandy blond hair.
“Nick!” The shorter man called.
The taller man, Nick turned slowly, his joints stiff with an
unrelenting hate. He glared at the smaller man.
“What do you want fag?” He asked coldly.
Matt’s mouth dropped open. “That man’s a fag?” He whispered
ruthlessly to Steve.
“Let’s hope not.” Steve answered just as coldly as Nick had.
“Cause you know how we hate fags.”
Matt nodded as they turned their attention back to the arguing men
across the hall. The shorter man had just said something to Nick that had
seemed to enrage him. With an alarming quickness, he cleared the distance
between them and slammed the shorter man up against the wall.
“To you?” He hissed. “Brian answer me one question and answer it
truthfully, are you in love with me?”
The shorter man, Brian, hung his head slightly before answering so
quietly, Matt and Steve had to strain to hear it.
“Yes.”
Matt and Steve both exchanged cold, wide eyed stares. This was
almost like a soap opera. The key word about that sentence was almost.
“YOU SICK LITTLE GAY FUCK!!” Nick screamed, throwing Brian to the
floor. He hit hard and made no move to get up. Just laid there, choking on his
own sorry tears.
“Stay away from me.” He continued, standing over the man. “Never
come near me again. If you do I will hurt your gay ass, you hear me fag?”
With that Nick stormed off to the far end of the hall and slammed
the door to his own room shut. Two new men emerged from the rooms on either
side of Brian’s. One was short with bleached blond hair and a dark goatee.
Tattoos adorned almost every part of his body. The other man was shorter than
the first with long dark hair. They were both noticeably Spanish. They ran up
to Brian, who was still curled up on the floor.
“Brian!” The tattooed man yelled. “It’s me, AJ. Answer me buddy,
what’s wrong?”
The tattooed man, AJ kneeled next to his friend, worry evident on
his face. Matt wondered if he knew that Brian was gay. When Brian didn’t
respond the other man kneeled down on his other side.
“Looks like he hit his head.” He said calmly. “We should get him
back into his room.”
AJ nodded and then looked sadly at the other man. He spoke so
softly that Steve and Matt just barely heard him.
“Hey, Howie.” He asked quietly. “Do you think this has anything to
do with Nick?”
Howie looked up at AJ. “Judging by the screaming we heard, I’d say
yes.”
With that final thought they picked up Brian, and walked back into
the room he had come rushing out of. As soon as the door shut, Matt and Steve
opened there door and ran in. They sat down and stared blankly at each other.
Finally Matt broke the silence.
“We’re in a hotel with a fag.” He whispered. “Now what?”
Steve looked at the phone and then back at Matt. An evil smile
spread across his face.
“We call Dad.” He grinned.
Matt smiled as well and ran for the phone. Picking it up he
quickly dialed his fathers number.
After three rings he picked up.
“Yeah?” Mr. Wickel answered gruffly. “Who are ‘ya and what do ‘ya
want?”
“Hey Dad, it’s me and Steve.” Matt answered happily.
“Boys!” Mr. Wickel’s tone changed swiftly to one of joy. “How the
hell are ‘ya?”
“Good Dad, except we got a problem.” Matt paused for a second and
then continued. “You see we are staying at this really fancy hotel and there’s
a fag rooming right across from us.”
“A fag!” His father screamed. “You mean a gay little fucking
pansy?! Well have you done anything about it yet?”
Matt paused again. He covered the receiver and looked at Steve.
“He wants to know if we did anything yet.” He told him before
turning back to his pervious conversation. “Not yet Dad. We wanted to talk to
you first. So what do you think we should do?”
There was a pause on the other line and Matt could tell his father
was smiling, just thinking of all the possibilities for this situation. Finally
he spoke in grim but pleased voice.
“It’s time for an old fashion gay bashing.”
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