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*Part * 17

I never really had a concrete understanding of what 'gay' was until, well, I looked it up on the internet and went on from there. I heard stories of kids, whose parents would send them off to camps to be de-gay'd. I didn't think it was possible, but as I kept reading all this stuff about what they did (which now I know to be false, but back then I had no idea), I decided to keep my orientation secret from my parents. It worked well, until they found some porn on my phone, but I was sixteen, and my mother knew better than to forcefully change me. My father, not so much. But I managed. My mother and I, when we aren't screaming at each other, joke about it. A lot. And it's fun. Then she says something about me needing to date a girl and the conversation between us is over for the day.

Kit, however, wasn't that lucky. His parents weren't the sanest of people. And Kit wasn't the most...reticent. I remember one summer he had left for a couple weeks without anyone else's knowledge. Then the week after the fourth of July, he came to the door, and when I opened it, he latched onto me and dampened my fur with his tears.

He couldn't form words. Nothing of what he could form made sense. The only thing I could do is nuzzle his cheek and assure him that it was going to be okay. He didn't believe me. So I just hugged him, and held him close as he continued to cry. I...I didn't know what to do, I wanted to help him, but the only way I could, was to calm him down and listen. And it didn't look like he was going to calm down anytime soon.

I finally managed to ask if he wanted to sit down, which now seemed like the easiest thing, but back in that moment, I didn't want to break the hug. I just wanted to hold him there and make sure he knew that I was there for him. He nodded into my soaked shirt and I guided him onto the couch where he leaned up against me and wrapped his arms around me. I did the same.

We sat like that for God knows how long, me uttering reassuring phrases and he crying and crying until I thought his eyes would be burning by now. But, he finally calmed down...and then he told me what happened.

His parents had sent him off to that camp. And one of the counselors...I'm not going to go into it. His parents didn't believe him, they said he just wanted to get out of it. I remember growling and wishing his parents were here to give them my thoughts on the issue.

As he was telling me, he started to cry again and nuzzled his way into another hug. He just went on crying for minutes that felt like hours. I didn't know what to do. I told him it would be okay and that we could get this all straightened out, but he just kept crying and said he wouldn't go up in court like the website said.

Apparently he went on a website that detailed what happened to kids who went through what he did. And, from what I gathered, it scared him shitless.

I finally managed to calm him down, and we ended up talking about it for several hours. We just sat there in each others arms and I listened and offered him reassurance as he went on and cried. For me, that was when I finally knew that he was my true friend.

Now, looking at him, fur damp and a scowl on his face...I was left speechless. He pushed past me and went into the bathroom. But not before yelling back, "I told you to leave!" and slamming the door behind him.

I just sat there, looking after him, at the door he just went through.

Damn.

I thought that he...just acted like that because he was my friend. I didn't think he...thought of me like that. What the fuck is actually going on?

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket without thinking and stared at the screen. It took me a second to really focus on the words, but when I did, it was a text from Sera which read: Scout! Brent's acting like an ass, he's like drunk and going crazy.

Him and Carson are getting into it.

Get your ass over here!

"Shit."