Crimes of the Heart 2: The Aftermath by Jaxon Grant

Author:Jaxon Grant [Grant, Jaxon]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Urban, Gay, Fiction, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00ID8UI1C
Publisher: JTG Publishing
Published: 2014-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Damien

The past few weeks have been very stressful for me and it makes damn good sense why. When Kevin, the band director, came to me with that shit, I damn near lost my mind. First, Zach stepped to me with his accusations, then Kevin. If the both of them were thinking that I was sleeping with Christian, then who else at this damn school is thinking the same thing?

I could hear Kevin’s judgmental voice saying, “Were you in a sexual relationship with Christian, the boy who killed himself? Were you having sex with him—your student?” Then there was Zach’s statement, “I knew you were having sex with him before Tony let you know he knew.”

Out of pure rage and frustration, I yelled, “FUCK!” as I punched a hole in my bedroom window.

Suddenly, Ebony rushed into our bedroom and yelled, “Baby, what’s going on?” When she saw me, she looked down at the damage I caused and then over to my bloody hand. She hurried over to me and asked, “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Ebony.” I shook my hand in pain then commanded, “Go get some bandages or something.”

“Come into the bathroom,” she said. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

I examined the mess I created.

“C’mon on, Damien!” she demanded, as she stood at the entrance of the bathroom. Taking her advice, I headed over to her.

Once in the bathroom, she ran some warm water and had me place my hand under it. While the water washed the blood down the drain, she went into the medicine cabinet and pulled out her first-aid kit. I jumped, as something she applied to my ripped hand started to sting.

“Be still,” she instructed. “You ‘round here breaking our windows and shit. What the hell you do that for?”

“Ebony, not now, ok,” I said, as she proceeded to take care of my open wounds. It’s a good thing she studied nursing before changing her major. The last thing I wanted to do was go to the hospital.

“What the hell you mean not now?” she said upset. “You just put your fucking hand through the damn window. You better start talking and you better start talking right now!”

“GOD DAMN EBONY, SHIT!” I yelled as that medicine she was using stung me again.

“Man the fuck up,” she turned the water off. “Now answer my damn question.”

“Not now!” I repeated. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this—my thoughts. She didn’t say anything else as she continued to care for my self-inflicted injury.

Ever since Christian died, I have kept this shit bottled up inside of me. When Kevin approached me with it a few weeks ago, I have been trying to fight it, but I can’t. I can’t deal with the pressure anymore. I don’t care what any one says—I loved Christian.

Yes, he was my student, but I loved him. I did not want to hurt him; all I wanted to do was help him. That’s all I wanted to do. I didn’t give him the help he needed; instead, I helped to kill him.

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