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You'll See	By : StargateFanatic Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Slash Views: 8666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have a surprise for you guys. I'll be posting it soon, so be watching out for it. ;)
Well, here's the next chapter.
Oh, and I don't remember any description of Mike's parents, so I bent them to my will. -lol-

Mike was in better spirits. I sat beside him when he told his parents what Perkins had done. His mother engulfed me in a tight hug, oblivious to the chill of my body, and thanked me for rescuing her son.

His parents asked how I had known about what was happening to Mike. I told them honestly that the same had happened to me because I was gay. Their faces seemed to close. Though they still smiled understandingly, it seemed forced. Mike turned panicked eyes my way, begging me to say something else. I suddenly understood why he was still closeted.

“I think Perkins targeted Mike because he talked with me every day. When he reasoned that he couldn’t mess with me anymore, he went after Mike. I am sorry,” I finished quietly. His parents’ eyes softened ever so slightly, but they still looked unwelcoming.

“It’s all right,” Mike muttered. “You couldn’t have known.”

I only nodded in reply, not wanting to debate. Standing, I clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay, Mike.”

“Me, too.” He stood and hugged me. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Unthinkingly, I kissed the top of his head and ruffled his hair. As I turned to go, I happened to glance back at his parents. Any hint of a smile was gone. They were glaring at me furiously. Mike saw the same glares and shrunk back down into the couch.

“How dare you,” Mrs. Newton fumed. “How dare you corrupt our little boy!” She stood and raised her hand to strike me, but I caught her wrist.

“Ma’am, please don’t hit me. It will hurt you more than me.” A flicker of fear crossed her face and she backed away from me.

“Did you just threaten my wife?” Mr. Newton growled, advancing on me.

“No, sir.”

Someone knocked at the door. Mr. Newton breezed by me, calming his face as he answered the door.

“May I help you?”

“Hello, sir. I’m Jasper Hale.”

“Ah. One of Carlisle’s kids?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What can I help you with?”

“I drove Whitaker and Mike here to talk with you and I just wanted to make sure Whitaker hadn’t slipped out.”

“No, he’s here. Why don’t you come in?”

“Thank you, sir.”

They both walked into the room. Jasper stood beside me, touching my shoulder in support. I knew he had heard the entire conversation.

The tense silence was almost deafening, surrounding me in stony taciturnity. Mike’s parents shared a quick glance that slightly unnerved me.

“Mike, will you come to the kitchen please?” his mom asked sweetly.

“Yes ma’am. Just a minute,” Mike replied. His mother nodded and both she and Mr. Newton stepped into the kitchen.

“Do you have a pen?” I asked. Mike handed me one from the coffee table. I pulled a scrap piece of paper out of my pocket and scribbled my cell number on it. “This is my number. If you need anything, call me. I don’t care what time it is. Okay?”

“Thank you.” He gave me a quick hug and headed towards the kitchen, a doomed look crossing his face. “See you guys tomorrow.”

But we didn’t see Mike the next day, or the next. In fact, we didn’t see him for the rest of the week. I was beginning to wish I had gotten Mike’s number when I gave him mine, because he still hadn’t called me. I knew Jasper was growing worried as well, though no one but I could see it.

That Friday afternoon, Mike finally called. He was upset and his voice sounded…strange.

“Can you come help me?” he whispered.

“Of course. Are you at home?” I replied.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be there in a jiff.” I hung up and looked for Jasper. He was already standing by the door with his keys.

I impatiently knocked on the door when we arrived. There were no cars in the drive, so Mike was home alone.

“Come in,” he called from inside.

We walked into the living room and saw Mike on the couch. His eye was black and his lip was busted, though it wasn’t bleeding.

“What happened?” I demanded.

“Dad said he wouldn’t stand to have a gay son. I talked back and he…”

“Shh.” I sat beside him and carefully brushed away the tear that made a wet trail down his face. He winced slightly when I touched the edge of his bruise. Jasper touched my shoulder and handed me a bag of frozen vegetables. I gently pressed it to Mike’s eye. He winced again and then sighed as the pain was numbed.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I guess I shouldn’t have said anything about being gay, huh?” He didn’t laugh. “Sorry. Horrid joke.”

