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DQA99: This is the final chapter of "Love is Love," so you don't have to worry about anymore late updates. ^_^

QA99: I wasn't satisfied with the post-rape scene paragraph, so I rewrote it. I also change the rating. I totally forgot to change the story rating from PG-13 to R. I swear to G-O-D. Gomen nasai everyone! Thank you for not reporting me and getting my story removed! Oh yes, please R and R.

"Love is Love" Chapter 8: Peace

When I came to, I realized that I was at Adam's apartment, in Adam's bed. His walls were bare, off-white. A small, dingy desk stood in the corner.

I heard a loud clang. "Goddamn!" I heard Adam shout in the living room. I heard his footsteps coming closer, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleep.

"Sick bastard!" Adam's lukewarm hand cradled my face. "Who would do something so horrible to you?" Hearing those words, I remembered what had happened: I had been raped. I coughed..

"Are you awake?" Adam asked. I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so I opened my eyes and nodded slowly. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm okay," I whispered, ashamed to look him in the eye.

"Tell me who did this to you," he demanded.

"I...I can't." I was on the verge of tears as the disturbing memory continued to play in my head.

Adam sighed. "I know what happened to you is very painful, emotionally and physically, but I want to help you. I'll avenge you by killing him."


"Why not? Don't you want him to pay for what he did?!" Adam yelled.

"The Bible says it's wrong to kill people!" I screamed, tears beginning to flow down my cheeks.

"I don't care what the Bible says! He hurt you, and I'll hurt him!" We breathed heavily, both staring at each other. I had mixed feelings; I wanted him to die for what he had done to me, but the Bible said that murder was a sin.

Adam took my hands in his. "Listen, Dear. I love you so much. More than I should." He turned his head from me, ashamed. "There is no other way to punish him. Please reconsider."

I thought about it for a while, but I finally made my decision. I wanted Adam to kill him. I didn't want Greg to hurt anyone in the future. "His...his name is Greg Roto. He's 18, I think, and he goes to my school."

Adam nodded, his dark, brown eyes locked on mine. "I know who he is." Adam walked to his desk and removed some items from a drawer. The pictures of Johnathan and I, I thought. Suddenly he ripped them up into minuscule pieces. "No more fear," he told me.

Later on that day, I called my mom.

"Where are you?" She sounded worried.

"I'm at Adam's house."

"Why are you at Adam's house?" She asked.

I tried to make up an excuse. "I just...decided to hang out here."

"Why didn't you leave us a note, Dear?" She said, sounding almost hysterical.

"Gomen nasai. Mama, I'm not feeling well. Can I please stay here for a few days?"

"How long?"


She sighed. "Alright. I hope you get better, Dear."

So I stayed at Adam's house for three days. He went to work most of the day, and I spent most of my time in his bed sleeping. He would come home and talk to me about all kinds of stuff.

"Johnathan's grandma nearly died, so he left to visit her." I told him on the third day. "I hope she's alright."

Adam blushed and stared at the floor. "You really like him, don't you?"

I blushed, too. "Yeah, I guess."

"Johnathan's an okay guy. I wish..." He paused. "I hope...Johnathan makes you happy."

"Thank you," I whispered.

Before my parent's came to pick me up, Adam gave me a hug and told me that I could visit him anytime. I felt good; there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"Hello, Dear." My mother turned her head and smiled at me after I got in the car. "Ogenki desu ka? (How are you feeling?)"

"I'm fine, Momma."

Dad grunted. "Why do you always have to sound like a faggot?"

My heart thudded in my chest.

"That was uncalled for," my mother cried.

"What's uncalled for is him sounding like a fairy all the time."

At home, we ate dinner, the atmosphere cold as ice. Before going to bed, I decided to write in my journal. I wrote about everything except the rape. Though the journal entry made me feel better, it would be the last entry.

A dark, sick cloud hung over the school. Everyone looked depressed, deceased. Some girls were sobbing their hearts out. I found Johnathan waiting by my locker.

"Hey," Johnathan said quietly.

"Hey. Is your grandma okay?"

He nodded. "She was glad that we visited her."

"Why is everyone so sad?"

"Didn't you hear? Greg Roto was found dead a few days ago."

My heart froze. I knew Adam would kill him, but the fact that he was dead, that I knew who the killer was, still shocked me.

"Are you alright?" Johnathan asked, his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded. "I-I'm okay."

When I entered my house after school, I knew something wasn't right. I could feel it in my bones. Something bad was about to happen.

I went to the refrigerator to get a snack, when I saw something in the corner of my eye. I quickly turned around and I realized it was dad. But there was an unusually wide grin on his face.

"D-dad? What are you doing home?"

"Dear, you and I need to have a little talk." He removed something from his back pocket, and when I saw what it was, my heart exploded and I nearly passed out. I wanted to open my mouth, but I was afraid that I might throw up.

"I read this little book, and it's kind of strange. Your entire book is about this Johnathan." Purple veins protruded from his neck. "What's even more strange is the fact that you wrote about HAVING SEX WITH HIM!" My father shouted. He yanked my arm, causing a white-hot pain to surge through my arm, and threw me into the kitchen chair as hard as he could. I knocked over the chair and fell to the ground head first. My skull pounded furiously, as if I had been hit by a train; my eyes tried to focus.

"Look what you made me do, Dear!" The sick man yelled.

"Stop it!" My confused mind heard my mother cry. "Yes, what he is doing is wrong, but you have no right to hurt him! The minister will give him the help he needs."

Painful, hot tears burned my cheeks. I wanted to die, to be swallowed by Hell. No one loves me, I thought.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you crying, faggot? I'll make you have something to cry about!" With that, the twisted being begin kicking me in the ribs.

