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Ian p.o.v

I wake up from my unconscious state with a start, and I take in a deep breath very loudly, like Captain Jack Harkness does whenever he comes back to life. And right now, I can understand why he hates dying. I put a hand to my aching head and trying to get up, but I immediately groan, as a sharp pain comes from my side, and I place my other hand on my side, clutching it. I look around see that I'm in a clustered office, laying on a couch. A small, white circular fan is rotating, blowing cool air in my face every so often. There were stacks of papers and folders littering the floor and desk, papers crammed into bulging file cabinets that looked like they were about explode. The office itself was dull, with regular white lighting and drab white walls. I imagine the person working here is in their early forties, but long years of hard work are evident on their body, making them look ten years older than they really are. I suspect a female elephant stays behind the desk and does her duties here, as shown by the large and worn out seat, and they tend to have great memories, thus making this a less stressful job compared to another anthro species that would take her place.

It has felt like hours has passed by, and yet it has only been ten minutes. The dullness of this room is killing me! Literally the only non ashen color in here is my bright pink fur and my rainbow paw symbol on my left arm. I suppose when that just suddenly appeared on me, that was what verified me as a homosexual. It's not too shabby, Avi even found it cute, which made me blush. My cheeks turned red just thinking about it, blushing at the way he caressed me when I stayed with him. I started blushing harder, my face was completely red just thinking about our first time making love to each other; the feel of his teeth sinking into my neck, the way how he was being rough and yet gentle made thee experience all the better. I started smiling, then out of nowhere tears started falling down my face one by one and eventually it was a constant stream of them. I might not even get to experience something that magnificent with him again, I might not even be able to see him again. I uttered out a lurid cry and punched the wall out of anger; my stupid parents are to blame for this whole situation! I yelp in pain as I'm pretty sure I broke my wrist, and I hold it with my left hand, staring at the wall. There are so many tears that everything is blurry, so I wipe them off my face and curl into a ball, silently weeping to myself.

My shuddering only made my sides hurt more, but I don't care; I just want to with him. My ears perk up as I hear the door click and I immediately sit up straight, looking at the heavy person coming in. I was right, a middle-aged elephant worked here, her eyes a dull grey as was her suit and skirt. She wore some boring black glasses in which had black string that wrapped around her head. The pearl necklace that she wore was the only interesting thing she bore.

She caught me observing her and asked, smirking, "Like what you see there hun?" The comment immediately disgusted me, and the thought of seeing her naked made me gag. After seeing my face, the woman just bursted out laughing. I gave her a peculiar look and thought of how I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. "Can you walk sweet cheeks?" she asked. "And the name is Mrs. Tamboli, but you can call me Tam." I immediately tried to deduce why she's acting like she's in her 20s, and then it struck me: she's having a mid-life crisis.

"Tell me Tam, do you like to go out with your girlfriends to the club on Tuesday nights?" I inquired, wanting to confirm my conclusion.

She looked at me in surprise. "Why yes, I do," she answered. "Me and mister have been having some problems in our relationship. Our marriage counselor advised that we spend some time apart with different people." she sat down in front of me and sighed. "He moved out and is staying out with the neighbors. From his friends I've heard that he's been doing good, even met a girl. But that's the problem. I'm worried that he's going to leave me for her. I mean she's younger, prettier, and she has all that wild energy while I'm just dull and boring. I can see now why we had problems in our relationship. I'm trying this, trying for him. Yes, I go to clubs on Tuesday nights and drink and party, grinding on those young men, but I feel dead inside while doing it. The tequilas and margaritas are able to make me give me the illusion that I'm alive but in all honesty it makes me feel worse. There are times when I go into the bathroom and just grab a bottle of sleeping pills and wine and I just fall to the floor crying because my life is so miserable."

