The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Chapter Eight
Nohea
I can imagine that you're probably wondering why we all kept going back to school during that time, and why we didn't try to stay home instead. Pietro and I had talked about that a few times amongst ourselves, but decided to try and keep going for a little while longer. Having the support of our respective families helped as well. It was getting more and more difficult to go every day, and I was starting to get increasingly more concerned that something truly bad might happen.
I thought about this as I got ready for school the next morning. We were all hanging out the night before when Alex read the E-mail from Heins that really disturbed us all. We then talked with our families over a Facetime call after we had dinner, and all of us let them know that we would go to school the next day. We also let them know that we would call them if anything started to go wrong. With that, we ended the call, and I went to bed shortly after Pietro left to go back home.
Returning to that Tuesday morning, I finished breakfast then said goodbye to Triston as his worker took him to school. Dad drove me to school, and I said goodbye to him as I walked to the steps where Pietro waited for me. We headed into the building careful not to make any physical contact with one another. We kept that up as we headed down the hall to our lockers.
"Hey, it's the two Fags," Tim called out. Pietro had let me know it was him as we neared our lockers.
"You guys got a steamy hot sex show to put on for us?" Ben, Tim's friend called out.
Pietro was quick to point him out to me as well.
"Mind your own fucking business!" I shot back as I opened my locker.
Suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind, and I heard Pietro falling to the ground before he was picked up. I then felt more than heard the thud as he was slammed up against the lockers.
"Let him go!" I yelled, then jerked hard enough to break free of Tim.
"You're not going anywhere you fucking Faggot!" Tim growled, grabbing hold of me again.
I shoved out at him, and he lost his footing for a moment, but then regained it. I then felt pain explode in my lower jaw, then he was raining blows down on my face. I unfortunately heard Pietro getting the same treatment, then someone began yelling loudly.
"Alright, break it up!" Heins yelled.
Tim was grabbed and pulled off of me, and I moved over to where Pietro was.
"You're not getting anywhere near him," Heins shouted as I was grabbed and my hands were twisted painfully behind my back.
"I'm Officer Sanders, the School Resource Officer," Sanders said.
I had seen him around the school a few times, and he did seem rather withdrawn. Now I was getting an up-close experience of his authority, and it was frightening to say the least.
"You're under arrest for fighting on school grounds," he said loudly then he jerked me to my feet.
Another officer was basically doing the same to Pietro.
"They started the whole thing!" I yelled. "It's Tim and Ben, they started taunting us! They also threw the first punches."
"If they felt they had to defend themselves, then I can understand," Heins said.
"You guys have been trouble for a long time," Sanders said. "That damn principal from last year took up for you and your mute retard gay lover so much that I couldn't really do anything. That's over now though, and I finally have all the authority I need to put the two of you in your place."
"Fuck you!" I yelled attempting to break free of the cuffs.
Suddenly I felt pain in the right side of my chest, and it wasn't like any pain I had ever felt before!
"I'll zap you again if you act like that one more time you little punk!" Sanders yelled.
Pietro and I were taken quickly to two waiting patrol cars, and before I could comprehend what was happening, we were down at the police station being booked, fingerprinted then our pictures taken. Finally, we were both put in a holding cell after making sure they knew we weren't about to say anything.
"Your families will be here soon to get you," Sanders said as he backed away from the cell. "I hope you two like it here, because unless they can get you guys off from this, then you'll be in a cell like this for a long time."
I heard his footsteps walking away, and Pietro had hold of my hand tighter than ever before. His device was locked up with the rest of our possessions, so him typing was out. Clearly it was back to the old way of communicating.
"Pietro pressed up against me, and I held him tightly for a moment.
"I know," I said, practically sensing what he was trying to communicate. "I can't believe we're here either. This is so fucked up. I don't know what else to say right now."
Pietro held me as tightly as I was holding him, and we just sat there doing the best we could to ignore the sounds around us. Soon a guard came up to the door of our cell, letting us know that our families as well as two attorneys were here.
Once in the interrogation room, we all sat there with both of us attempting to explain what had happened at the school earlier that morning.
"So, you and your gay lover were making trouble like usual," Officer Sanders shot back.
"Don't answer that," Mr. Pearce, one of the two attorneys, instructed.
The other attorney was Mr. Edwards, and he cut in as many times as he could without the police charging him with Obstruction of Justice. Justice, that actually sounds funny if you take it out of the context of the terrifying situation in which we were trapped at the time.
"Our client's have nothing more to say," Mr. Edwards, the older of the two said, and his voice could have turned every pit of Hell into a frozen landscape colder than the winter forests of Norway.
