My arms squeezed around a smooth, soft, and slightly furry object. I snuggled back against the warmth behind me. I knew the person hugging me but I didn't know what I was hugging in return.

My crusty eyes opened. I smiled, feeling hundreds of butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. There was a cute brown teddy bear with a blue ribbon tied around its neck staring at me.

When did Mister Wall get this for me?

I shivered when Mister Wall kissed my cheek, causing me to crush the bear into a tight embrace. "Do you like it sweetheart?"

"Yes, sir," I replied happily. I turned around, leaning my forehead against Mister Wall's chest; the teddy bear was trapped between us.

I had a teddy bear once but it was torn into two. The memory was vague as I rather forget that night; however, I do recall meeting another boy in the barn I was locked in during the storm. He appeared to be a fallen angel sent by my Father to soothe me. When I think about it, he looked similar to the boy Samael frequently drew if he was older. I wonder where he was? We played almost every night and one day, he never came to visit again. He was my first friend. He made me believe in miracles. He was also the reason how I discovered that I had this power. Lucian...I pray that he is well and happy.

When he vanished, I held on to my Christian faith as believing in miracles was the only thing I got going for me and the only thing that kept me alive and sane. Healing became the bridge that made my parents acknowledge me as their child. I became a necessity. I became someone. I wasn't a burden. I used the gift that my Lord had given me to be of service to humankind and to show them how generous and great my Father was.

If it weren't for my Father...I wouldn't be here. Without His guidance I would have ended up like my parents.

With such belief I thought that everything was going fine. I brushed off my parents' behavior towards money. I didn't pay attention to the priests' spitefulness and the widespread contempt and hypocrisy that this town had. People have misused the teachings of my Father and had molded His words in accordance with what was most favorable to them.

I realized how blind I was because of my own feelings. I wasn't an effective servant of my Lord.

I love my Father...but it was evident that He had forsaken this town. What was the point of saving people who did not want to be saved?

Samael was right...

But what about me?

Would I also suffer the same fate because of my love for Mister Wall?

Yes, it was because of my Lord that I have grown into someone opposite to my parents. But I feel...and I know that Mister Wall wasn't God-given. Mister Wall was kind, generous, caring, and loving but he loved me more than a friend. My Lord wouldn't give someone to me that would be the cause of my damnation.

No...

Mister Wall wasn't from my Father...

But even so...

I still loved him and I was still willing to stay with him.

So this was it...

I had shifted from the road of salvation into the road of damnation.

"What are you thinking?" Sir broke my bubble of thoughts.

"I'm worried..."

Mister Wall took my bear from between us, placing it above our heads. "Worried about what?"

I sighed. If I told him about my thoughts Mister Wall would get offended. Anyone would be offended if I told them that they were a pawn of Lucifer.

Oh Lord...

"I'm...scared of what hell would be like. I know that it will be scorching with flames."

Sir pulled our bodies closer and laughed. "What made you think that you'll go to hell?"

I shyly stared at his face. "Well...you know what the bible says about...um...yeah."

"Men who sleep with other men? A man who marries another man? A man who has a relationship with another man?" He helped me out but he wasn't enraged at all. He was even smiling.

"Yes?"

Mister Wall placed a kiss on my forehead. "Passing God's standards for heaven is really difficult, you know? The number of people who would burn are comparable to the grains of sand on the beach. It is as if the Lord didn't want heaven to be crowded."

I laughed. "Lucifer will have a hard time when judgment day comes..."

The older man let out a breath of exasperation as if he was Lucifer. "You bet."

Silence ruled between us for a minute until Mister Wall broke it. "It's just 5:30 a.m. but do you want me to cook breakfast?"

I nodded. "Okay...oh sir, I don't have a change of clothes."

I remembered that I only borrowed Mister Wall's shirt and sweatpants. I couldn't borrow his clothes for school later; they might fall from my body.

"Don't fret, I bought clothes for you. They are hanging together with my slacks and office clothes."

