The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Part Four
Unschooled
Chapter Seven
Pietro
It was now the second week into being back at school. True to his word, Mr. Heins placed me in the Special Ed classes. I was now among kids who had behavioral problems among other issues. A few had behavioral problems which manifested in anger. When a couple of these kids who were named Tim and Ben got angry, they saw fit to start raging against Fags. Their words, not mine. They tried starting shit with me, telling me about how they knew all about Nohea and I. They were new kids who didn't really associate with kids in the regular part of the school, so I didn't know how they could have known about what went on between Nohea and I. They made sure to heavily imply that they knew that Nohea and I were boyfriends, and how disgusting that was.
I attempted to defend the two of us, but they'd tell me to fuck off with that queer shit. The teacher hardly intervened, and if anything, she yelled at me to focus on my own work. The so-called work which she demanded I focus was simple math problems in a book especially designed for intellectually disabled students. On this particular day, it was a rainy Thursday afternoon. I opened my book to the heading and tried to tune out Ben and Tim's Bullshit! The heading I read said: "Ten Simple Math Problems for Beginners."
"Problems being the operative word," I thought angrily!
As I worked through them, I thought about how everything else had been going. Nohea and I got to see one another only for lunch breaks. A couple of times when we touched hands, attempting to be covert, Mr. Heins saw us walking pass the lockers earlier this current week. It was Monday afternoon when we were on our way to lunch. He yelled at us to not do that again.
"We touched hands!" Nohea said sharply. "We didn't put on a feature-length porno right here for all to see!"
"Weeks detention," Heins shot back.
"Whatever!" Nohea yelled back.
I squeezed Nohea's hand to attempt to get him to leave it.
"I saw that," Heins shouted. "You'll serve lunch-time detention starting all next week, as well as after-school detention. If I see it again, you'll serve IN-School Suspension for the next month!"
In short, things were complete shit at this point. When my parents were called, they demanded that I be allowed to use my phone so that they could video chat with me. Sitting in the outer office that led into Mr. Heins, I waited for the call to go through.
Once my mom and dad were on the phone, they let me know they received Mr. Heins's E-mail regarding our punishments. I explained what went on, and my mom had that tight look on her face she got just before she gave someone a piece of her mind.
"Oh, so it's In-School Suspension if you guys try to be yourselves, huh?" she said, voice sharp with rage. "Not if I have a god-damn thing to say about it. I think it's time I let this Heins Bastard know who's in charge!"
We ended the call, and I placed my phone back in my bag. Just then Heins came out of his office.
"Well, that Heins Bastard, huh?" he said voice sharp with anger. "I see where you get your rebellious behavior from."
He stood before me, and as he spoke his face was hard, and now a mean smile spread across his thick ugly lips.
"I figured you'd be trouble the minute I saw you," he said, voice quiet and dark with what I could only describe as hate. "I especially knew it given the kind of people you live with. I find it very fascinating, the paring of white, disabled low-intelligence gay perverts like you, with uppity loud-mouth "Black Woman"."
He said that last part with complete acid and contempt, and I began typing as rage flooded me!
"You have no fucking right to say that about my mother!" I said eyes staring daggers into his.
"Okay," he said stepping back fists clenched at his hips. "You'll be in In-School Suspension through the middle of November for that little smart-ass comment."
I continued staring at him attempting to communicate what I couldn't say in words.
"Fuck You, you piece of Shit!" the message was supposed to be!
He clearly got it, and his face grew dark-red.
"You get that god-damn look off your face right now!" he growled. "If you're pissed at anyone, it should be at yourself. If you're angry, then you should have thought about that before you decided to use this school as a dating service for you and your pervert gay lover. I'm doing my job, and if you don't like it, then that's too bad. You should have thought about that as well, before you mouthed off to me just now."
I looked down attempting to hide my face. I was still angry, but I was also feeling afraid. This Bastard was truly scaring me now, and his reaction definitely wasn't normal! I would definitely be looking him up sometime that week! I continued sitting there on that Monday afternoon waiting for my mom to show up, and Heins stood there for another moment.