My mother screamed hysterically. I could hear my mother hitting that perverse man, screaming at him to stop. But then I heard a loud thud, a sharp cry and the sound of her slumping to the floor.

"Stop it," I gasped, blood pouring from my mouth. My entire body felt numb and I knew some of my ribs were broken.

The insane human looked down at me, his eyes full of hot rage. "I'm going to get something harder to beat your faggot ass with." And with that, he left the kitchen.

I struggled to get up, but every time I tried to move, it felt like my body was being crushed by a tow truck. Using all of the strength I could muster, I crawled over to the kitchen telephone table, smearing the clean white tiles with my dark red blood, and slowly picked up the telephone. With shaking fingers, I dialed Johnathan's number. Please God be there, I prayed.

The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.

"Hello," Johnathan said.

"Please," I gasped, my lungs screaming in pain, "help me."

"What's going on?" His voice filled with concern.


"I'm coming, Dear! Try to hide!" The phone clicked.

Suddenly, I felt extremely dizzy. I tried to snap out of it, but the room went dark.

When I came to, my father was standing over me, a large wooden stick in his hand.

"Well, you're finally awake." His voice was slurred; he had been drinking. "Now I can beat some sense into you!" He raised the stick, ready to hit me, and then the door bell rang.

"What the hell?!" He cried. He threw down the stick, narrowly missing my head. The drunk man walked to the door and opened it. I heard a loud smack and my father staggered back, falling to the floor hard. John emerged from outside, his face a deep shade of red, veins pulsating in his arms.

"Where is Dear?!" He shouted, his face contorted.

"So, you're the fag Dear's been writin' about!" The inebriate glared back.

Johnathan punched him in the face as hard as he could, causing the man's head to snap back. He grasped the demon's necktie furiously, choking him.

"I'm not going to ask you again! Tell me where he is, or I'll strangle you!"

"He's *cough* in the k-kitchen." Johnathan punched him in the stomach, causing my the beast to double over in pain, and ran into the kitchen.

"Dear!" He cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Are you alright?"

"I'm...okay," I whispered, my throat hoarse.

John looked down at mother, startled. "Is she dead?"

I looked at my mom. "She's breathing." I stared at her smooth white skin. Her's and mine were the same colour. Even though she hated who I was, she tried to protect me, like a mother should.

Johnathan picked up the phone and called the police and the hospital. The police came and arrested Dad; They questioned Johnathan. The medical workers put my mother and I on stretchers and we were rushed to the hospital. I slept most of the time, drifting in and out of sleep. When I woke up, Johnathan was standing near my bedside.

"Hey," he said, smiling like the day we met at the bookstore.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his eyes beginning to water.

"I'm fine." My eyes watered, too. "Stop crying or I'm going to start."

Johnathan grinned, tears pouring down his cheeks. "I'm so glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do if I lost you..." He choked.

I bit my bottom lip, struggling not to cry, but the dam broke. "I love you."

He bent down and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, too, Dear."

Time went by in the hospital. I was, like Johnathan, questioned by the police. They asked me if I wanted to press charges, and I declared that I did. I wasn't going to let him go free for the pain he caused me. A few weeks later, I was released from the hospital, but I decided to visit my mother.

"Hello, okaasan."

"Hello, Dear."

"Ogenki desu ka?"

"Genki desu (I'm fine.)." My mother reached up and gently touched my face. "I'm glad that you're alright."

"Momma, do you still love me?" I was on the verge of tears. Please say yes.

"I love you, but I can't accept your lifestyle choice."

"Why can't you just accept me for who I am?" I raged, tears pouring down my cheeks. "I can't help who I am, Mamma, I can't!"

She cupped her hands over her face and wept. "Honey, I don't want you to go to Hell!"

"Why do you love me if I am doomed?"

We sat in silence, both of us crying.

On the day of the court hearing, my mother, Johnathan and I testified against my father. Johnathan and I knew that once the court hearing started, his dreams, goals, and friendships would end abruptly. But we had a plan.

As Johnathan and I spoke, the jury glared at us like rabid dogs; I could tell that we were going to lose.

At the end of the hearing, the jury found my father not guilty. My father and his lawyer cheered; Johnathan comforted me while Mother stared at the floor, to embarrassed to look at us. I should have known he was going to win. I shouldn't have even thought about pressing charges. He was a rich business man who could do no wrong, and we were just perverted degenerates.

After the hearing, Johnathan and I evaded the reporters and cameramen who had, without a doubt, showed up to get juicy info about the gay football star. We ran to his father's car, which he had stolen, and drove off in search of paradise.


Johnathan and I moved to San Francisco, California, a place, as you all know, that has a large gay population. We finished high school there and we graduated from the University of Southern California. I am 27 now, and I am an artist, a writer, and an activist. Johnathan is 28, and he is a technical engineer and activist. My mother divorced Dad, and we talk to each other over the phone sometimes. Adam's rock band was just recently signed to a major record label and we still keep in touch.

After moving to California, I called Alisa and told her everything. She was very sympathetic, and she promised to visit me after she graduated from college. After graduating from college and visiting me, she got married and had a beautiful little girl. Her life was perfect until, tragically, she and her husband were killed in a car crash. In her will, she stated that if anything ever happened to her and her husband, she wanted Johnathan and I to take care of her child. I was more than happy to fulfill the request of such a great friend, and now Johnathan and I raise her. When I look into my daughter's eyes, I only see the beauty of the world, and I finally understand that although the world may be cruel, you will find love and acceptance, and it is a beautiful thing.

Owari (End)

QA99/DQA99: Thank you for reading this story, and thank you for your patience. We are thinking about starting another story, but it may or may not revolve completely around homoeroticism (Which will probably be updated quicker since we don't have much homework). Please review. Sayonara. ^_^