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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 11 [Okay, I have to call off the competition about who guesses what happens in this chapter as I was convinced to do something else. I planned this to be the last chapter but the whole BSH, it seems, cried out in despair, so I'll go on for a bit. But just a bit. I'm eager to get to the sequel of this with Brian at Goldsmiths.] Luxemburger Queen 11: Jealousy Brian came home at last, a lot later than he'd planned. The short meeting had extended to full-grown petting lasting quite a long time. The result was a very obvious smudge on one of the dresses lying around in the room, but Frank had said that he'd take it home to wash and dry it and that he'd put it back to its place the next day, so hopefully there was nothing to worry about. The sun was already very low in the sky. Dinner was probably over. Brian sighed and fumbled with his key, already picturing the speech he'd get from his parents. Reluctantly, he opened the door at last, as silent as possible, but of course they'd waited for him, and the instance he closed the door his mother appeared. He sighed again. "Yes, Mom, I know I'm late and I'm sorry, and -" "Brian, do you have a relationship with this Frank?" she interrupted, pale as a white sheet, her eyes dark with wrath. Behind her, Mr Molko appeared, looking more earnest than ever, and that was almost impossible. Brian just felt the blood leaving his face. He suddenly felt dizzy. "What?" he gasped. His hands were shaking. Damn it, was he going to faint? "Mrs McGee called me some hours ago, she said -" "Who the fuck is Mrs McGee?" Brian interrupted his mother. To his surprise, she didn't even comment on his bad language. 'Shit, I'm in REALLY big trouble then,' he thought. His mother answered: "She's the mother of one of your classmates, Brian, who is very worried about what you and this Frank -" "CHRISTIAN!" Brian cried furiously and threw his school bag onto the floor. "That rotten little bastard, that little motherfucker, I KNEW it, I knew he was up to something, that slimy ratfaced son of a bitch!" The slap came so fast Brian didn't even have time to flinch. He stared at his mother who was staring back with a rage that Brian had never seen before. "So it IS true then!" she hissed. "Christian saw you two being together so often and got worried that -" "Mom!" "I'm not finished!" she shouted. "And I was really thinking you were practicing for your play or even doing homework, instead, you're... you've been..." "IS it true, Brian?" Mr Molko interrupted his wife's rant. Brian's mouth was dry. 'Well,' he thought sarcastically, 'you've been waiting for a chance to tell your parents the truth, haven't you?' But of course he wouldn't. He cleared his throat and looked straight at his father. "No, Dad, it's NOT true," he declared, surprised at how calm and sincere his voice sounded. "Christian's the biggest moron at school. In fact, he's the one that gave me the bruise the other week, remember? He was trying to steal money after gym class and I caught him doing it." He looked at his mother. "But I don't expect you to believe me. You usually pay more attention to strangers than to me anyway, so I'm used to that. But it's nice to see that you're not at all prejudiced against me and that you never judge before knowing how things really are!" Somehow he felt awful having said that. Here he was, accusing his mother when she was damn right to the spot, after all. So it wasn't an official relationship, but daily snogging certainly could be seen as an unofficial one, couldn't it? But then he was sick about her constantly reprimanding him. Let her deal with her bad conscience if possible. Mrs Molko looked at her son who stared at her icily. She threw a helpless glance to her husband. Mr Molko cleared his voice. "Look, Brian, we're just worried about you, and Frank is two years older, he might take advantage -" "Like Christian?" Brian snapped. "Really, you shouldn't be worrying about FRANK, he's a great clever guy reading all those old philosophers and playwrights while Christian tried to hit on me!" "WHAT?" gasped his mother, looking shocked. "Oh, just forget it, you two never get anything, this is a case of plain common jealousy, don't you see it? No, of course you don't! Fuck you two!" Brian hissed the last words and rushed to his room, slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside. He could hear his parents scrambling after him, knocking at the door and shouting for him to unlock, but he just sank onto his bed and buried his face in the pillow, trying to calm down. Damn it! Had he just really said all that stuff? The lie about Frank and him not being together, the truth about Christian 'getting too close to him', as his mother would phrase it? Judging by his parents' outrage, he had. Fuck! His mother was certainly going to call Christian's mother. That meant that Christian was doubtlessly going to kill him! The noise outside started to get on his nerves. "Tone it down, will you, I'm trying to learn for the History test on Friday!" he shouted. The effect was as expected. His mother exclaimed a last "you won't get away from talking to us that easily" and then their footsteps left. He sighed and threw himself around on the bed. More trouble to come. As if he didn't have enough of it already. Then a sudden shock ran through him like a flame. What if Christian's mother had also called Frank's parents? What if they had confronted Frank like his parents had done? WHAT IF HE HAD TOLD THEM THE TRUTH? He moaned. He had badgered Frank so badly about their relationship before that terrible fight. Of course they had made up. Of course they spent every possible minute with each other. Of course Brian had never again mentioned to have a public relationship. But Frank might just announce it anyway! Tears of panic began to rise in Brian's eyes. He was hyperventilating. God, please, Frank, don't be a moron, don't play tricks on me! Shakily, he got up and unlocked the door. He opened it just a bit and listened. He could hear the TV and his parents' voices. They seemed to be arguing about him in the living room. Good. He sneaked out of his room and into the kitchen, took the telephone off the hook and dialed Frank's number. Just when he was almost done dialing, he put the