"Don't think for a god-damn second your black Welfare Queen mother is going to save you," Heins said hatefully. "I've dealt with Inner-City Low-Lifes like her for the last ten years I've been in the education system. They never got me under their boot, and that shrieking Mammy of yours isn't about to start now."
Turning around, he returned to his office leaving me sitting there. I stared as he entered the room, and I focused on his back. I remember thinking in pure clarity at that moment that I could have cheerfully shot that Cock Sucker right then and there!
My mom came a few minutes later, and the up-shot was that, true to his word, she wasn't able to beat Heins. He ended the meeting standing and bent over the desk just inches from her face. Jabbing his finger in her face, he loudly let her know that he was in charge here, and that no Inner-City Welfare Queen playing Mammy to some Mute disabled kid with little intelligence was going to run his office or school for him!
She let him know that he sure as hell was going to hear from our attorney, and he told her to bring it on, but until that happened nothing was changing! Since it was almost a minute until the end of the last class of the day, my mom took my hand, and said we were leaving now. I got up as quick as I could, and we exited the building as quickly as possible, ignoring Hein's voice yelling that I had After-School Detention to serve.
I was brought back to that Thursday afternoon, and when I looked at the clock up on the wall, I was relieved that it was almost time for school to be let out. We tried all that week to get the detention lifted, but no luck. I told my mom and dad I'd serve it. I went on to say that I didn't want to cause any further issues. I said that hopefully, when we got some sort of legal professional to help, then maybe we could start actually fighting back. My mom wasn't kidding about Heins and his crew hearing from our attorney, but the above-mentioned professional was out on business in another part of the city, and wouldn't be back until the following week.
It was now almost 4:00 P.M. as the detention ended. I got up, and went outside to sit on the bench. Once outside, I heard my phone vibrate. Checking the notifications, I saw that it was a message from Nohea. He let me know that he was on his way out from being released from his detention. It should go without saying that they had us in separate rooms.
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Nohea
I walked out to meet Pietro on the bench where we had been meeting at for the last several days, while waiting for my dad to pick us up. There were a couple of times when Pietro's family would get us instead, but either way, it was a relief when we got in the car and went back to either Pietro's or my house for the evening!
I couldn't believe that school had changed as drastically as it had in only a couple of weeks. Heins was a total Bastard, and his anger was really scaring me. It wasn't fun when he yelled at Pietro and I when our hands touched a couple of days ago, but earlier yesterday morning, I texted Pietro while standing at my locker. I typed a Red Heart at the end of the message, then double-tapped the Send Button. Locking the phone, I put it back in my bag, then heard someone behind me.
"Mr. Swanson, when you're ready to stop being in Dream Land with your gay pervert and would care to join us back here at school, then please let me know." It was Mr. Heins and his voice was mocking and extremely sarcastic.
"Class hasn't even begun yet," I said looking directly at him. "It's only a couple of minutes before 8:00 A.M."
Heins stepped closer, and got close enough so that I had to step back a few steps. At that point, there was nowhere else to go because I was backed up against the lockers. Heins moved his face just inches from my own, and his tone was dark and threatening!
"It's just before 8:00 A.M. is it?" he said voice even darker now. "Really? So what are you trying to say Mr. Swanson? What, that I don't know what time it is? Is that what you're trying to say?"
"No," I said truly getting scared now. "What's your problem anyway!"
He leaned even closer now, and my head leaned against the locker door. Any closer, and one looking from a distance would have thought that the Bastard was going to lean in and kiss me.
"You and perverts like your disabled and retarded friend are my problem Swanson," Heins growled. "I don't care what the world says these days, and don't think that just because I'm not some old Bastard in my 70s, that I'm here to be your damn friend and tell you whatever feel-good Bullshit you want to hear. You're here to learn, not to push your Gay Agenda on other kids. You really don't think that holding hands in front of everyone and making fools out of yourselves isn't making other kids think it's okay to be gay perverts with each other? Well, let me tell you something! It's not alright! Nothing about it is okay at all! But hey, if you want to grow up and slide into the Gay Community so you can have sex with whatever AIDS-Infected gay boy you can find, then you go right ahead and do that. I'm not here to help you do it though, and I'm old-school, no pun intended. I don't go for all that gay Bullshit, not at all. Face it Swanson, not everyone below the age of 50 is your friend, or enabler. Or whatever the hell you think us idiot adults are supposed to be for you."