"You bought clothes for me again?" My eyes narrowed. He spent too much on me. "Thank you sir but please don't buy anymore in the future."

He pinched my cheeks. "I love buying you things. When I see cute clothings I think of you."

I scowled. If he buys me one more thing then I would demand for a receipt and return it. This could not go on. If I dare request for a mansion he would, without a doubt, make ways to make it happen.

We got up. I did my morning routine and slipped on the robe before drying my hair. The new set of clothes were already prepared for me on the bed. He had bought me an oversized black hoodie with white stitches. There was also a pair of skinny jeans that fit perfectly on my legs.

Why did he have to buy me shoes? I didn't go to his place barefoot. I wasn't that pathetic. Still...this pair of converse ain't bad. How did he even know my shoe size?

Oh wait, I forgot I didn't bring my backpack with me! I don't want to burden Mister Wall any further.

I headed to the kitchen where the source of that fantastic breakfast smell radiated. The solution to my new problem sat on the countertop of the kitchen. Mister Wall was making fried rice while Samael took huge gulps of milk from the jug. It was like they had the ability to teleport. Were Derek and Samantha even awake at this hour?

"Sir, thanks for bringing my backpack," I chirped. I didn't know how or when they got this but these people moved fast.

He glanced at me and grinned. "I had Samael fetch it for me. You look good darling."

Samael raised the hem of his wife beater, showing his well defined muscles before wiping his chin because of the milk that spilled. "You look like you're ready to kick some asses!" He complimented which wasn't flattering on my part. I did not condone violence.

The only time I wanted to hurt someone was when Edward stabbed Mister Wall.

"Anyway berry head, you better come to my concert once that miniature arena is done. The theme is "Burn baby" with a catchphrase "Reaping souls ever since BAE's creation."

"What's BAE?" I asked him. Why was he reaping souls?

"Before Adam and Eve," he replied. I didn't get to ask further when Mister Wall announced that breakfast was ready.

As always, Mister Wall served good food. His fried rice tasted like Chinese takeaway. How could he be so perfect in every aspect? God had His favoritism.

Sir went to take a shower. I restudied the parts I didn't quite grasp well while Samael played his guitar. As I was about to start to read the functions of the medulla oblongata, Mister Wall came out of his room appearing as if he would attend a photoshoot.

"Let's go." He had his satchel in his hand. I grabbed my backpack, fetching my teddy bear from sir's bedroom.Their pale and creepy driver waited outside with the limo ready. I got in first followed by sir and then Samael.

As soon as we got to school, Mister Wall went ahead and told us to wait for ten minutes before going in. Fake rumors spread easily. If students or teachers notice that I was with him all the time, they'd assume that I received special treatment.

And he was right. For all the years I've lived in this town, the townspeople like to make up stories that usually get the people involved in trouble. It was human nature to gossip and destroy other people's lives I guess.

I held my teddy bear close to my chest, blushing when I heard some gossips around me.

"Oh, Keetan looks so hot! And that bear...OMG who's the lucky girl?"

Samael snickered. "Nosy bitches..."

"Samael looks super sexy," I heard another one. "Like, we should ask Keetan and him to party with us next time. I bet that I'd totally get laid."

How salacious! She should show some decency and self-respect.

Samael walked closer to me, nudging me by the shoulder. "Hey, I know this shop that sells rainbow shirts online. Wanna order and do a gay parade?"

"Do you have a death wish?" I mumbled.

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Watch me."

My eyes widened when Samael stood in the middle of the hallway looking ready to shout with his hands on each side of his mouth. Lesson learned: Never challenge Samael.

"Hey you narrow minded hypocrites! I'm #gayasfuck and I ain't afraid to show it! I don't care about your goddamn opinions because I'm happy with what I am! I love a GUY and we had sex! I'm not gonna change for this fucked up society so you can keep all your religious bullshit to yourselves! #Hellisgay!" He screamed, raising his arms up like a lunatic.

Was he out of his mind?!

