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In order to really get into this story you must read the first http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4047886/ and the second part of this series http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4061414/
A hell can be a heaven the last Part
2 Weeks later.
Even though ‘sex on the first date’ is supposed to ruin a relationship, me and Ryan’s relationship seems to have just grown stronger. Up until now I’ve only felt a sudden but feeble feeling of something that could barely even resemble love, now I contemplate weather or not I could do more then love. I’ve never felt more at home then ever before. People at our school know we’re together now because we would always part with a long kiss. This is the part of the day I would dread the most but then I’d see his face again either the night after or the day after…either way, I always see the true face of love.
My mom and dad are gone to dinner with my two brothers and I decided to stay at home because Ryan was supposed to come over…I told my parents he was going to come over and they just said, “If you’re going to cook, don’t leave the pizza in the oven for an hour like your dad does.” It was true that he did sometimes (most of the time) burn our food. But that’s my dad.
I was switching through the channels on our T.V or Telly and I noticed a channel had CSI, This took me by surprise but I was thankful for it because I didn’t want to spend an hour or so of doing nothing. Sure I can play my guitar but that only provides entertainment for a couple minutes. “Alright!” I selected it and began to watch it.
I was about 45 minutes into the show before I heard a knock on the door. I stood up and walked over to it and looked outside. I seen the face of Ryan and I quickly opened the door. “Hey Ryan!” I said with a gleeful tone, Ryan didn’t say anything he just ran into my arms and began to cry. I didn’t know what was going on but I didn’t want to ask right away. I let him cry into my arms for a good half hour. My shirt was damp from his tears but I didn’t care. I kneeled down so I could get level with him. His eyes were blood shot and his face fur was wet, like he was crying long before he even came here. I finally asked, “What’s wrong Rye?” he sniffled but eventually said, “It’s just that I’m getting a lot of threats at school now that I’m with you.” He went for his pocket then brought out a small pink slip and he handed it to me. I gently took it from his outstretched paw and opened it. It read, “God doesn’t like fagots” and then he gave me yet another one, this one was a lot more harsh, “You Fucking fagot, get the Hell out of school or I WILL kick your ass.” This all seemed unreal. I never got a single bad look or jeer or even a note, and yet they go after the smaller one. I could discern the second notes hand writing so I knew who’s ass I was going to kick. But that didn’t matter at the moment. I gently lifted his muzzle up and looked into his eyes. I said, “Ryan, these people don’t matter at all. I’ll protect you from them…you have me to watch over you and protect you.” I lifted him up to his feet and he stared at me. I smiled and so did he. I saw that he truly trusted me and that he was fully in love with me. And I knew I was going to live up to what I just said…one way or another.
…
One hour later
I knew my mom and dad were going to be gone for a while because they said they wouldn’t be back till late, which was a good thing. It was Friday again and Wyatt and Natiun were sleeping over at there friends house. Which is amazing, I could never make friends that easily. Ryan was laying on me as I was laid on the couch. He was purring which was good given he was crying into my stomach not an hour ago. Ryan broke the silence and said, “Stevie, will you ever leave me?” I was caught off guard by the question but I knew how to answer it. I said, “I’ll never leave my first sweetie.” I saw him smile which made me smile as well. He giggled a little as I kissed his nose. It was a great night which could only get better.
I could feel Ryan’s heart beat as I lay behind him, still tied. I loved the feeling of his soft purring against my body because he was slightly vibrating. I just wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his fur and sighed. I decided to break the silence, “Just think Ryan, just two weeks ago I was at your house, now you’re at mine and we end it the same way.” I heard him giggle slightly, “That is odd, but its all the more special…and I hope to have more nights like this. Now umm sweetie, I just want to try and enjoy the feeling of you inside me.” I smiled, “Okay hun.” I buried my face into his fur again and tried to go to sleep. But there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach like something was going to happen. But I didn’t know what it was yet. I just shrugged it off and drifted off to sleep.