She laid her head down and started sobbing softly. That was a lot to take in. She's not only facing a mid-life crisis, she's also facing marital issues and is battling depression. This made me realize that everyone goes through shit, and its people's job who have been through that shit to help others out of it. I let out a grunt as I get up; my muscles still sore from being tased, walk over to her, and put my hands on her back. "Everything is gonna be alright hun," I said in a soothing tone. "If he leaves you then he wasn't meant for you plain and simple. Everyone is given a test of love, a test that will determine whether or not they will remain loyal and faithful to you. My boyfriend and I are going through a test ourselves. The abuse my parents made me go through has left me and my sister in the care of my aunt and uncle, neither of which like gay people either, and they live in Oklahoma, surrounded by other members of my mom's side of the family. The last time I get to see him is before I leave this place, but hopefully we love one another so much that we'll see each other when I'm legally emancipated and move out in two years. That way I can be in his arms again, feel his chest against my face as I use it as a pillow; see those soft, golden eyes that have been the light in my darkness for these past few months. I love him, and he loves me."

My tail was wagging eagerly at the thought of him, but she got up and pushed me off of her, causing me to stumble backwards. "You teenagers and your conception of love! It's only your damn hormones!" she spat. "You don't get it. None of you do." She looked me straight in the eye, her face was serious, but her eyes revealed hate. "All that damn testosterone in your blood is causing you to infatuate him. You're given the illusion of love, but neither of you love each other. You he can do for you, and he wants what you can do for him. You damn 90's and millennials and you all's narcissistic views. It makes me sick. You two undoubtedly fucked each other, which is why you want to go back to him and be his little bitch. Love isn't real, men just use us to satisfy their sexual desires. I'm glad I can't have children; I wouldn't want to have any with my husband. Before I leave I will tell you this, break up with him before you two hurt each other, because you both are bound to cheat on one another. I'm glad we had this chat; you unconsciously helped me make my decision with what I should do with my marriage. Now if you will excuse me I have a divorce lawyer to find." And with that she got up and left, her walk was a determined one. I seem to have helped someone end their marriage.

After a few minutes have passed, I rubbed my sore joints to spread out the pain so it wouldn't hurt so much to move, then I walked up door. I leaned my ear against the door and I didn't hear anything on the other side, so I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door casually. I opened it enough to where I could creep see the outside, and to my surprise no one was there. I opened the door and exited the room, and I began to explore all the other offices. I walked down the corridor when suddenly I saw Merissa, who was running away in tears. I grabbed her arm and hugged her tightly, and she began to cry harder, but this time it was tears of joy, not tears of sadness. I stroked her blonde hair and tried to comfort her, shushing her and telling her everything's going to be alright. She looked up at me, her auburn eyes filled with tears, and a crooked smile appeared on her face, her facial muscles struggling to keep the smile. I smiled back to reassure her that we'll beat this problem.

"That stupid judge," she began, "Doesn't he know that we were only trying to protect you? You've been through so much pain already. I've met your mom's sisters, and they are too much like your mother. If you leave with them, surrounded by a bunch of backwards people, I have no doubt that they will take you conversion therapy. We'd never see you again, and if we do, you would break up with Avi, and none of us wants that. I still love you Ian, but I want you to love me for me, but I know you can't. I just have to move on I guess, but I cannot let you go live with your family. Please tell me that you have a plan?"

Her eyes searched mine for an answer, while I searched my mind for an answer. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. "You know Daniel right?" I inquired.

"The pot head?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Don't tell me you're planning to get into the drug dealing business to raise enough money to live on your own."

"No no," I objected laughing, "He knows a few empty apartments where we could hang out for awhile. That's where he usually does his transactions and smoke his blunts with his buddies."

"And how do you know this?" Merissa crossed her arms and glared at me.

"What, my cousin done a few deals with him!" I exclaimed, trying to avoid her accusatory tone, and I think it only made it worse, but whatever. If we're gonna do this, we need to do it now.

"Okay," she replied, seeming contempt with my answer. "So you want to have all of us come with you?"

"I want all of you except for Braxton to come, I don't want to mess up his chances of going to college with this crazy stunt that we're about to pull. He's already been accepted to the University of Michigan, and I don't want him to get kicked out because of me."

"Actually, I think I'll stay with Braxton. I don't want him to be completely alone." Merissa proposed. "Just one question, how will you and Avi get the money to live on your own?"

"I'm pretty sure that me and him have some money saved up, and we'll do some odd jobs if we have to." I answered.

"Well I would be glad to give you all some money, and I'm sure Braxton would be too."

"That's great! Now we just need to find them while this place is still empty so we can leave. Do you know where they are?"

"They're still in the office accompanied by Judge Gladstone and two officers. I don't know how we're gonna get them though." she said with doubt in her voice.

