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Calor del Amor By K. B. Forrest The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal, and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author's rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Calor del Amor Copyright © 2007 K. B. Forrest ISBN: 1-55410-803-9 Cover art by Eiris Key All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. Published by eXtasy Books Look for us online at: http://www.extasybooks.com To my dearest friend, Luna… Chapter One Ga briel dropped his clothing to the floor of the cold bathroom. First his jeans. He looked at the bruises and touched one. It made him gasp with pain. He took off his shirt and saw the angry purple marks around his neck. They were just low enough so that they wouldn’t show if he kept his shirt buttoned. He balled his fists and imagined pummeling his father’s face. In his mind, he relished the sight of that fat nose erupting in a torrent of blood. Ever since his mom had died last year, he had become the new punching bag. Gabriel remembered the morning she died. No… it haunted his every day. Today was his eighteenth birthday, and this would end soon. But would it end? Last year, he declared that he was leaving home. His father’s response was to threaten to plant drugs in his room and have his big, dumb cop friends arrest him. He’d be thrown with all the thugs to be raped. Gabriel imagined his father jerking off to that. He just couldn’t figure out why his dad wanted him in the same house if he hated 1 K. B. Forrest him so much. Gabriel thought that graduation from high school would change his life. He wanted go to college — one very far away, but somehow it didn’t happen. He had such a horrible year trying to recover from his mom’s death that he failed most of his classes. Now at age eighteen, he’d either have to repeat his senior year or … or what? Dad was going to make him stay at home for punishment. No … no way! He would find a part- time job and leave. He already had some money put away. Loud banging on the door interrupted his reverie. “Gabriel! Gabriel, what are you doing in there? Are you beating your meat again?” Dios mio, why does he have to yell loud enough for the neighbors to hear? Gabriel still felt comfort in using the Spanish his Puerto Rican mother had taught him, especially the cuss words his father didn’t understand. He wanted to rebel against his ass of a father for hating Hispanics, so he muttered Spanish words under his breath even when he knew his father would slap him across the mouth. “Gabriel! What are you doing; taking a dump? You don’t have dinner on the table yet! What the hell do you do all day? You lazy bum! What do you think this is, a flop house?” Gabriel hurried to throw his clothes on, but his 2 Calor del Amor hands shook. He was reaching for his briefs when a crash made him reel back. Jake pulled his fist back through the wreckage of the door, and through the hole, Gabriel saw him shaking it, his face a mask of rage. “I’ve been waiting for damn well over an hour now, you faggot bitch! What do you think you’re doing making me wait? Now look what you made me do!” Gabriel whimpered, but then felt the familiar rage. “I wasn’t in here for more than twenty minutes! Why…” His father, Jake, was laughing now. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you better cover up that gay-ass of yours. I don’t swing that way, so don’t even try!” Jake bellowed between guffaws and slapped his thigh. Tears sprang to Gabriel’s eyes. “I don’t care where I go, but I’m leaving! I don’t care if I have to live under a bridge!” The laughter stopped and Jake’s face turned reddish-purple. “You damn dog! Just like your whoring mother! You just try to leave! I’ll have you arrested and every homo fag at the station will be humping you! I warned you! You coward! Using your mother as an excuse to fail damn well every class you could fail! You’re being punished, and don’t you forget that!” His face was twisted with undisguised rage and 3 K. B. Forrest hatred. Gabriel thought he looked like the devils he conjured in his mind when his mother used to described hell. Sweat dripped from his father’s reddened face and saliva flew from his mouth as he spoke. “You’ve shamed my entire family! Everyone at the station knows you failed — they also know you’re a fag! How can I show my face around them after what you’ve done?” “How would they know I’m gay? Nobody but you and Tim …” Jake’s face scrunched in anger. “Don’t ever mention that name in this house again, unless you want me to kill your ass!” “You told them I’m gay?” “Word got out … don’t ask me, but just … just don’t say that out loud. I can’t handle the thought that you’d do that to me! I’m a cop. I’m supposed to be someone manly — someone kids look up to. Didn’t I raise you to be a man?” Gabriel remembered it — how his father had found out. Over a year ago — before his mom’s death, he finally confessed his love to the boy he had admired for years. Tim was straight, but he didn’t reject Gabriel. They became friends, but then his father found the Valentine’s Day card Gabriel had handmade for Tim. It was all over then and things went downhill. He got a terrible beating, and Tim was threatened. They never 4 Calor del Amor again talked after that. Gabriel unlatched the door and feigned concern. “Your hand! There’s blood, let me help…” “I’ll be fine. Just don’t make me do that again!” * * * * Gabriel went to his room and sat on his unmade bed. His room was littered with Japanese manga comics. He loved to read them and to watch anime. He could enter into another world, and forget his fucked-up life. He locked his bedroom door and reached under his mattress. He stashed his Yaoi under there. He had discovered this genre of manga recently. It was so sweet to read gay romances told without shame. He wished he could live in this make-believe world. That was it! He would become a Yaoi writer! The idea comforted him, but then the evil thoughts intruded again. Would he really do that to his own son? Would he go as far as to have me arrested? The answer was simple. Gabriel knew he would. * * * * “Hey Romeo, you left the laptop computer on all night again!” Jake called out as if Gabriel were far away. He was always volatile in the morning. 5 K. B. Forrest “Waste not, want not; remember? We’ll go under if you don’t stop these leaks.” Gabriel almost dropped the coffee as he hurried over. His heart beat frantically as he tried to remember if he closed down the programs. Last night he had been looking for jobs again. The web browser was open and Jake bent at the waist as he peered at it. He was frowning, but then he suddenly smiled. “I told you I’m okay with this job for now. I was just mad because they promoted that woman DiPalma to detective when it was supposed to be my job! Bitch wasn’t even qualified. Even though I have seniority, they claimed that because of her college degree in criminal justice, she was the better choice.” He frowned as he repeated the now familiar complaint. “I mean don’t get me started on that one. This damned affirmative action is really a form of prejudice against White men! I’m sick of it! Don’t waste your time trying to find me a new job. I was only threatening them. They need me; I’m the best man they have. Jeez … I thought you were looking at gay personals again.” He exhaled in relief. Jake thought he was searching for jobs for him! Gabriel wanted to finish school, but getting away from this hellhole was more important! But if I get a job in town, he’ll find me. He’ll find me and charge me with some 6
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