Muffled voices: “dfgo gwet Stuvhn up” Foot steps, a bright light, a clear yell and then everything came to me. I woke up and seen my dad staring at me with his eyes wide open and his jaw was dropped. I glanced around and tried to get up but I was still tied with Ryan. “Steven Trosper!!” my dad looked pissed and all I could think at the moment was ‘Get out of here Ryan’ and soon my thoughts turned into action, I heard myself yell, “Get OUT OF HERE RYAN!!” I Ryan jumped up which made me finally pop out of him. I was scared and confused. Ryan was glancing back and forth from me and my dad, and he said “What’s going on?” he was still half asleep but I just yelled at him, “Get out now!” I seen my dad was going to grab Ryan but I reacted on instinct and lunged at him. I hit him with everything thing I could yield and I was able to knock him over. He fell to the floor but was already trying to get back up. I told Ryan to get out again and this time he listened. Ryan grabbed his pants from the door and bolted out the door. I heard the Front door slam shut which meant I was safe. I stood up and was left with my dad glaring at me. He was pissed and I was ready to take whatever he could dish out. He lunged at me and before I could react I felt his fist against my temple, then I felt nothing.
The next morning
My head hurt, that much I knew, but what I didn’t know was what was going to happen now. I didn’t have a clue, but I felt as though I should stay in my room for the rest of the day until I was called out. I looked about my room and noticed some of my stuff was missing. My guitar, amp, T.V, Bean Bag chair and my blankets. The blankets I didn’t even use because I slept where I was knocked out…on the floor. My neck hurt and I was cold as hell. I walked over to my drawer and looked into it. On top of all my clothes there was a note. It was my moms hand writing. “Get packed up, we are moving back to Wyoming.” A tear ran down my cheek and stained the paper. And like the tear drop I fell to my knees and started to cry uncontrollable into my paws. I told Ryan I’d never leave him; I guess that was a lie.
…
After I put on new clothes I began to pack up what I had left in my room, all the while thinking of Ryan. No matter how much I tried to stop crying it never helped, I’d just cry harder and harder. I managed to get what was left of my stuff ready to take to the airport. My mom and dad were gone and were getting airline tickets. I really hoped they didn’t get any right now. I really wanted to say good bye to Ryan. So I decided to call him on the telephone we had at the house. I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 2:58 and made me wonder how hard my dad hit me. I shook my head of the pain and misery. I wanted to hear Ryan’s voice one last time. So I grabbed the phone and dialed the number. I had a hard time trying to remember what the number was because my dad hit me hard enough to make me forget half the stuff I should remember. O I decided to try and trust my muscle memory and just dialed what I felt was right. I put the receiver up to my ear and heard the tone of a successful call. I counted the tones and at five I heard it pick up. I heard a voice I didn’t expect. It was his mom. She said, “Hello?” I paused for a second then replied, “Is Ryan there?” “oh is this Steven?” “Yes it is” “Oh well I’m sorry Steve but Ryan is taking a bath right now. He came home late last night and had no shirt. Did something happen between you two?” I paused and tried to regain my emotions, I was successful this time, “No nothing happened it’s just that I tore his shirt last night by accident and he wanted to go home because he was tired. But anyway could you give me this message?” there was a slight recess then she said, “Go ahead Steve what is it?” “I just want him to know that…” I felt my emotions start to give. “Tell him that I have… I have to move back to America.” I couldn’t handle it and I slammed the receiver into the base and fell to my knees and cried into my arms.
1 hour later
My mom looked at me as I loaded my guitar into the car and she said, “I can’t believe you.” I didn’t pay any attention to her because my mind was totally on Ryan at the moment. I walked around to the side of my car and took one last glance at the house that was now empty. I knew I would never see that house again. My mom and dad were able to get last minute tickets to Denver and we had to get to the Air port by 4 o’ clock and it was already 3:20 so we had to leave right away. I was starting to feel myself give in to what was happening, but I was still able to get a grip on my self. I knew it probably wouldn’t last very long but I had to try. I was not going to break down in the car.
