Why was I not surprised when I found out that my parents abandoned me?

Their abandonment shouldn't be a surprise anymore. This was all bound to happen. It was nice of Mister Wall to offer his help to find my parents. I wanted to decline but he seemed so eager and sincere that I couldn't help but feel butterflies having a seizure in my stomach. I pray that this childish infatuation that I have for him would diminish. Surely my Lord wouldn't let me sin any further. If this silly emotion went past the crush level, my Lord will banish me from the book in heaven. I will never be saved.

The class ended. I waited for Mister Wall by the entrance of the school. He told me that he would take me home and had already told Derek about it. I haven't talked to Ethan and Edward although I have seen them in school. They tried to approach me but I was with Mister Wall even during lunch. Their pinned gaze was peculiar as if they were stoned in place. I kept giving them questioning glances and even mouthed: "What?" from afar. It was as if they were staring at me but at the same time not seeing me at all.

Samael seemed busy with life. He recently had not attended classes which provided relief to our educators. That boy was indeed a handful. Our history teacher's prosthetic teeth were accidentally spat out with how he was screaming at Samael during class.

"Keetan, dude!" Ethan called out from behind me. I turned around, finding them walking towards me. I waved my hand at them, quickly asking Ethan about the day when my parents left.

"I just saw Mister Hellion carrying you out. What the hell happened?"

"And why were you with our English teacher?" Edward added on Ethan's question like he was implying something.

Ethan elbowed his stomach making him hiss in pain. "Dude stop being a bitter ass hoe! You keep on thinking that Mister Hellion shot his angry bird inside Keetan."

All blood drained from my body from what they were talking about. Why would Edward have such an idea?!

"I wasn't thinking that! That's gay man!"

Ethan and I rolled our eyes. "Stop discriminating against yourself. Damn man, stop pretending!"

I let out a sigh at the arguing buddies. "Please stop already. This is getting nowhere."

The two were silenced until they finally urged me to explain the situation.

"Mister Hellion and my parents were supposed to have a business partnership that day. As for him carrying me, it's too complicated to say."

"Did your parents hurt you?" Edward queried. "I mean no offense but they really are assholes."

I would argue against Edward but his opinion was right. There was no reason to defend my parents.

"Yo, we should report them to the police," Ethan decided, clapping his hands for us to wake up and get going.

"They're missing," I told them.

Edward clicked his tongue. "Pussies..."

"Just like you," Samael's voice sounded from the door. He appeared with a yawning mouth and an exhausted face. Where had he been? Mister Wall was right behind him. My face immediately flushed red.

"Hello Keetan, ready to go?" Mister Wall asked with a kind smile. He was wearing his reading glasses which added to his charming looks.

"Where are you taking Keetan?" Edward asked, appearing to be accusing Mister Wall of something. He definitely became more protective and now that I know his reason, I couldn't help but be flattered and sad for it.

I don't think I have the capability to return his feelings.

"We gonna sacrifice him to Satan," Samael replied, pushing Edward out of their way. Mister Wall and him passed through; the huge man of muscle brought me close to his heated body.

I gave a look of reassurance to both boys, finding Ethan elbowing Edward again to remove that pissed off expression on his face. Edward finally broke from the elbowing he was receiving. He took his revenge by punching Ethan in the gut. Thus the two got into a tight rumble of friendly brawl.

"You have nice friends Keetan," Mister Wall complimented, pressing me closer to his body. I seriously wanted to hug him back but I was too shy to do so. I don't even know the guy that much.

Mister Wall's driver, who looked awfully pale yet sternly strong with those chiseled muscles under his tight button down shirt, opened the door of the limo. Mister Wall sat beside me and Samael sat at the seat across from us. The scent of the car smelt like sweet chocolate with a mix of alcohol.

"Keetan, I hope you don't mind if we pass by the town hall. I need to speak with the mayor about something," Mister Wall said.

Samael suddenly grunted. A mischievous smile formed on his face. I had a bad feeling about this. Throughout the drive my hands were sweaty. Mister Wall kept on massaging my scrunched up shoulder to relax me.

"Are you alright?"

"Um no..." I admitted. If I lied, I'd commit a sin. I must stop lying or else it would be a habit.

Mister Wall seemed intrigued as he crossed his legs and brought his arm across my chest to push my head against his shoulder. Why does he keep on being touchy? I'd like to complain but his touches felt nice. But then as long as our genitals weren't involved then he could continue with this closeness, right?

"What's bothering you?"

"I'm...I'm not sure sir...I just feel nervous."

I relaxed against his shoulder. He removed his hand from my head. I looked shyly on my lap, pondering on our position. Mister Wall presented his hand on my lap in a fist. He then opened his hand. A small ball of dark brown color sat in the middle of his palm.

"Try it, it's chocolate."

I stared at Mister Wall's alluring face and tried the ball of chocolate. I crushed the treat in my mouth and a burst of sweetness flooded my warm cavern. It had a unique taste of chocolate, something I couldn't explain, but it made me want more.

The car stopped in traffic. A lot of people were getting out of the car and running to the town hall.

"What's with all the fuss?" Samael asked in a bored and uncaring tone as he played with his phone. Mister Wall got out and I followed behind him. There was a huge crowd surrounding our destination. There were red and blue lights of a police car signaling a crime scene.

"Isn't that the mother of the faith healer? Oh Lord!" a woman gossipped loudly. There were murmurs everywhere. The gossips blended in a cauldron to complete the concoction of disaster.