"Can you take me to the office?"

"Sure, just follow me." She responded.

We went down the halls, made a few rights and lefts, and we crept up outside of the little office Avi and Braxton was in. My tail was wagging softly at the thought of seeing him again, when Merissa shot me a look and made my wagging stop. I looked up at the window and saw that the blinds were open. Perfect.

"So how will we get them?" Merissa asked.

"Leave it to me," I beamed and quickly got up scout the window. Just as I had expected, the Judge and officers were facing away from the window while Braxton and Avi were looking bored as hell. I got up and started waving my hands to get their attention, and for a moment Avi's and my eyes locked and in sync we both started wagging our tails, beaming with excitement. I saw the Judge move his mouth and Avi stopped wagging his tail and smiling, and I immediately ducked down and sat up against the wall, no doubt the Judge was looking out the window. I waited a few moments and looked at Merissa to see if the Judge was still staring out the window. Merissa gave me the all clear and I stood up again, getting their attention again. This time they played it off and looked bored, and I gestured with my hand for them to come outside. I saw Avi get up and say something unintelligible and saw Braxton do the same thing. They exchanged a few words with the Judge and, I they started moving towards the door with an officer following right behind them.

I quickly scrambled towards the nearest corner and hid there, taking Merissa's hand and dragging her along with me. I told her to act like she was coming back to the office and get them over here to me, where we would knock out the officer and make a run for it. She began walking towards them, and I strained to hear what they were saying.

"Where are y'all going?" She asked casually.

"To the restroom," Braxton responded plainly. "This 'nice' officer is assisting us there."

"I could show y'all if y'all want."

"That won't be necessary, just go back into the room with Judge Gladstone and wait there," the officer advised.

"Can't I at least accompany you all?" she begged, trying to make our little plan work.

"Fine," he sighed. "Just no funny business okay?"

They began walking and towards me, and I got ready. My muscles tensed up and were ready to spring into action. The officer turned the corner, and slipped behind him and cupped his mouth while Merissa kicked him down under. He crouched down and held his crotch, and when I was sure that he wouldn't make a sound, I let go of him and quickly elbowed him in the temple, knocking him out instantly. He let out a sharp cry before going down, and all four of us moved his body to a nearby empty office and threw his body in there and closed the door.

When the coast was clear I immediately jumped onto Avi with my legs wrapped around him, and I hugged him so tight. Tears were streaming down both of our cheeks, and we started making out. He pushed me against the wall and both of our hands were above my head, intertwined, and I swear we would've made love right then and there if it wasn't for Merissa bringing us back to reality.

"So how the hell are we supposed to get out of here, and what are you going to do Ian?" Braxton inquired now that we were free.

"We're gonna get the hell out of here," I answered. "Do you still have your keys on you?"

Braxton checked his pockets and patted his keys. "Yea, but you still didn't answer my second question."

"I can't tell you, because they'll undoubtedly bring you in for questioning, plus you just got accepted into the University of Michigan, I don't want you to get rejected because of me. I'll be fine, trust me."

Avi gave a concerned look and wasn't too sure about what I had in mind. "Ian..." he began before suddenly we heard running and shouting. We turned around and saw the judge and officer chasing us, the officer undoubtedly calling for back up in his walkie-talkie. We began running towards the exit, making sharp turns to avoid getting caught. We saw the exit and began making a run for it, but suddenly five officers were at the door and made us stop in our tracks. We turned around and tried to flee, but Gladstone was standing there with at least ten officers. They came in to surround us, and I was looking for a way out, but I couldn't find one. Time was running out, I was beginning to become hopeless. I slouched down and started crying, punching the ground. Why does this always happen to me? Why can't I just be left alone and be with Avi? Why can't I just be happy without someone screwing it up?

I felt an immense amount rage flood my body and I got up, my claws out and ready to fight. I let out a low growl, and I could sense the concern of my friends.

"Ian, are you okay?" Avi asked, his voice filled with worry. Even Gladstone and his men were worried, but they regained they're composure.

"We have you surrounded," Gladstone stated. "Don't do anything stupid."

The hate just continued to build in me until out of nowhere a voice began to talk to me. Let the hate flow through you. That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out, but instead it being all black, my vision was all red.