My dad was giving me angry glares as we started our trek to the airport. Yet he never said a thing, even when it looked like he would. He’d glance at me and gave me that same irate look like as If I killed a brother. And speaking of them they didn’t say anything to me through the whole car trip. Not even a glance. They just stared out the window and quietly talk amongst them selves. I was in no mood to even attempt to listen to what they were saying. But I imagine the words “asshole” and “Fagot” were said and directed to me.
My dad broke the silence and asked the question I was dreading, he said, “Why can’t you just be straight?” I hesitated to answer because I was hurt by the question. But I replied, “Because it’s who I am, and I can’t change that.” “Shut the fuck up about that, You were not made to fuck guys, you were made to be with girls, or is that why you’re gay, you can’t get a girl? Is that it?” “No it’s-““It’s nothing! Shut the fuck up and never talk to me again.”
Not even the sound of music could drown out the voice in my head that was saying ‘Will you ever leave me?’ and it made it even more unbearable because it was clearly Ryan’s voice. We were approaching the airport but I didn’t care. I never wanted to see another plane in my life because I wanted to stay here. I didn’t want to back to the Homophobic state I now resent. But it seems that, that is going to happen. The entrance to the airport we getting close and soon we were in the parking lot. The onboard clock in the dash board read 3:50 so we only had ten minutes to get our stuff and get to the plane.
The Airport looked a lot more horrid this time round, it just must be the fact that we were leaving…and I didn’t want to. At times I felt like just running away. But I knew that I probably wouldn’t get too far. My dad would case after me and kick my ass in the middle of the parking lot. I just felt as though it would be safest just to do what they say; even if they didn’t SAY much.
It felt like this time around everything was moving to fast, we were already waiting for the plane to touch down in what seemed like five minutes. and with every passing second all I could do was think of Ryan more and more, slowly loosing my grip on sanity. I knew that I would break down soon. I just didn’t know when…and that scared me. I was thinking about looking at the pictures I had of him saved to my PSP but I knew that would make me finally give in. so I decided to wait.
I watched the clock slowly change from seconds to minutes all the while growing sadder. It was possible I’d never see him again, and it was also possible that I just might. But right now my future looked to bleak to come to a verdict now. I was staring at the floor moping and just reminiscing about my time with Ryan so I didn’t notice what the people around me were doing. I felt a slap on the back of my head and my dads voice said, “Lets go!” I was snapped out of my trance in an instant and I looked around. I could see the plan was just right outside idling. I sighed and stood up. we walked over to the ticket booth and started to hand the leopard our tickets. I handed her mine and she waved me on. I walked down that aisle and thought of what Ryan was doing right now. He was probably crying into his hands and yelling my name to no one in particular. I really wanted to hear his voice one last time, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.
I walked into the plane and looked around and spotted my assigned set. My mom and dad were on the far end but only one aisle behind me. So at least I wouldn’t get nagged out by them during the flight. I sat down next to the window and just stared into my paws. I wasn’t thinking of nothing but Ryan because he was all I cared about at that moment, and possibly for the rest of my life. I knew I’d never hear his voice, see his face or hold him in my arms. And I also knew that no one would ever care about me like he did.
I felt an urge to look out my window just to see the airport I’d never see again, so I turned my head and looked at the partially tinted window. People were passing by and trying to board the plan.
I stared out that window for minutes just slowly scanning the crowd of people that was slowly dyeing down. I heard the pilot say that they will take off right now and that we need to get our seat belts on. I broke my gaze to locate the seat belt. Once I buckled in I looked back out of the window. This time I noticed a very familiar face. It was Ryan…he had his paw on the glass window and was looking right at me. And I don’t know weather it was an illusion or for real but I heard his voice say, “Promise me one day you’ll comeback to me Stevie.” I placed my paw on the window and said, “I Promise Ryan…I promise”
That was the Last time I ever saw him.
I love you Ryan.