"Halo family..."

"Work of the witch..."

"Look at all the blood..."

"Poor Keetan..."

I squeezed into the crowd, my heart beating wildly. What did they do now? What blasphemy were they making? Mister Wall shouted my name but I was consumed by confusion and curiosity. I stumbled out of the crowd and was stunned. Blood drained from my body and left me cold and shivering. The hairs on my neck rose.

At that time, everything was evil...at that time everything was ungodly.

What did I do to deserve such a family?

Blood pooled on the ground beside the statue of Archangel Michael. My father lay dead at the base of the statue's plinth. His neck was slit with blood dripping from the gash. His eyes were open as they remained a witness of the prior events that led to this scene that the audiences weren't able to behold. His body was stabbed and slashed multiple times. The color of his white dress shirt was dyed red. There was a knife that was still stuck in his stomach.

I was lost in his dead eyes. My mother was wounded but not as severe as her significant other. She held a black case. She hugged it firmly to her chest, more dearly than when she held me, as she yelled at the policemen. She was out of her mind. Her glaring eyes threatened anyone who would come close. It was the look of a selfish murderer.

As soon as she spotted me, she gave me an eerie smile. Her lipstick went past the borders of her lips; her eyeliner trailed down her cheeks. Her red hair was a bird's nest. Her ripped and disheveled clothes exposed her cleavage. She was slashed and gashed, winning a death match.

"Keetan! Oh baby look, mommy got some money. I got lots and lots of money! I don't need you anymore. You are worthless to me, child!" She hysterically declared. "I can buy anything I want. I should have killed your cheating dad earlier!" She spat. "You know what? I should have aborted you! You ungrateful brat! I carried you for nine fucking months and how did you repay me?"

She struggled against the policemen's hold and even bit one man on his arm when he attempted to take the briefcase away.

"Let go of me! I still need to buy a new necklace! I need to buy new clothes!"

"Mom!" I shouted at her. "Stop it, you're hurt...please..." I begged.

Her raging eyes darted at me. "Are you disrespecting me Keetan?! How can you do this? What will your father say? You shut your trap! Shut your mouth you fucking brat!"

I approached my mom to try and calm her down but she went wilder and more verbally abusive. "You can't save anyone! You can't save your dad! You are useless. I wish you died when I was carrying you!"

I held on to one of the policemen's arms. "Please don't be too rough with her. Please get her help. Please, sir!"

"Kid, we're trying our best here. We might need an exorcist with how strong your mother is!" one of them responded.

The police dragged her under the mayor's orders while she shouted profanities at me. I wanted to shrink and disappear from the judging eyes around me. I gave my dead father a look and then mindlessly walked to him.

Maybe I could still save him.

Maybe I could prove to my mom that I wasn't useless.

I fell on my knees, placing my hands on his body. I released all my power and strength in one breath. I can do this.

I can save him.

My eyes stung when the wounds wouldn't close. I never tried healing a dead person. I never tried to revive anyone but the Lord was with me. He could save anyone.

"Please...please live..." I whispered shakily. "Dad...dad, breathe!"

Two huge hands held mine. I pulled them from his grasp and began to perform my attempts only for my hands to be snatched a second time.

"He's not going to live, Keetan. You can't revive him," Mister Wall gently told me.

"I have to try. He's my dad, I have to do something!" I desperately stated. "Please Mister Wall, please..." I sobbed. I wasn't useless. I can do this. I can bring him back to life.

"Keetan..." He murmured, gathering what wreckage I became in his arms.

"This...this is the only thing I know I can do...I was made to do this. Why...Why can't I bring him back? I don't understand!" I cried. "I can't understand Mister Wall! I'm not useless! I tried to be good, God knows I tried!"

I couldn't stop crying. He assisted me on my feet, holding me with every weak step I made.

"Okay folks, shows over, don't worry you will all get your turn soon!" Samael shouted to the bystanders.

I clutched Mister Wall's arm. I couldn't breathe through my nose because of the snot. "I tried... to save them sir. I did everything!" I whimpered.

Mister Wall hugged me tighter. "That's the problem, Keetan. You're the only one who tried. They didn't try with you."

"I'm worthless sir...I'm worth nothing..." I breathlessly whispered. His face was blurry because of my tears.

We watched as the forensic cleaners collected my father's corpse, bagging him and the weapons used to murder him. One of the detectives tried to question me but I couldn't make out a word. Mister Wall answered what he could; their conversation became a background noise of my empty mind.

Once the detective was satisfied, he let Mister Wall take me to his car. My daze snapped when I noticed how we were merely standing by the car and not entering it.

"You know what? You are worth my heart and I can bring it out to you without hesitation," he confessed. My eyes widened when he brought out a pocket knife. My hands grabbed the weapon when he was going to pierce it through his chest.

"What are you doing?!"

He smiled at me, placing a soft kiss against my forehead. "But as predicted, you won't let me. You are not worthless, Keetan. You're far from being meaningless because to me, you mean everything."

It took a while before his words seeped through my understanding because of the previous events. Mister Wall cupped my cheek. Warmth spread over me and a feeling of nostalgia occurred as he pressed his lips gently against mine.

It was just a kiss.

But it felt something more.

That mere kiss made me temporarily forget the world around me. I forgot my parents, my status in my church, and my duty as a servant. The burden of trying to be someone faded.

At that time...I felt as if being gay was okay and that being me was who I was truly meant to be.