“It’s not that…”

“What’s not?”

“You being gay. They wouldn’t have said anything if I had pulled away from you when you kissed me.”

“It was only on top of the head. Parents do the same thing.”

“But you’re not my parent.”

“True.”

“And when I didn’t pull away, when I accepted your touch, they didn’t think any straight guy would do that. They were yelling when you left.”

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’ll be okay. I’m just a little banged up is all.”

“No parent should beat their child. I understand punishment, but not beating just because of who you’re attracted to.”

He took the vegetables out of my hand and held them himself. “It’s not so bad…”

“Not so bad? He gave you a black eye and a busted lip.”

“Yeah. And it’s not as bad as…”

“As what?” He didn’t answer. “Has this happened before?”

“No…”

“Not as bad as what?”

“…As Perkins.” He was turned away from me, so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. I didn’t say anything because there was nothing to be said.

“Is there any antibiotic ointment anywhere?” Jasper asked quietly.

“Bathroom,” Mike replied, leaning against me and letting me hold the thawing packet of food to his face again.

Jasper returned with a white tube and a small green bottle.

“I found some Campho-Phenique. It should help too.” He handed both to me and moved to stand on the other side of the room. Mike sat up, facing me. I carefully dabbed some Campho-Phenique on his lip. He hissed at me, but didn’t move.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, applying a little more before closing the bottle and switching to the antibiotic ointment. Now that Mike’s lip was somewhat numb, I could rub in the murky white gel.

I heard the door slam open.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Mr. Newton yelled.

“Tending wounds,” I replied nonchalantly.

“Get out of my house.”

“Not until I know Mike is well taken care of.”

“He is. Now get out.” I moved slowly as I capped the antibiotic ointment and stood. Jasper didn’t move, since he knew I wasn’t leaving yet and he hadn’t been noticed.

“Oh, he is? Explain the bruise and the busted lip.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“When one of my friends gets hurt, I make it my business.”

“Whitaker, don’t,” Mike pleaded.

“Your friendship is terminated. Get. Out,” Mr. Newton tried again.

“You cannot abuse your son!” I snapped.

His eyes grew cold. “He is no son of mine.”

“Then you won’t care if he comes with me.”

“What? So you can start a gay whorehouse together and corrupt this town? I don’t think so.”

Jasper stepped from the shadows, causing Mike’s dad to pale.

“I don’t think I like you talking to my boyfriend that way.”

“Y-you…You’re…”

“With Whitaker? Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t call him a whore. I know for a fact that he’s not.” His gaze was guarded, calculating, emotionless, but I knew the anger that was rising underneath it all. This was intimidating Jasper, and secretly…I liked it.

“I’m sorry.”

“I think my family needs to take their business elsewhere.”

“No! Please, no. You are my best customers! What can I do?”

“You can stop being prejudiced, for one.”

“Okay. What else?” He agreed too easily. I didn’t like it.

“I don’t want to ever see evidence or hear of abuse in this house again. If I do, you’ll regret it.”

“O-okay.”

Jasper turned away. “Mike, you have our number. If you need anything, you call us.” Mike nodded.

“You’ll be okay,” I whispered, setting down the white tube I was still clutching. “I’ll see you at school.”

While his lips said nothing, his eyes told me of his gratitude.

I smiled and turned to Jasper, who took my hand and led me from the house without a backwards glance.

Ok, I know Jasper's threat wasn't a real hefty one, but... I couldn't really think of anything. Does it sound stupid?
I'm probably posting that surprise in a little bit. :)
TheBlindQueen--Thank you. :) That means a lot to me.
DBZchick--I feel special! ;) I'm going to try not to take so long next time...
elvinwitch--I missed you, too! I just couldn't manage an update. :( But I think you'll like the surprise I'm posting soon. :)
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