A hell can be a heaven the last Part
2 Weeks later.
Even though ‘sex on the first date’ is supposed to ruin a relationship, me and Ryan’s relationship seems to have just grown stronger. Up until now I’ve only felt a sudden but feeble feeling of something that could barely even resemble love, now I contemplate weather or not I could do more then love. I’ve never felt more at home then ever before. People at our school know we’re together now because we would always part with a long kiss. This is the part of the day I would dread the most but then I’d see his face again either the night after or the day after…either way, I always see the true face of love.
My mom and dad are gone to dinner with my two brothers and I decided to stay at home because Ryan was supposed to come over…I told my parents he was going to come over and they just said, “If you’re going to cook, don’t leave the pizza in the oven for an hour like your dad does.” It was true that he did sometimes (most of the time) burn our food. But that’s my dad.
I was switching through the channels on our T.V or Telly and I noticed a channel had CSI, This took me by surprise but I was thankful for it because I didn’t want to spend an hour or so of doing nothing. Sure I can play my guitar but that only provides entertainment for a couple minutes. “Alright!” I selected it and began to watch it.
I was about 45 minutes into the show before I heard a knock on the door. I stood up and walked over to it and looked outside. I seen the face of Ryan and I quickly opened the door. “Hey Ryan!” I said with a gleeful tone, Ryan didn’t say anything he just ran into my arms and began to cry. I didn’t know what was going on but I didn’t want to ask right away. I let him cry into my arms for a good half hour. My shirt was damp from his tears but I didn’t care. I kneeled down so I could get level with him. His eyes were blood shot and his face fur was wet, like he was crying long before he even came here. I finally asked, “What’s wrong Rye?” he sniffled but eventually said, “It’s just that I’m getting a lot of threats at school now that I’m with you.” He went for his pocket then brought out a small pink slip and he handed it to me. I gently took it from his outstretched paw and opened it. It read, “God doesn’t like fagots” and then he gave me yet another one, this one was a lot more harsh, “You Fucking fagot, get the Hell out of school or I WILL kick your ass.” This all seemed unreal. I never got a single bad look or jeer or even a note, and yet they go after the smaller one. I could discern the second notes hand writing so I knew who’s ass I was going to kick. But that didn’t matter at the moment. I gently lifted his muzzle up and looked into his eyes. I said, “Ryan, these people don’t matter at all. I’ll protect you from them…you have me to watch over you and protect you.” I lifted him up to his feet and he stared at me. I smiled and so did he. I saw that he truly trusted me and that he was fully in love with me. And I knew I was going to live up to what I just said…one way or another.
…
One hour later
I knew my mom and dad were going to be gone for a while because they said they wouldn’t be back till late, which was a good thing. It was Friday again and Wyatt and Natiun were sleeping over at there friends house. Which is amazing, I could never make friends that easily. Ryan was laying on me as I was laid on the couch. He was purring which was good given he was crying into my stomach not an hour ago. Ryan broke the silence and said, “Stevie, will you ever leave me?” I was caught off guard by the question but I knew how to answer it. I said, “I’ll never leave my first sweetie.” I saw him smile which made me smile as well. He giggled a little as I kissed his nose. It was a great night which could only get better.
I could feel Ryan’s heart beat as I lay behind him, still tied. I loved the feeling of his soft purring against my body because he was slightly vibrating. I just wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his fur and sighed. I decided to break the silence, “Just think Ryan, just two weeks ago I was at your house, now you’re at mine and we end it the same way.” I heard him giggle slightly, “That is odd, but its all the more special…and I hope to have more nights like this. Now umm sweetie, I just want to try and enjoy the feeling of you inside me.” I smiled, “Okay hun.” I buried my face into his fur again and tried to go to sleep. But there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach like something was going to happen. But I didn’t know what it was yet. I just shrugged it off and drifted off to sleep.
