Gay High School
We arrived at Queens High School, and I quickly rushed to the school library and re-read the letter from Fred.
(Sweet Oliver, Lover of my life, King of my soul, rare gem. Even if you disguise yourself as a masquerade, I would still know you. You made a right choice by disguising yourself.
Am sorry for causing your expulsion, am sorry for turning you into a gay, but I can’t help it. I love you with my heart, body and soul. I don’t really know if you love me, but if you do… See me at the back of the school, Now… ).
I sighed and folded the letter. I opened the one from Alex.
(hey girl, can you be my date,
Eric’s own wasn’t a letter. You’ll get to know later.
I sneaked out of the school and went to the bushy land behind it. Disposed faeces filled the floor that I had to tiptoe and walked carefully. Then I saw My Mr Smarty pants school dad, looking more gorgeous than ever.
“Fred!!!” I exclaimed happily and jumped on his body.
We engaged in a tremendous embrace.
“I miss you boy.” he said passionately.
“I miss you more” I replied pressing my chin on his shoulder.
“I miss you ‘morer’” he blurted.
“I miss you ‘Morest’” I returned as we ended up laughing at our grammatic exploitation.
We broke the hug. His eyes glistened with tears. And I looked deeply at him and kissed him. Hot and passionate, Desire burst out of dormancy, liquid fire, drowning sounds, then soliciting new ones, louder, longer and lower, pleasure tickled like a hot spring being stricken through a snow drift, melting the Ice around our hearts, flash-frozen long ago.
Our suns collided, creating a new universe, minuscule.
Our voices merged, our heart mingled, our souls unite. I’m his, his mine. No truth is greater than that.
After kissing for half an hour, we withdrew.
“Am afraid this might be our last moment together.” Fred said through tears of utter desperation and my heart leapt.
“My dad, wants to send me away, far away to Australia, where I can further my education with my wife. ” Fred said and the world started revolving around me.
He’ll be gone… Forever.
With a wife?
As young as he is.
“Oliver, I know it’s painful but I agreed to it.”
“Why? ” I managed to ask, not allowing tears to mingle with my voice.
“Am the first son, my dad is afraid he would die soon. He wants me to fill in gaps. He wants me to get married, as young as I am. He wants me to be a man as soon as possible…” tears choked the rest of his words.
“He’s angry that I’m a gay, he gave me just two months to find a wife and travel out with her… Besides, he threatened to kill you if I rebuff his orders.
A bunch of trouble.
“Oliver, keep disguising yourself, make sure no one knows who you are.””And trust me, I’ll never leave you. you are mine forever.” he assured and embraced me tightly. Our tears soiled the floor.
“I love you Fred.”
To my surprise, he fell to the floor, coughing out blood.
“Fred!!… What’s wrong.” I cried as I leaned on the floor.
“Fred… What’s wrong ”
Oh my goodness, what’s wrong.
“Help!!! ” I yelled but the squeaking birds replied.
“Somebody Help!!!” I shouted in tears.
Then I heard footsteps running forward. It’s Eric.
What’s he doing here?
But this isn’t time for question.
“Eric, come over, Fred collapsed. ” I cried.
He ran forward and cast me a furtive glare.
“How so you know my name?” Eric asked and that’s when I realised I’m Olivia, not Oliver. My heart lurched.
“this isn’t time for question, let’s help him.” I whimpered in tears.
“Oh my God, he’s coughing out blood.” Eric exclaimed in surprise. All this while, it’s now he’s looking at Fred.
“Oh God, this is bad.” Eric muttered in tears and palmed his face….instead of helping his brother.
And to my surprise, the same thing started happening to Eric. He coughed loud.
This must probably a joke, or prank or a dream.
Something isn’t quite well.
And surprisingly, Eric fell to the floor. I watched as the two brothers gasped for lives.
Where they poisoned.
If yes, by who?. I got to do something, I ran, as fast as I could to Gay High School.
Mason sat on the floor with his back against the hospital wall, while Alex held me, comforting me.
We waited in the ward. Am now Oliver… Not olivia.
“I still can’t understand anything” I uttered in frustration.
Alex shook his head, forcing the tear in his eyes, not to pour. But his attempt was futile, he broke into tears.
It was Mason who waved me to come. He prodded me to sit down on the floor with him.
I barely hesitated.
We sat looking into space, trying not to cry.
Then Mason began.
“There’s something you need to know, Ollie.”
My heart skipped.
I hope it isn’t a bad news.
“There’s little chance for a successful surgery, their survival rate is less than 50%.” Mason uttered.
“What do you mean.” I asked as the serpent of fear awoke and writhed in my stomach.
I looked at Mason, his Jaw turned to granite.
“They have hearts diseased.” Mason whimpered.
The thoughts irked me.
“both of them. ”
“It originated from our great grand dad, who passed it on to our granddad, who in turn passed it to Eric and Fred’s dad and now, they are the victims. It’s hereditary.” Mason said.
“The symptoms mostly fall during early summer. Right now, their dad is in another hospital, suffering the same thing.” He added.
So weird, so strange, a total bizzare. “But it’ll be well.” Mason said with a tentative smile, a smile without hopes or confidence, a smile of despair.
Then he turned to me and the Tentative smile turned into a disarming smile.
(written by Destiny Godfrey)
-5 hours later-
The nurses and doctors came out. By this time Fred families are already crowded (apart from his dad).
Everyone rushed to the doctor.
“How was it?” the question rolled out of everyone’s lips at the same time.
“It’s fine… Eric is fine.” the doctor said and everyone heaved (apart from me).
“What of Fred?” I voiced out.
The doctor hesitated. The worst thing I wanted to hear was (…Unfortunately,).
The doctor began
“Unfortunately,… ” just as I guessed. “…the heart surgery was successful” very good. “…but…” Holy scrap… Must there be a ‘But’ “…while we were operating him, a nurse accidentally, cut his renal artery …. ”
“And as you all know, the renal artery takes blood out of the heart to the kidney. Before we could fix up an artificial artery, his kidneys ran out of blood. They are damaged.” the doctor concluded.
My eyes swell.
“Is there nothing you can do?” his mom asked.
“Not until we find a kidney donor.”
“I’ll donate mine.” I said curtly.
“Oliver, you are making a mistake, you are too young to donate a kidney… It may be harmful… You might die.” Alex cautioned.
“I know that, but am ready to bear the risk.”
To Be Continued
The sound of danger is nearby.
Not all stories have a happy ending.