Samael earned mixed reactions. Some were shocked, some were disgusted, some were confused, and some were actually smiling as if they had found him inspiring.

"He's a dirty faggot!" one of our classmates who usually ogled him screamed.

"And you're a dirty cunt," Samael retorted. "How many times did you abort a kid? Stop acting clean when you're dirty as fuck."

The girl was silenced, eyes bulging from her sockets. "H-how?"

A jock, who was a friend of Edward since I always see him with him, walked forward. "Gays are mentally impaired. You need to get your head checked. You can't love another guy. It's unnatural."

I shifted uncomfortably in place. That wasn't true. Anyone could fall in love with anyone. My knees shook from the glares and stares Samael received. I was scared for him and I felt their animosity because I was...I was gay.

"God made a man for a woman and a woman for a man. You can't have Adam and Steve!" Another student shouted which caused the laughter of the majority of the whole crowd.

"So it was straight people that caused humanity's downfall. How funny, right? But ya know? If procreation is the reason why a male and a female are partnered, then infertile men and women shouldn't marry since they can't create. " Samael laughed hysterically.

"Gays are bad parents! They'll influence their kids to be like them!" Another one retorted. This would be a chain of endless comebacks. Samael was enjoying himself too much.

"Well at least gays adopt the kids that you guys accidentally create!" The outrageous man shouted back with a grin of victory. "And besides, Cain killed his own brother so that makes Adam and Eve baaad parents."

The people around us were getting frustrated. They pushed another jock forward. "Love is between a man and a woman only. Stop it man, this is just gay as fuck. Save yourself from hell."

I couldn't take this anymore. This was getting out of hand. I know Samael could handle himself since he was the one who started this but I couldn't leave him alone. We were on the same page.

"The bible is made for those who want to be guided. It is the person's choice if he would want to abide by the rules or not. This person right here clearly doesn't give two cents about what's written in the bible." I pointed to Samael who merely shrugged.

"Love is applied to all. It is not an abnormality or a sickness to love another person from the same sex. It is not something that you can cure with medicine. If love for the same sex has a cure, then we wouldn't have this argument now. Don't focus on one thing in the bible and bash homosexuals. If loving another guy is a sin then so are cursing, gambling, divorce, killing, gossiping, cheaters, drunkards, premarital sex, extramarital sex, and the list goes on. If you're going to criticize a person who is sinning, be sure to evaluate yourselves first. All of us...aren't even qualified to go to heaven. I doubt there is a single person in this room that's qualified above," I told everyone. My heart was beating so fast. It was my first time to defend the other side. It was my first time to have a speech about being open-minded.

"Adam and Steve, impaired brain, abomination, what else?" Samael questioned. "You know what? Okay, I accept it, gays are an abomination and gays are mentally impaired but at least we're fucking fabulous! And don't fucking say that 'Oh Father told us to multiply' bullshit! Earth is already overpopulated and kids are growing hungry because their parents can't feed them!"

"What's happening here?" the principal yelled. His bald head shone like the morning sun as he stomped his way towards us.

"This guy is a faggot!" Someone shouted, pointing at Samael. God, he was like a broken tape recorder.

The principal cringed. "What?! This is...this is!"

"And so am I," I declared, earning gasps from everyone. I won't hide anymore. It'd come out sooner or later.

I was scared though...I was severely petrified.

Samael scooted closer to me, nudging my shoulder. "Berry...you've grown balls."

I sighed. "My balls were already de-developed in my mom's womb."

Mister Wall emerged from our classroom, sauntering our way. Mister Wall, I need a hug. I think I peed a little.

"What's happening here Mister Dill Doe?" sir asked.

My knees gave up on me as I fell on my bum. I had a death grip on my teddy; the whispers from my fellow students tugged on every hair on my skin.

"He's gay..."

"I can't believe it!"

"Keetan's a faggot."

My breaths hastened.

I guess I wasn't ready to come out of the closet yet...

Dark spots filled my vision and before I knew it, I already fainted.

"Oh shit, berry!"

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