Muffled voices: “dfgo gwet Stuvhn up” Foot steps, a bright light, a clear yell and then everything came to me. I woke up and seen my dad staring at me with his eyes wide open and his jaw was dropped. I glanced around and tried to get up but I was still tied with Ryan. “Steven Trosper!!” my dad looked pissed and all I could think at the moment was ‘Get out of here Ryan’ and soon my thoughts turned into action, I heard myself yell, “Get OUT OF HERE RYAN!!” I Ryan jumped up which made me finally pop out of him. I was scared and confused. Ryan was glancing back and forth from me and my dad, and he said “What’s going on?” he was still half asleep but I just yelled at him, “Get out now!” I seen my dad was going to grab Ryan but I reacted on instinct and lunged at him. I hit him with everything thing I could yield and I was able to knock him over. He fell to the floor but was already trying to get back up. I told Ryan to get out again and this time he listened. Ryan grabbed his pants from the door and bolted out the door. I heard the Front door slam shut which meant I was safe. I stood up and was left with my dad glaring at me. He was pissed and I was ready to take whatever he could dish out. He lunged at me and before I could react I felt his fist against my temple, then I felt nothing.
The next morning
My head hurt, that much I knew, but what I didn’t know was what was going to happen now. I didn’t have a clue, but I felt as though I should stay in my room for the rest of the day until I was called out. I looked about my room and noticed some of my stuff was missing. My guitar, amp, T.V, Bean Bag chair and my blankets. The blankets I didn’t even use because I slept where I was knocked out…on the floor. My neck hurt and I was cold as hell. I walked over to my drawer and looked into it. On top of all my clothes there was a note. It was my moms hand writing. “Get packed up, we are moving back to Wyoming.” A tear ran down my cheek and stained the paper. And like the tear drop I fell to my knees and started to cry uncontrollable into my paws. I told Ryan I’d never leave him; I guess that was a lie.
…
After I put on new clothes I began to pack up what I had left in my room, all the while thinking of Ryan. No matter how much I tried to stop crying it never helped, I’d just cry harder and harder. I managed to get what was left of my stuff ready to take to the airport. My mom and dad were gone and were getting airline tickets. I really hoped they didn’t get any right now. I really wanted to say good bye to Ryan. So I decided to call him on the telephone we had at the house. I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 2:58 and made me wonder how hard my dad hit me. I shook my head of the pain and misery. I wanted to hear Ryan’s voice one last time. So I grabbed the phone and dialed the number. I had a hard time trying to remember what the number was because my dad hit me hard enough to make me forget half the stuff I should remember. O I decided to try and trust my muscle memory and just dialed what I felt was right. I put the receiver up to my ear and heard the tone of a successful call. I counted the tones and at five I heard it pick up. I heard a voice I didn’t expect. It was his mom. She said, “Hello?” I paused for a second then replied, “Is Ryan there?” “oh is this Steven?” “Yes it is” “Oh well I’m sorry Steve but Ryan is taking a bath right now. He came home late last night and had no shirt. Did something happen between you two?” I paused and tried to regain my emotions, I was successful this time, “No nothing happened it’s just that I tore his shirt last night by accident and he wanted to go home because he was tired. But anyway could you give me this message?” there was a slight recess then she said, “Go ahead Steve what is it?” “I just want him to know that…” I felt my emotions start to give. “Tell him that I have… I have to move back to America.” I couldn’t handle it and I slammed the receiver into the base and fell to my knees and cried into my arms.
1 hour later
My mom looked at me as I loaded my guitar into the car and she said, “I can’t believe you.” I didn’t pay any attention to her because my mind was totally on Ryan at the moment. I walked around to the side of my car and took one last glance at the house that was now empty. I knew I would never see that house again. My mom and dad were able to get last minute tickets to Denver and we had to get to the Air port by 4 o’ clock and it was already 3:20 so we had to leave right away. I was starting to feel myself give in to what was happening, but I was still able to get a grip on my self. I knew it probably wouldn’t last very long but I had to try. I was not going to break down in the car.
My dad was giving me angry glares as we started our trek to the airport. Yet he never said a thing, even when it looked like he would. He’d glance at me and gave me that same irate look like as If I killed a brother. And speaking of them they didn’t say anything to me through the whole car trip. Not even a glance. They just stared out the window and quietly talk amongst them selves. I was in no mood to even attempt to listen to what they were saying. But I imagine the words “asshole” and “Fagot” were said and directed to me.
