Cole's Redemption By James
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This story deals with sexual as well as romantic situations between consenting teenaged males. This story also deals with at times, instances of rape, violence against minorities as well as instances of Hate Speech. If any of this offends, triggers or disturbs you, then I advise you to please find something else to read.
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Summary
He's 16 years old, is only 5-1, and 120 LBS. He has adorable curly brown hair, intense grey eyes, and a sweet-looking face that makes him look a few years younger. Most would think he was kind, loving and still somewhat innocent, as well as being in a good place in the world. They would be wrong though.
Behind his looks and seemingly delicate build, Cole Hoffman is a bully who knows only hate, violence and the rush he gets when hurting people. Cole has spent from 13 to 15 in a hate group that would target people of different Races, but mostly they would target people who were either LGBT, or who the group perceived as such. Cole was easily pulled in to the group, and as he continues through the hate-filled activities of the group, he eventually finds that his life of violence and hate comes at a high price.
Finally, Cole hits bottom and after he takes a chance and gives himself up to law enforcement, and possibly to two decades behind bars, he finds hope when one man and his son take a chance on him. As he begins what looks to be a new phase of his life with the small family, Cole meets Kevin Anderson, and for the first time he begins finding out what true friendship looks like.
Will he be able to trust his new family, as well as Kevin, and will he be able to trust Kevin enough to be honest with him about who he had been, and how will Kevin feel once learning what Cole's life had been like before he got adopted by his new family? Will Kevin still give Cole a chance to show that he's a changed person, or will he turn his back on him? Find out as you begin reading Cole's Redemption.
And Now: Cole's Redemption
Definition of Terms
The New World Order¡ªAn Anti-Semitic Conspiracy Theory in which an idea of a One-World Government taking over is expressed. This Code Word is used to better conceal the Anti-Semitic ideologies of the group promulgating the hate-fueled beliefs.
Prologue
Snow fell heavily outside blowing from side-to-side with the force of the wind. That final evening that closed January of 2021 was the coldest yet for the city of Sangger, and the snow was clearly making the most of the Winter Season. It covered the street, yards, driveways, cars as well as the house in which the man and his biological and now adopted son were sleeping, or at least the boys were asleep, but the man was still awake for the moment.
The house sat in mostly darkness save for a couple of street lights that sat far away enough so that things could be seen, but not so far away that people close to the house couldn't find their way around. Fortunately the blinds covering the windows of the living room were the black-out type of blinds that kept any light from coming in, and that's the way Daniel liked it. He was someone who was deeply protective of his home, as well as those who lived there with him, and it was now time to check the house, as well as his occupants before he went to bed for the evening.
Daniel checked all the windows, then the doors. He was satisfied to see that they were all locked up, and he made sure the blinds were down as well as closed, and after making sure that his laptop was powered completely down for the night, he checked all the lights throughout the house. They were off, and so he made his way to the first bedroom at the beginning of the hallway.
Within the room lay his 10-year-old son Justin, and as Daniel looked in on him, he saw that the boy was lying on his stomach with the covers still pulled up to his neck with only his head exposed. Daniel went over to him, and made sure that none of the covers would pull free, and after stroking the boy's Black hair, then kissing him gently on the cheek he turned and left the room softly closing the door behind him.
Walking down the hall to the second room, he was careful to approach for he knew he had to be careful with the second person with whom he and Justin shared the house now. He stepped in to the room, and saw that the older boy was lying on his back with the sheets and blankets kicked off save for one part of the sheet that still covered part of his right leg.
"He must have had another nightmare," Daniel thought to himself. "He has a lot to have nightmares about."
Stepping up to the bed as carefully and quietly as he could, Daniel looked down at the boy, and took in his form. The boy was only 5-1, and was only 120 LBS. He had smooth white skin, and light-brown curly hair that was cut short, and had his eyes been open at the time, they would have shown as a deep grey as if showing a dark rainy day in the cold of the Winter.
Daniel studied the boy's figure, and thought about him for a long minute. He thought over the fact of how small the boy was mainly in that he was the height and weight listed above, and yet this boy while looking small and delicate was anything but. Daniel had read all of the information on him, though he didn't necessarily learn anything new that the boy himself hadn't already told him, aside from some of the written documentation showing a few dates and a few names of family members who were a part of the family to which the boy originally belonged.
Daniel sat down as quietly on the edge of the bed as he could and looked again at the boy who was named Cole. Daniel knew all about Cole, and he knew that despite his appearance he was no slight boy, but had been dangerous as well as extremely violent, and had he not agreed to take him in, Cole would certainly be in prison, possibly in an adult prison, but Daniel had saved him from that.
