All That Was
"He has been hurt really bad", mumbled God All Mighty as St. Peter stood by his side.
"I know, My Lord, but it would go against all of our principles. And besides, what would we tell others? What about the consequences of such an act?" replied St. Peter in a very grave tone.
"I don't care!! It is HIM we're talking about!" God shouted back and continued in a calmer voice, "I apologize, but think about the consequences if we don't do anything."
"Whatever you wish, Sire, whatever you wish", St. Peter sighed in resignation.
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Meanwhile, oblivious to the hell he created in heaven, Ryan James Henderson lay on his bed, crying his heart out.
‘Why? Why? WHY?!! Why me? What did I do to deserve this?' were his thoughts. He cursed the day he was born. He cursed the family he was born to. He cursed every fucking thing in this universe that had hurt him some way or the other.
It all started back when he was twelve. Hitting puberty, he knew he was different. He couldn't put what it was, but he knew. While everyone was chasing girls, including him; he checked out boys too. At first, it freaked him out. Living in a small town with a dysfunctional family can do that to you. By the time he was fourteen, he accepted the fact that he was gay. Not that anybody could have guessed. He was just an average kind of guy. Standing at 5'8 and 150 lbs, he had what you call an athletic build. He was a good student and played soccer and badminton.
It was at this time that the situation at home got so bad that he was sent to a boarding school in Newford. You see, Ryan's father was an alcoholic and his mother, a workaholic. Not a very good combination, huh!
So, a small town boy moved to a big city - to new friends, to a new life - away from the hellhole they called home.
His first day at Newford High, Ryan was a nervous wreck. He was going to such a big school for the first time. He knew, from his relatives, that the people at this school would be rich, snobbish and arrogant.
He walked up to the reception and a middle-aged woman greeted him with a pleasant smile.
"Uh...I'm Ryan Henderson and I just transferred here," he told the receptionist.
He was momentarily distracted by a pair of bluish green eyes staring at him. When he looked in that direction, he gasped, for his eyes fell on the most handsome boy he had ever seen in his whole life. He felt something else fall too - himself - head over heels over the Adonis.
"I said, your classes start in 5 minutes. You better hurry. Here's your schedule and your first class is right down the hall."
"STEVE?" She called to a scrawny looking boy who was just passing by.
"Yes Mrs. Jones?" he asked stopping at the desk.
"Please escort Mr. Henderson here to his locker. What class do you have now?"
"Good, he has the same, so you can also escort him to his class and introduce him to Mr. Bryce. Right?"
"Sure, Mrs. J" He turned towards Ryan. Ryan gave him one look-over and appreciated what he saw. This kid was not squarely built, he was just ok. He had brown eyes and was shorter than Ryan by about an inch. All in all, quite cute.
"Hi, I'm Steve Martin, you new here?"
"Yeah, I'm Ryan. Ryan Henderson."
"C'mon dude, we'll be late for class." With that he started walking down the hallway towards the lockers.
Ryan took a last look in the direction where he saw that guy with blue-green eyes, hoping to get another glimpse of him. He wasn't there and the disappointment showed on Ryan's face. He followed Steve to the lockers and kept his backpack in his own once Steve showed him the correct one. The rest of his stuff was being sent directly to his dorm by his parents.
He followed Steve to his class. While Ryan was not a straight A student, he still managed to get good grades. But the subject he hated the most was History. What was the point of learning facts and dates when you could always look them up in books, ain't it?
Ryan went up to Mr. Bryce and introduced himself. The latter acknowledging his presence, announced to the class, "Children, this is Ryan James Henderson. He is new here and I expect all of you to be good to him." "Ryan, you may take your seat."
While Mr. Bryce was speaking, Ryan was busy scanning the class. His heart skipped a beat when he realized he was staring at a very familiar set of blue-green eyes. He didn't know how long he stood like that but Mr. Bryce's voice brought him back to reality.
"Ryan, I asked you to take a seat and sit down," said Mr. Bryce a little bit too sternly.
Embarrassed and blushing Ryan looked for a seat and realized that the only one free was the one next to HIM right at the back of the class.
‘This is going to be a long day,' were his last thoughts before he joined the blue-green eyed guy and turned to pay attention to the class.