My dad broke the silence and asked the question I was dreading, he said, “Why can’t you just be straight?” I hesitated to answer because I was hurt by the question. But I replied, “Because it’s who I am, and I can’t change that.” “Shut the fuck up about that, You were not made to fuck guys, you were made to be with girls, or is that why you’re gay, you can’t get a girl? Is that it?” “No it’s-““It’s nothing! Shut the fuck up and never talk to me again.”
Not even the sound of music could drown out the voice in my head that was saying ‘Will you ever leave me?’ and it made it even more unbearable because it was clearly Ryan’s voice. We were approaching the airport but I didn’t care. I never wanted to see another plane in my life because I wanted to stay here. I didn’t want to back to the Homophobic state I now resent. But it seems that, that is going to happen. The entrance to the airport we getting close and soon we were in the parking lot. The onboard clock in the dash board read 3:50 so we only had ten minutes to get our stuff and get to the plane.
The Airport looked a lot more horrid this time round, it just must be the fact that we were leaving…and I didn’t want to. At times I felt like just running away. But I knew that I probably wouldn’t get too far. My dad would case after me and kick my ass in the middle of the parking lot. I just felt as though it would be safest just to do what they say; even if they didn’t SAY much.
It felt like this time around everything was moving to fast, we were already waiting for the plane to touch down in what seemed like five minutes. and with every passing second all I could do was think of Ryan more and more, slowly loosing my grip on sanity. I knew that I would break down soon. I just didn’t know when…and that scared me. I was thinking about looking at the pictures I had of him saved to my PSP but I knew that would make me finally give in. so I decided to wait.
I watched the clock slowly change from seconds to minutes all the while growing sadder. It was possible I’d never see him again, and it was also possible that I just might. But right now my future looked to bleak to come to a verdict now. I was staring at the floor moping and just reminiscing about my time with Ryan so I didn’t notice what the people around me were doing. I felt a slap on the back of my head and my dads voice said, “Lets go!” I was snapped out of my trance in an instant and I looked around. I could see the plan was just right outside idling. I sighed and stood up. we walked over to the ticket booth and started to hand the leopard our tickets. I handed her mine and she waved me on. I walked down that aisle and thought of what Ryan was doing right now. He was probably crying into his hands and yelling my name to no one in particular. I really wanted to hear his voice one last time, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.
I walked into the plane and looked around and spotted my assigned set. My mom and dad were on the far end but only one aisle behind me. So at least I wouldn’t get nagged out by them during the flight. I sat down next to the window and just stared into my paws. I wasn’t thinking of nothing but Ryan because he was all I cared about at that moment, and possibly for the rest of my life. I knew I’d never hear his voice, see his face or hold him in my arms. And I also knew that no one would ever care about me like he did.
I felt an urge to look out my window just to see the airport I’d never see again, so I turned my head and looked at the partially tinted window. People were passing by and trying to board the plan.
I stared out that window for minutes just slowly scanning the crowd of people that was slowly dyeing down. I heard the pilot say that they will take off right now and that we need to get our seat belts on. I broke my gaze to locate the seat belt. Once I buckled in I looked back out of the window. This time I noticed a very familiar face. It was Ryan…he had his paw on the glass window and was looking right at me. And I don’t know weather it was an illusion or for real but I heard his voice say, “Promise me one day you’ll comeback to me Stevie.” I placed my paw on the window and said, “I Promise Ryan…I promise”
That was the Last time I ever saw him.
I love you Ryan.
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well it's the sad endings i'm great at...though i never want to experience one...hey Ty, today Wyoming Indian High is having the home coming parade and for the juniors idea we decided that i and dominic (my drummer) are going to play for the crowd that gathers around ethete...it starts around 2 if you're free today.
Dang I wish I could, I may have just lost my job last night I don't know yet. It us usually never a good thing when your manager tells you to go home early and tells you she needs to see you in her office the next day, I have to be there at 1pm to see what's up I hope nothing serious.
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