He immediately stepped away, then continued.
"I won't put up with any shit from you, not a single time. You got that?"
I was shocked! Even the teachers at the School for the Blind hadn't been this cruel! I didn't trust my voice at that moment, for I was close to tears, both tears of rage, and of hurt! I nodded my head, then he stepped back a few more inches.
"You better!" he said sharply before turning and walking away.
I cleared those thoughts from my mind as I sat down next to Pietro. We said hi to each other, careful not to touch. I even made sure that we were sitting at opposite sides close to our respective edges of the seat. I hated this, and I could tell that Pietro felt the same way. Fortunately though, we didn't have to wait long. Just then, I heard the familiar sound of Dad's car pulling up!
Standing up, I waited for Pietro. He walked beside me, and we got in the car as quickly as we could! I couldn't wait to get home!
Once back home, Pietro and I went immediately to my room. Triston wouldn't be home for another 20 minutes, since he and Aunt Beth went out for ice cream. Just then I heard my phone chime. Checking the notifications, I saw it was a text sent from Alex, and Aiden had been copied in on it.
They asked about coming over, and that they had been hearing about what had happened. Pietro and I asked Dad, and he agreed. I let them know, and in about ten minutes they were knocking at my front door.
Stepping aside, I waited as they came in, and sat down on the edge of my bed to Pietro's right. I reclaimed my seat to Pietro's left after closing the door.
"So what exactly is going on?" Alex asked. "From the little we've heard, that Heins guy is a fucking Hell Raiser!"
I told them everything with Pietro adding a few details.
"They reassigned you to Special Ed classes!" Aiden asked, but it was more a horrified statement than anything. "Can he actually do that?"
"He was able to clear it," Pietro answered. "Apparently my having a few issues understanding Math problems was enough to get me switched."
"Bullshit!" Aiden all but snarled. "Given what Heins has been saying to both of you, I think we all know why he did it!"
"There's no question for me either," Alex added.
"I figured that his transferring Pietro had to do with further keeping us separated," I said. "Pietro's Math issues had already been addressed last year, so I had a strong feeling that Hein's decision to move Pietro was Bullshit. That had far more to do with Heins imposing his authority on us as a couple, and less to do with further addressing Pietro's problems with the subject of Math."
We went on to tell Alex and Aiden about the issues Tim and Ben had given Pietro in his Math Class. They were both disgusted, and Alex went to retrieve his bag.
"Sorry, I should have probably shown you guys this right when we got here," Alex said as he unfolded a piece of paper. "I was able to get a copy of this early since I was near Heins's office a couple of hours ago. You guys should get yours tomorrow sometime. I don't think this is going to make either of you feel any better."
"What?" Pietro asked then took my hand holding it tightly.
Alex began reading, and my disbelief, surprise, anger and fear strengthened even more than they already had been!
"Attention to all Staff, Students and Parents," Alex began. "Due to the complaints of several parents, three of whom are on the School Board, there will be some changes coming to Sangger High. These changes concern the dating statuses of students who are of the LGBT Life Style. In case some don't know, I'm referring to the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Community. The above-documented parents have concerns that attempts are being made by certain students of this unhealthy life style to recruit other far more impressionable kids into this perverted group.
Specifically, Nohea Swanson and Pietro Roberts are the two involved in a gay relationship. They've been seen on multiple occasions holding hands around the halls, kissing in a way that can be described only as being extremely explicit and showing little regard for who sees them. Such behavior heavily suggests attempts at recruitment. While we do try to allow for the freedom of expression for students within reason, we simply can not and will not allow that acceptance to extend itself to allowing for sexually inappropriate behavior that could corrupt the morals of their fellow students.
Should anyone see Swanson and Roberts acting out in this manner, please stop them, and call them out for what they're doing. Above all though, any and all incidents must be reported to me immediately in order so that I can take the appropriate actions against either of them.