As Daniel sat there, he thought over all that he had heard of what Cole had done before he had gotten taken in by the police. He knew that Cole was the kind of person that had he been an adult and done what he did, Daniel would have most certainly dismissed him as an Anti-Gay Bigoted Asshole who could rot in Hell for all he cared, but when he met Cole once he had been sentenced to probation while living at a Foster Care Center ran by a couple of his friends Josh and Michael, he couldn't bring himself to leave Cole to live there with the risk of him having nowhere to go once he aged out of the system.
As Daniel sat there, he thought over the last three weeks that had gone by since taking in Cole. He had definitely made sure in no uncertain terms when Cole first got to their house that he knew what the rules were, and that how he acted in the past wouldn't be tolerated nor accepted, though Cole was already starting to change with some help from a counselor that he had been assigned while he was in custody. So far though as the third week was turning in to the fourth week of Cole living with Daniel and Justin, he was getting increasingly better at controlling his anger and not speaking hatefully about minorities, and if he did slip and say something bigoted, Daniel firmly, but gently talked with him about it, and this fortunately was working as well.
There would be more work to do though, and there were the two or three nights Cole would scream out in his sleep, and sometimes would wake himself up screaming from what Daniel figured were nightmares. He hoped that this would get better over time as well, though when he asked about the nightmares Cole would say he couldn't talk about them aside from saying that a couple of them had been about when he had been in his old life. Daniel figured he could understand on some level about how that would scare Cole.
Daniel came out of his thoughts, and he felt the bed move, and Cole turned on his side facing where Daniel was sitting, and he shuddered a couple of times as if he were cold, and his eyes opened as Daniel stood up and started gathering the blankets.
"Daniel?" Cole asked softly as he rose up on his elbow.
"It's okay Cole," Daniel said. "Just go back to sleep. "You must have had a couple of bad dreams, as I found you only with a little of the sheet covering a small part of your leg when I walked in here a moment ago."
"I don't remember them," he said, and this time Daniel believed him. "I guess though I do tend to move around a lot in my sleep."
"Probably so," Daniel agreed.
He got Cole covered back up, and then sat down beside him again and lightly stroked his hair which Cole had started accepting a couple of nights after coming to stay with him. Daniel noticed how fast it seemed to relax the boy, and this time was no exception, and after a few minutes, Cole was asleep once again.
Daniel leaned over and lightly kissed the boy on the forehead, then after making sure the covers were in place he left to go to bed himself for the night.
Chapter 1
"We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children."? David Lane The 14 Words
"The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment." Fyodor Dostoyevsky Crime and Punishment
Cole Hoffman
I looked at the flyer that was photographed on the computer screen, and it definitely caught my interest! I read through it once more, then I went out to where Daniel was finishing reading the paper, and I looked over to where Justin was watching TV before he got his bath that would lead to him winding down for the evening before getting to bed for the night.
"So he finally comes up for air," Daniel said putting his paper aside.
"I wasn't gone that long," I said smiling and sitting beside him on the couch. "I did get all my homework done though, so I have that out of the way, but I found something I wanted to ask you about."
"What's that?" Daniel asked.
I showed him the flyer I printed off from the computer, and he read it from top to bottom.
The flyer was for a Metal Concert that was being put on by a group that called themselves Hate Temple, and from what the flyer said they would be doing a lot of cover songs from various Metal Groups from regular singing Metal Groups such as Powerwolf, Night Wish, Stratovarius, Therion, Bloody Hammers and "More". Then they would be performing other songs from more aggressive Metal Groups such as Dimmu Borgir, Darkthrone, Mayhem, Burzum, Svartsot and "Others". The flyer went on to state that it was for teens ages 15 up to 20 years old, and it sounded like it would be a really amazing event to attend. There would be adults there to keep watch over the teens to make sure things didn't get out of line, and there would be an intermission with refreshments in the middle of the show. I really hoped that Daniel would allow me to go.
It was now April of 2022, and my probation had ended at the end of 2021 just the day before New-Year's Eve, and having my ankle monitor removed was truly a relief. It felt nice not having to have that around my ankle, but more on that later.
The point though was that I now only had a curfew in so far as Daniel gave me one which he did, and according to the flyer, the concert began at 6:00 P.M. on Friday Night which was in about three days, and it was now Tuesday Night. The concert would go until 10:00 P.M., and my curfew wasn't until 12:00 A.M. since it was Friday, and I had been doing really good with staying out of trouble.
"So what do you think?" I asked watching him as he set aside the flyer after making sure he had read it through completely.
