“Hey fags! You two are fags right? One white fag and one yellow fag.”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Peter don’t…”
“Peter…don’t.”
“We’re brothers. Just leave us alone.”
“Brothers?” Laughter. “Look more like sisters to me.”
“Wait, we want a date with Petey and Chinky…”Fighting with Adam as they walked to his Jeep, that was annoyance. Aggravation at
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When did this happen, Peter?
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...did anything happen to those shlekhtim?
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*chews his bottom lip*
I ah, I was in the hospital for three weeks. Not that I remember any of it. Subdural hematoma, I was in a coma. Black eye, fractured cheekbone...I'm still wearing a leg brace if I'm going to be on my feet for any length of time. My knee's pretty jacked up. But I'm okay.
And no. Police never found the guys who did it.
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*voice softens slightly* I'm sorry Peter. I've been there a time or two, though never to the point of getting the shite beaten out of me myself. There never are any words for something that should never happen.
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Better me than Adam, that's all I can really say about it. He's sixteen, he doesn't always think. Okay, he never thinks before opening his mouth. But he's my little brother.
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*scrubs a hand over his face just thinking about it*
He was standing there in the middle of the street yelling about the fact that I was dating both Adele Congreve and her brother because I didn't want our grandfather to know that I'm gay and...never mind. With or without homophobic bastards out for blood, the whole situation was a disaster.
*gives Rory a look of sympathy*
How'd they take that?
*his own coming out was another matter of emotional distress compounded by the loss of his brother and therefore a very touchy subject*
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Peter ..
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