Page 48 of Michael's Awakening
The rest of the day flew by in a blur. When I wasn’t busy helping a customer, I thought of Michael and how excited I was to get off work to see him again. My ass ached, but in the best way possible. Every move I made was just a reminder that Michael had been there. Before I went in to work, Michael and I had made love right there on the kitchen table– as well as in the shower afterward, almost making me late for work. Now that the barriers he had placed between us had been removed, our sexual appetite for each other was unstoppable.
Is it time to leave yet?My inner bitch whined. He was a needy little thing.
Kaylee had a family function she had to go to, so I was closing by myself that night. There were three other girls that worked at the shop, but they all left at eight o’clock, so I was there by myself for about another two hours.
When the clock hit nine-thirty, I locked the doors and closed up shop. Employees had their own parking in the back of the building, so my car was the only one out there. Exiting through the back door, I shivered and clung to my jacket as the cold air hit me. I hated winter. Sure, the outfits and coats were adorable, but I loved the warmth. And it technically wasn’t even winter yet, not for another month.
Approaching my car, I gasped.
My entire windshield was busted, along with my rear-view mirrors and side windows, as if a baseball bat had been taken to them. Shattered glass was everywhere and it looked like my tires were slashed as well. Large dents marred the hood of my car and I walked closer to inspect the rest of the damage. With my heart beating rapidly in my chest, I froze as I saw what was written in spray paint on the driver’s side door.
Fags burn in Hell.
Bile rose in my throat and I lurched forward, unable to hold it down. Wiping off my mouth, I looked back at the message and angry tears streamed down my face. How could people be so cruel? With a shaking hand, I pulled out my phone and called Michael. I didn’t know what else to do. There was no way I could drive home with my car in this condition.
“Hey, Angel,” Michael answered with a light tone. “How was work?”
“Michael.” My voice shook. “Something happened. I...” I broke off from the sentence and busted into a fit of tears and heavy sobs.
“Gabriel?” He sounded panicked. “What the fuck happened? Where are you?” I heard rustling on the other end of the phone and then the sound of a car door slamming, followed by an engine revving. “Angel, talk to me.” He was trying to sound calm, but I could hear the stress behind his words. “Are you okay?”
“I’m in the parking lot at work. I’m not hurt. But I’m not okay,” I answered between gasps. “Someone destroyed my car. Why would they do that? Why can’t they just leave me alone?”
I clutched my stomach with one hand as my cries became hysterical. The more I tried to calm myself, the more distraught I became.
“Gabriel, listen to me.” Michael’s voice was deep and commanding. “I want you to go back into the shop and stay there until I get there. Understand? I’m on my way.”
Nodding my head, even though he couldn’t see me, I turned around and hurried to the backdoor. After I unlocked it and entered the shop, I slid down the wall and sat in the floor as more tears fell from my eyes. I tried to control myself, but the injustice of the situation shattered my heart.
That person didn’t even know me, so what gave them the right to pass judgment?
I didn’t care what anyone else said, homosexuality wasnotwrong. Loving someone is a beautiful thing, not something that should be discriminated against. If it really was a sin, then who was to say that it’s a greater sin than hate or violence? I didn’t know a lot about the gospels of Christianity, but I’d like to believe that no God would approve of that type of behavior in his name.
Who I fell in love with was out of my control, I didn’t choose to be gay. There was no choice.
However, intolerance and bigotrywasa choice.
Out of all the religions I have come across, whether it be Christianity, Buddhism, or Islam, all of them taught and preached the same thing: to love and to spread peace. Not to judge and spread hate. So why did some people think that it was alright to be cruel and detestable in the name of a religion that was supposed to teach the exact opposite?
I didn’t understand it. Not one bit.
“Baby?” Michael’s voice startled me. I forgot I was still on the phone with him.
“I’m inside now.” I had finally managed to calm myself down.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon. I love you.”
“Love you too.” I hung up the phone and stared down at my hands, feeling numb.