"Hmm, I don't know," he began, and I wondered if I was going to be disappointed. "You sure you wouldn't rather go see a Justin Bieber Concert instead?"
"Sure," I answered,. "About as much as I'd enjoy getting a Vasectomy with a chainsaw."
"What's a Vasectomy?" Justin asked laughing and looking over at us from where he sat in front of the TV.
"Thanks for watching what you say around your brother," Daniel said laughing himself now.
"I always do good with watching what I say around him," I shot back laughing now. "We'll tell you some other time."
"Okay, cool," Justin said returning to his show.
"Definitely no to the Justin Bieber Concert," I said as I scooted closer to my foster father who was more and more every day feeling like a real father to me.
"Do you promise that you'll be careful while you're there?" Daniel asked placing an arm around my shoulders which was something I wouldn't have allowed a short while ago.
"I promise," I said looking directly at him as he looked back at me. "I promise I'll be careful there, and I'll be home by my curfew time. You have my word on that."
"Okay," Daniel replied. "Will you agree to call me at Intermission?"
"I'll do that as well," I answered. "I promise."
"Okay, then you can go," he said.
"Thanks!" I said hugging him tightly.
"You're welcome," he said hugging me back.
0000
Kevin Anderson
I sat at the computer finishing the last of my report for English Class that was due the next day. As was the usual way for me, I got a jump on assignments like this a few days before we actually had to really start working on them, and that made it easier. I had finished everything, save for the Spell-Check and a couple of other finishing touches, but I was working on that at that moment on that Tuesday Night in April of 2022.
As I worked, and got to the last editing change I was making to my document, I had Ari Koivunen's album Fuel for the Fire playing to keep me company. That helped the time and the assignments to go by a little faster, and it helped me to keep my mind focused.
As I worked, my dad and mom were cleaning up the kitchen from when we had dinner a little while ago. As they worked, my mom was wiping down the table, and my dad was picking up plates, bowls and silverware along with glasses, and placing them in the sink that was continuing to fill up with water. As they worked, my dad was talking about something that a politician said in a speech that he had heard while listening to the news on his way to work that morning. He concluded his recap to my mom of what he had heard by proclaiming the politician in question as a lying sack of Shit, and he prepared to move on to another subject.
"You really do have a way with words," my mom said laughing as she turned off the water for the sink. "I'm sure you're really concerned as to whether or not Kevin heard what you said."
"Not too worried," my dad said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Better that he learns early what lying Bastards most of the people in our country's government are, rather than learning it after buying in to the Bullshit that they tell us all by the time he's 30."
"Ah, another speech of the World According to Bradly Anderson," my mom teased.
"Glad you took time to listen," my dad said as they continued cleaning up.
Before continuing on with that night's adventures in the Anderson Household, I should give a few words about myself.
My name is Kevin Anderson, and at that time I was 15, and I lived with my parents Carlie and my dad Bradly Anderson. My dad worked as a nurse for Sangger University Hospital, and my mom worked as a counselor at an LGBT Counseling Center that was also located here in the city of Sangger as well. They lived here in Sangger all of their lives, and they always had been interested in doing work with the public, and my mom had always had an interest in working with LGBT People since she was a kid and had seen what several of the people in our community went through either at the hands of their non-accepting families, non-accepting school administrations or non-accepting friends. She taught me at an early age about it being acceptable for people to love differently, and to be able to have the rights that allowed them to express that love to one another regardless if it was two guys, two girls or the typical straight couple.
My dad was of the same attitude, and he helped with backing her up on what she taught me, and that was fortunate for me, as it was easy for me to come out to them when I was 13 and realizing that I was gay. Their acceptance was immediate, and there wasn't hardly any nervousness or fear when I told them, nor when I thought about telling them, and I was deeply grateful that I had them as my parents for all of the things in my life, but especially the part about me being gay.
Around school, I would have a couple of kids in a class or two say a couple of Smart Ass things about how many boyfriends I was up to now, at which point the teacher in charge whenever these comments were made would quickly put a stop to them. I was fortunate in that, and I also worked to remember to not take for granted the situation I was in where being gay was concerned, for I knew that some of the kids at my school weren't from families who were as accepting as mine, or even accepting at all, and even of the ones who came from accepting families, they'd have non-accepting kids to deal with once at school, and I saw some of the things they went through, as well as having to fight off a couple of kids who were beating up one kid who was LGBT a couple of years before. Bottom line, I worked to treasure how things were for me as a gay kid living in today's age, and I always looked to help be a friend to other LGBT kids at school, and this usually worked out well.