telephone back with shock. What IF Christian's mother had told Frank's parents, they had confronted him but he hadn't said a thing? What would it look like if only a few minutes afterwards Brian called him? Speak of pleading guilty! He stared at the telephone. But he needed to know! He took a deep breath and cleared his voice and dialed again. He could alter his voice. "Hi, I'm Dana, I'm in Frank's class, I have a question about our homework," he whispered in a high-pitched voice. Yupp, sounded like a girl's voice all right. Finally someone answered the phone with a short "Yeah". Brian almost cried out with relief. It was Frank. "Frank," he whispered, "it's me -" "Shh! Wait!" A moment of silence emerged. Then Frank spoke again. "Sorry, my Mom just passed me. Are you okay?" "Are you?" Brian anxiously asked back. "Christian -" "Yes, my parents too. You haven't told -" "Are you insane? Have you?" "Of course not!" whispered Frank with obvious relief. Both boys sighed. "So everything's okay then?" asked Frank. "Almost," said Brian. "I told them about the gym class stuff with Christian." "WHAT?" "It just came out of my mouth, I don't know how it happened!" Frank sighed. "Prepare to die." "I know." Brian suddenly heard a movement in the corridor. "Gotta go, see you tomorrow," he hissed, but couldn't hang up before adding a tonelessly breathed "love you!". He quickly moved to open the fridge. When his mother entered, she saw her son seemingly absorbed with the food in the fridge, obviously trying to decide what to eat. He threw her a cold glance. "I am allowed to eat, I hope?" he asked icily. "Of course," she replied, feeling uncomfortable. "Listen, Brian, your father and I have just talked about the whole situation and -" "What situation? There is no situation! Fuck, I wish I was out of school already and away from parents who never do anything but complicating my life!" "We want to apologize," said his mother meekly, looking guilty. "It's just that the recent things, you know, the thing with Devereux and Monclere and me catching you with make-up -" "With which I was covering the bruise Christian gave me after he tried to hit on me," Brian added scathingly. "Yes, of course, he got angry when you told him off, I understand everything now." Brian felt he was blushing. Well, THAT hadn't been exactly the way it had happened, but if his mother believed it... "Brian, we only want to protect you," said his mother helplessly. "You can't, okay? Don't you get that into your heads? It's my fucking life and I've got a right to live it!" he snapped. "As I said, we're sorry." She even seemed to be on the edge of crying. Brian felt a pang of guilt. He didn't mean her to feel that bad. She had been right, he had convinced her through lies and now he was telling her off for finding out the truth. He swallowed. "It's okay, Mom," he said quietly. "Really." Now she DID burst into tears. "Bri, darling, I know I've been giving you an awfully hard time but all I ever wanted was to make sure that you stay on the right path..." "Mom, Mom, please, stop crying, please..." Brian felt helpless. This was unfair. Moms shouldn't be allowed to cry in front of their kids, it made it impossible to hate them. "No, really, Brian, I'm so sorry about all the things that happened recently," she sobbed. Brian felt so awful about himself, about the lies, the secrecy, about him being so cruel to his mother that he almost started crying himself. He walked up to his mother and hugged her. "Mom, please, it's okay," he mumbled. She sniffed and wiped her eyes and then looked at him. "You've become so grown up lately, Brian, so mature, and still you're such an annoying child at times, locking yourself in your room or shouting curses... it's very difficult for me and Dad as well, you know? You're so entirely different from Stuart! Introvert and disagreeable most of the time..." "Mom," he interrupted her, "I know you're just trying to be my Mom, but please, plleeeease don't call Christian's mother about what I told you, please! If he finds out I told anyone he'll kill me, I mean it, and he's in the basketball gang and they'll all stick to him and call me a liar and give me a fucking hell of a time!" "Language," she said automatically, "and your father and I have already agreed not to call Mrs McGee. But we want you to tell us when anything like that happens again. No more hiding in your room or trying to hind behind make up." She smiled. Brian sighed with relief. "Okay." "Yes?" "Yeah. Okay." "I love you, Brian, and so does your father even if he's not the kind of person that shows it. But he does. We just want you to have a good life." Brian squirmed a bit. He hated it when his mother became so sentimental. "Mom, I'd like to make alone to think..." "Oh, I'm sorry, of course. And don't forget your homework." She ruffled his hair and went back to the living room. Brian took the phone book and traced his finger across the pages. Martin, Marreux, McGee! He dialed the number and waited. A woman answered. "Yes, hello, this is Denise," he squeaked softly, "I'd like to talk to Christian, please? It's about the History exam on Friday." "Just a minute." Brian grinned. Denise was the most popular girl in his class. He could just imagine Christian beaming with pride that she was going to ask HIM about something. Indeed, Christian's voice sounded very manly and proud when he took the telephone. "Yes, Denise, can I help you?" "You can cut off your dick and eat it," Brian growled with his normal voice, "or I'll make you do it!" A nasty chuckle on the other end of the line. "Ooooh, did little Bri get into trouble?" Brian felt the most cruel grin creeping onto his face. "No, Chrissy-prissy, not really. My parents are outraged about your lies. Also about the fact that you practically tried to rape me after gym class, which resulted in my face being bruised and all. But you're lucky. As long as you leave me alone, they won't talk to your parents - or the police." Silence. Brian waited, wanting to hop up and down with joy. Talk about something backfiring, huh, Christian? Finally, the boy spoke again. "Rot in hell, Molko!" he hissed and hang up the phone. Brian smiled to himself. "Well, according to the bible I will," he whispered softly, "but before that I'm going to have a lot of fun with Frank, you homophobic jealous prick!" Prev | Next Home |