Love after all - Page 5
The smell of the bar hit me like a battering ram, cigarette smoke, alchohol, weed...you get the picture. I had to force myself not to throw up. John looked around the bar, looking like he felt exactly like me. Than he smiled and started walking with me in hand to a booth where some males were sitting around, one of them was a siberian tiger, one was a timber wolf, and one was a lion. The wolf waved his hand at us and called out, "John! Over here" His fur was grey, and his headfur was black, in one paw he held a glass of beer. He was wearing a red tank top with John's football team symbol on it, and a pair of black cargo shorts. The tiger smiled friendily at us as we came closer, he was wearing an orange polo shirt and a pair of camo cargo pants, his headfur was brown and neat, and his white and black fur shone in the light of the bar, he was the only one around the table who didn't have a drink or a cigarette. The lion turned his head to us, his headfur was the same dull orange as the rest of his fur, and he wore a white short sleve T shirt with no logo on it and a pair of jeans. He had a cigarette in his mouth. Than his eyes wandered to our connected paws and his jaw dropped, the cigarette falling to the floor.
He stood up in a rush, nearly flipping the table, and than pointed at John, "You're a faggot! A fucking faggot!"
John seemed a bit taken aback by this comment, "Kyle, sit down, please"
Kyle shook his head and than walked up to John, "You just wait until I tell coach about this, you'll be kicked off of the team soo fast you fucking faggot" Than he pushed John into a table violently, John let go of my paw so he didn't drag me with him as he fell.
My eyes widened and than Kyle turned to me, "You..." And without another word he hit me square in the face, his fist hitting the front of my muzzle. It felt like I had just been hit by a baseball bat, and I stumbled backwards, nearly falling. I could feel the blood trickling out of my nostrils and as I looked up I could see Kyle raising his fist again, suddenly the Tiger from the table tackled Kyle to the ground, inches from where I was standing.
He looked up at me, "Jesus, I thought he wouldn't freak out like this" Kyle struggled underneath him. Than John walked over to me, his fur covered in glass and wood splinters from being thrown into the table. He embraced me tightly and protectively and I leaned my head into his chest, blood and tears staining his shirt.
I heard him say to the tiger, "Thank you Sam...I owe you"
"Don't mention it John...I'll be sure that the coach doesn't find out that you're...you're..."
"Gay?" I asked, raising my head from John's chest.
"Yeah" Sam said, obviously a bit embarrased.
The wolf walked over to us and looked at John, "You should take your mate home John, you both need to clean yourselves off"
John nodded, "Okay Jace, good thinking...too bad this had to turn out the way it did..." And with that he turned us and started walking toward the door, leaving a struggling Kyle underneath a friendly Sam, and a curious Jace watching us. When we got to the car he helpped me into the passenger seat and than walked to the drivers side, getting in and starting the car. I leaned the side of my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and trying to stop my silent tears. The ride seemed to take forever, but eventualy the car stopped and John helpped me into his lap, carrying me out of the car and up to the front door. I felt him fish around in my pocket and pull out the key, but I didn't open my eyes, afraid that I'd start crying again. Than I heard the door open and the air change to the cold of inside. Only than did I open my eyes and look up into the concerned eyes of my mate. I felt all my fears and pain and sadness wash away in a wave of love.
He smiled at me softly, "Lets get you cleaned up"