As for what I look like, I'm big for my age. I stand about 6-1, and am around 180 LBS with a little more muscle appearing at that time as I had started working out more regularly shortly before I turned 15. I had always been active to one degree or another, but that was mainly walks around the neighborhood, or the activities we did in Gym Class as well as any sports we did after school. I had decided to start doing a little more working out, as I figured that it would be good for me physically, as well as for me in terms of strength if I ever needed to defend myself, and I had reasons to think of that especially that I'll go in to later.
I have Raven-Black hair, as well as deep-brown eyes that people always seemed to enjoy looking at. I began shaving when I was 14, and kept myself clean-shaven. All of what I was doing in terms of personal care seemed to be working, as I was noticing more and more as the months and weeks were going by at that time, that I was getting more frequent looks from more kids around the school. It was a few girls, and even a few guys who were checking me out which I found rather flattering.
Most of them would be disappointed as far as the guys went though, for I wasn't looking for a relationship, and figured that I'd start dating when I was 16 or 17. I hadn't decided yet, but I wanted to really wait and make sure that I was with the right person when I dated, and I didn't want to get in to any of the One-Night Stands, nor did I want to get in to any of the Hook-Ups both of which seemed to be increasingly popular at this point in our day and age now.
My parents were glad to see that I was making the decisions regarding dating that I was, though they wanted to make sure that I understood about dating and sex in terms of them making sure that I knew about consent, boundaries and other things concerning relationships and sex. They said when I turned 15, that they didn't mind if I started looking at guys to date so long as they were around my age, but I told them of how I wanted to handle dating which is what I talked about just a moment ago. They were glad to hear all that I had said, and I can imagine how relieved they must have been in the back of their minds, as I figured that they worried about how things might turn out for me, and if I unfortunately would end up with a guy who might have issues that could be detrimental to any potential relationship we might try to have. Life was certainly good at that point, and I was happy with where I was in that moment.
I finished up with my document, and after reading it over, I saved my changes, closed the file, and then I put the Junk Drive back in my laptop bag. I then moved on to pull up the web browser so I could see what was going on in the world of Metal Music, for I was a huge fan of mostly all things Metal!
That's when I saw the flyer for a Metal Group that was going to be playing at a place here in Sangger this up-coming Friday night. It was being labeled as a concert for teens from 15 to 20 years old, and there would be adults there to make sure that things stayed in order. The band was called Hate Temple, and they listed Metal Bands such as Svartsot, Stratovarius, Therion, Night Wish and Dimmu Borgir as several groups from whom they'd be performing various songs. I printed off the flyer so I could show my parents, and I hoped that they would allow me to go to the concert.
I returned to my room a few minutes later totally excited! My parents agreed to let me go to the concert provided that I called them once I got there, as well as when intermission began, along with being sure to be home by 12:00 A.M. which was my curfew for Friday Nights. I was excited enough at that point that I wondered if I would have trouble sleeping that night once I got to bed, but I didn't need to worry about that it turns out.
0000
It was music to Cole's ears, the musical sounds of the glass shattering as he used his crowbar to smash in the windows of the store. It was a hot July night, and he was in his fourth month within the group back when he got recruited in to it at 13 years old. He first had to read some of the literature in which the group believed which was from the two books Mein Kampf By Adolf Hitler and The Turner Diaries By William Luther Pierce which were essentially the movement's bibles. Once Cole had read through certain passages the leader of the group wanted him to know, they set him up in a room in the leader's house, and for April and May of that year, Cole was indoctrinated in further aspects of their ideologies of hate against different Races, people of different Sexual Orientations, people who had different disabilities and others. Cole was turning out to be an easy mark, for he was already alone, angry and was lacking purpose, but the leader was slowly fixing that.
After Cole was tested in June by being made to fight four of the older and bigger members of the group who were older teens, he was declared ready to go on his first mission which was to rob a gas station that was ran by a guy who they believed was Jewish, and they did know for a fact that the guy was gay, and this was perfect. Cole took the job with total excitement, and he thought of how enjoyable this was going to be as he neared the store.
Now as Cole was walking through the smashed out window, he lifted his right hand and shot out the security camera. He need not have worried though, for the camera though capturing his form didn't see his face anymore than the man behind the counter did, for Cole had on the mask that covered his face. Cole neared the counter, and he saw the man behind it had his hand under the counter,
"Stop!" Cole yelled. "Show me your hands now! Show them to me right fucking now you dirty Kike!"
"Who are you calling a Kike you little punk!" the man yelled. "Fuck off, and get the hell out of my store! I'm calling the police!"