Once at the court house, we sat before the Judge whose name was Judge Smith. He looked over everything, then spoke to me first.
"So Nohea, I understand that your side of the story is that these two other students, Tim Iverson and Ben Hutchens, were the two who instigated everything that occurred this morning?"
"Yes, Your Honor," I replied. "They said the anti-LGBT things starting out, as well as made the first physical contact with us that was aggressive."
He asked a few more questions, then listened as Tim and Ben's attorneys began what I figured was going to be their character assassination of us, and I was right.
"Your Honor," their attorney Mr. Black began. "Nohea Swanson and Pietro Roberts have flaunted their gay life style around this school for most of last year, and would have continued on with it this year had Karl Heins not taken over as school principal! He was just trying to clean up the perverted activities going on at the school, and get it back to an institution of learning completely free of the Woke nonsense so popular these days. Mr. Heins did after all say in his E-mail from yesterday that anyone who sees any kids engaging in gay interactions should tell a teacher, or stop them if they can't find a teacher or administrator right?"
"My understanding is that Nohea and Pietro were quite a distance apart from each other as they walked into the school, and they were opening up their lockers when everything got violent," Judge Smith answered. "Also, I do have footage from the school cameras that are directly focused on the entrance of the school, as well as on the hallway in which Nohea and Pietro's lockers are located. I watched the footage before I came into this court room to talk with all of you."
"But Your Honor," Mr. Black interrupted.
"But nothing!" Smith shouted banging his gavel hard just once on the desk. "As I was saying."
"Your Honor, that school needs to be free of all the Woke crap they teach about," Mr. Black went on.
Now it was several bangs on the desk with the gavel.
"Mr. Black," Smith said low and threatening. "I'm the one speaking now, and I will continue speaking. I can speak for the rest of this day until sunset if I so choose. Now, if you interrupt me one more god-damn time, then I will hold you, Officer Sanders, and anyone else connected to this freak show in Contempt of Court for the next six months if not longer. Do you understand me, Counselor?"
"I understand," Black answered softly, and I was pleased to hear fear in his voice now.
"Good, now you used the word "Woke" a couple of times," Smith went on. "To what are you referring when you use that term?"
"I'm talking about how schools these days always have to be talking about all this gay stuff, and not actually things like History, Math and the usual stuff we learned in school back when we were young," Mr. Black replied.
"Well, I guess I believe in all that as you call it, "Woke Crap", because I have three grandchildren," Smith went on, voice full of rage and growing even hotter as his temper increased. "Two of which are girls, and they're both happy in the relationships they're in with their respective girlfriends. The third is a boy, and he transitioned three years ago. Trenton is much happier now, but when he was being bullied at his school, he attempted suicide several times until, with the help of me and his parents, we got him out of that school. He could have died, and it's all because of people like your Mr. Heins and other bullies and creeps like you who continuously try to play God!
Like I was saying a moment ago, I saw the footage, as well as read several reports from other teachers. None of it supports Mr. Heins and his views of Nohea and Pietro, not one detail at all! This case is dismissed!"
One more bang of the gavel, and we were all standing and thanking the judge. As we began walking out of the room, Karl Heins brushed passed me, and I heard what sounded like someone being grabbed.
"Just where do you think you're going?" a low hate-filled voice growled, and I was shocked to realize that that voice belonged to my dad. "Judge Smith might be done with you, but I'm not. You'll pay for what you did! You almost got our kids killed today, and you will pay! I'll make sure of that! You think you can just fuck around with me, and with my loved ones! There will be absolute hell for you to pay Karl! God damn you to Hell, I'll see to it that you fucking suffer!"
Immediately shoving Heins away from him, my dad got back beside Pietro and I, and we continued walking. We got outside of the court house, and Heins came up to us.
"You guys still have the rest of the school day to finish out," he said attempting to reestablish his authority.
"They don't have shit to finish out," Dad said, getting right up in Heins's face. "Now I'm telling you for the last time to get away from us, and get away from my boy and his boyfriend! This is the last fucking time I ask! If I have to repeat myself, then I'll go out to the trunk of my car and return to talk with you, but this time with my two assistants by the names of Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson. Do you fucking understand me you Anti-Gay sack of shit!"
"Okay, I'll go!" Heins said backing away as quick as he could without falling on his ass.
"Wait," I said walking towards him, and backing him up against the wall where I hoped was out of view of the other people on the street.
"What is it?" he said attempting a sneer.
In answer, I drew back my fist, tensing up my whole body so as not to lose my nerve. With all the force I could muster, I delivered a crushing blow to Karl Hein's lower jaw. There was a sickening crunch, and my hand went numb!