We must keep this educational institution as a safe place for the learning needs and intellectual needs of all students. This place will, under no circumstances, be used as a breeding ground for sexual perversion. To that end, all students who are within, or appear to be within gay relationships will be given a week's worth of detention. A second week will be added should another infraction occur. Next, any and all LGBT-related after-school activities are here by canceled permanently effectively immediately beginning today, Thursday, September 14, 2024. This includes any and all Gay Straight Alliance meetings both currently and subsequently scheduled. This also includes any and all dances that are intentionally inclusive of LGBT students.
These rules are non-negotiable, and will be enforced at all times with no exceptions. Any and all students attempting to break said rules as outlined will be given a warning for the first infraction. The second infraction will result in a month's detention. A third violation will result in In-School Suspension for the rest of the year, and up to expulsion. This school's administration thanks any and all staff, students and parents for your cooperation in this matter."
Sincerely, Karl Heins School Principal
No one spoke for a moment. Alex was busy on his phone, and Pietro and I looked at each other for a long moment. I couldn't believe this. It was if some evil had flooded into our school, as well as into our lives. I hadn't even seen it coming, and it seemed that no one else had either! I tightened my grip on Pietro's hand, and waited for someone to say something.
Alex put away his phone, and let us know that he had screen-shot the paper. He went on to say that he sent copies to his parents, Aunt Beth for Aiden's behalf then to mine and Pietro's parents as well.
"Thank you," I said feeling somewhat relieved.
"You're welcome," he answered. "This is Bullshit, and what scares the fuck out of me is how the Bastard just outed the two of you like that. He hasn't gone after Aiden and I, because we still aren't out to too many kids at the school, and of the ones to whom we are out, we know we can trust. Still though, up until just days ago, you and Pietro were out to basically the whole school without any fear of danger."
Suddenly I heard a raised voice from downstairs coming from the kitchen. We all listened intently.
"No, you listen to me you Bastard!" the voice roared low and threatening, but still loud enough to carry.
It was my dad, and I couldn't believe it!
"Holy shit," Aiden exclaimed just above a whisper.
"I've never heard him this angry," I said matching Aiden's volume of speech.
"Yeah right!" My dad went on voice still full of rage and getting even louder now! "You obviously don't know who the fuck I am! I could take you out in a god-damn minute and you can fucking believe that!"
The rest was cut off as he walked away from the kitchen for a moment, then he was back.
"Then you had the nerve to out my son and his boyfriend like that without their consent and permission!" Dad went on. "No, it doesn't fucking matter! There are new students who've since come to that school, and you don't know if they would be accepting or not! Even if they were, Nohea and Pietro's being gay and in a relationship is their fucking story to tell, not yours!"
"Fuck, he sounds like he could kill someone!" Pietro said making sure that the volume of his device was low.
"Oh, shut up, you Bastard!" my dad bellowed into the phone! "You're nothing but pure shit and you deserve to die!"
"Oh my god," I said, now truly fearing that my dad might go and do something that could make things worse.
I heard a bang on the kitchen table, and I figured that it was him slamming down his phone. Just then I heard the front door unlock and open. I could hear Aunt Beth talking, and Triston was running towards the stairs.
Once up where we were, I heard Triston tap on the door knob, and I opened the door. He came in and we all greeted him. I could sense he was worried. He knew most of what was happening to Pietro and I at school. He would say from time to time that he hoped that we would be alright. I tried to reassure him that we would be, but given what we learned from what Alex read off to us a few minutes before, I wasn't sure just how well I'd be able to keep that promise.
Triston sat down to my left, and we all worked to talk about other things to get our minds off of what was going on. I wanted us all to have a nice evening in spite of the fucked-up shit happening at the school.
Author's Notes
I know that this chapter was probably disturbing to read, probably more than the last. I can imagine you're all most likely worried about what will happen to the boys. You'll see how things turn out in the next chapter, so keep an eye out for that. I hope you like how everything is handled.
All that being said, I hope you're all doing well, and having a good evening. I'll see everyone in Chapter Eight.