"That was for almost getting us killed today you Bastard!" I growled in his face. "I don't know if my dad was serious about blowing you the fuck away just a moment ago, but if I ever see you again, and if you fuck with anyone else as you did with Pietro and I, then I will send you straight to Hell, no Mother-Fucking questions asked, not one!"
I turned quickly, and we left the court house as Heins knelt on the ground sobbing and calling 9-11 on his phone.
"Good luck you Bastard," I thought as we walked to the car.
Entering the car, I felt the first swelling in my right hand where I smashed my fist into Heins's jaw. I didn't feel bad about it either, and knew that if given a chance I'd do it again if it meant defending myself and those I loved!
Starting the car, Dad drove off and it was at that point when I began to get unhappy mutterings from the areas of my body Tim and Ben punched earlier. My dad let us know as we eased into traffic that we would be going to the hospital so Pietro and I could get checked out. That was the last place I wanted to go, but my lower jaw and the other places were starting to hurt more now. Pietro let us know that he was in some pain as well.
"We're almost there," Dad said.
Fortunately, we didn't have to wait too long to be seen. As we waited in the waiting room, Dad called Aunt Beth and he made sure that she heard about what had happened. She said she'd be at the house soon, and would meet us there, unless we wanted her here at the hospital. Dad said that we would just meet her at home.
After he finished up, Pietro and I were brought back to an exam room and looked over. They also did CT scans on both of us, and it was after that when we were allowed to get back into our street clothes again.
Once the doctor returned, he let us know that nothing was broken, and there were no concussions nor any bleeding in either one of our brains. After giving us both something for swelling and pain, Dad took us home. As we pulled in, Pietro's family pulled in soon after. Aunt Beth was already there, and as we got into the house, Dad called Triston's school, letting them know that he would be there to get him in a few minutes.
We had a small lunch as we all waited for Dad to come back with Triston. Once he was back, and our dishes cleaned up, all of us gathered in the living room. Dad filled in Pietro's family, then after they all went out in the hall for a moment, I waited for them to return. They all eventually came back into the room after a couple of minutes, then Pietro's mom spoke.
"Nohea, your dad and I along with Bryan have talked," she said.
"What happened today could have turned out worse than it did," Bryan added.
"We want you to know that you guys aren't in trouble with us for anything," Dad said. "This is all on that Heins bastard, and those connected to him. Bryan and Amy are correct also when they say that this could have been a whole lot worse today. In light of all that happened today, along with what's already happened, you and Pietro won't be returning to Sangger High."
"They might be able to replace Heins," Amy said. "Even if they do, there's still the three parents on the school board who bitched and moaned enough which got us all in this mess in the first place when the principal from last year had been made to resign."
"So, they could possibly bring in a replacement for Heins who could be far worse," Bryan added. "I'm not going to sit on my hands and hope that his replacement will be better than him."
"Neither am I," Amy responded.
At that point, the conversation was interrupted when Dad, Bryan and Amy's phones chimed seconds after one another with in-coming texts. They read them, then Dad spoke.
"That was Alex's parents," Dad said. "They're in agreement that Alex won't be going back to that school either."
"Neither will Aiden," Beth said. "If you're all wondering where he is now, he and Alex are being picked up by Alex's mom, and they'll be at Alex's house for the rest of the day. They may want to come over here at some point later this afternoon or evening to see you guys."
"That would be good," Dad replied.
"I'd really love that," I said.
"Needless to say, we don't have a plan as to what your education is going to look like going forward," Dad went on. "That being said though, we'll all work together to get all of you into a school or alternative educational setting where you'll get the education you need, as well as have your safety respected."
Pietro and I hugged all of them, as well as thanked them. I knew that other parents wouldn't have been this attentive, and I was truly grateful that Bryan, Amy, Beth and Dad were! After separating, I excused myself to go lay down, and Pietro joined me. Triston began walking quickly to catch up with us. We both got on either side of him, and we all went into my room where Triston sat down in the chair across from our bed. Pietro and I got our shoes and socks off, then lay down wrapping our arms around each other. We both were asleep within a few minutes, and I could hear that Triston had fallen asleep as well. I was glad that we were all there, and safe once again.
Author's Notes
So now you see that Nohea and Pietro's educational environment will be changing, as well as that of Aiden and Alex. You'll get to see how that goes in the next chapter. You'll also see a couple of changes happen for David. I hope you like how that turns out as well.
Having said all that, I hope you're all doing well, and having a good evening. I'll see everyone in Chapter Nine.