Within seconds Cole was over the counter, and he slammed his knee in the man's groin with all the force he could muster! The man screamed, and he was on his back, and he turned on his side drawing his knees up to his chest. Cole pressed the gun in to his neck pulling back the hammer!
"I'm calling you a fucking Kike," Cole said close to the man's ear. "We could have done this the easy way, but obviously you decided that we're doing this the hard way!"
"I didn't decide'''!" the man tried to say.
"Shut up!" Cole screamed slamming the butt of the gun against the side of the man's head. "You just fucking shut your cock-sucking mouth right now! You did this! I told you to keep your fucking hands where I could see them, and you didn't! You decide how this goes! You could have done as I told you, but you didn't! You did this to you, not me!"
"You don't call me a fucking Kike," the man said trying to turn on to his side again. "I'm Jewish, not a Kike! You can go to Hell!"
"You don't like that word?" Cole said with a cheerful note in his voice the man found scary. "Okay, how about degenerate Fagot instead? You like that better? My group and I know what a disgusting nasty Queer you are! We saw you at one of those talks you gave a few weeks ago, and I was told to deal with you! You're a dirty Jew which is bad enough, but you like taking it up the ass as well! That's even worse! I mean, maybe you like giving it up the ass rather than taking, how does that work exactly? Oh never mind, it doesn't fucking matter. The point is that I'm here to hold you accountable for the disgusting piece of shit you are! You don't belong here, and no one wants you here you degenerate Jew Fag! Pack up, and get the fuck out! Now!"
"How do you expect me to do that!" the man moaned in pain,. "You fucking slammed me in the balls! I can't exactly get up easily!"
"You really do like to mouth off to people don't you!" Cole said, and he was readying himself to do the final thing that had to be done. "I'll teach you about disrespecting the White Race and our values!"
The man got in a punch to Cole's shoulder, and though it was a hard one that would have been painful under most circumstances, the blow only served to enrage Cole more than he already was! He slammed the man in the groin two times both with all the strength he had in his legs, then he rained several blows down on the man's face. The man tried to throw Cole off, but he held on, and he wrestled the man on to his stomach at which point Cole administered two kicks to each of the man's kidneys, then he moved the man on to his side once he began throwing up.
"Oh, sorry about that," Cole said laughing. "I guess you'll have to get something else for dinner. I have to go now, but you remember what I said. If you need help, I'll give you a little motivation. My group has been watching you for weeks as I said a moment ago. If you are still here when we check back in a couple of days, and by couple of days, I mean 48 hours Bitch. If you're still here, we know where you live, and we know where your Fag boyfriend works. We know that sometimes he's alone in your guy's little AIDS-infected love nest, so we'll probably pay him a visit, and then you'll have to make out with him or figure out how to after his jaw has been wired shut."
"No please!" the man said sobbing now. "Just leave us alone, and don't hurt Will! Please, just leave him alone!"
"Just do as you're fucking told, and maybe Will might still be around for you to fuck for another day! Whatever, just lay there and cry like a little Bitch!"
Cole slammed the guy in the jaw with the butt of his gun as if to close the visit, then he ran through the whole in the window as the police car was barely a minute away from the store. Cole had just barely escaped the cops.
0000
Cole
I jerked awake from the memory, and I waited to see if my heart would stop pounding as if it was going to explode. I waited, and after a minute I turned to look at my bedside clock,. It was after 2:00 A.M. Wednesday morning, and I remembered getting to bed a few hours before after saying goodnight to Daniel and Justin. I had fallen asleep quickly enough, but the dreams had been bad with the one of me beating up the store clerk being the one that closed this night of nightmares.
I got out of bed and used the restroom, then got a glass of water from the kitchen, and after I drank it I returned to my room, but I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time remembering how I had gotten to the point of being involved in the group I had been in before I came to live with Daniel and Justin.
I had been born in to a family in which abuse, violence and coldness were the norm. My mom was drunk frequently, and by that I mean she was drunk almost every night, as well as even more hateful when she was drunk. My dad was hardly home since he was away on business, but when he was home he was violent, as well as verbally abusive. I was the only child, and I at times would wonder if having brothers and sisters would have helped, but as I got older I decided that they would probably have gotten beaten on as well.
There were times when I would sleep over at my Aunt and Uncle's house who were on my dad's side of the family, and while they were nice to me, I didn't feel comfortable to tell them about what was going on at my house, and I started figuring that most kids lived this way as I got to be around six and seven. There was also the issue of how when my Aunt and Uncle would see me without my shirt when I was getting ready for my bath that they saw the bruises and marks all over my sides, back and arms, but they didn't say anything, and somehow I knew that telling them wouldn't be a good idea.
My dad had even said several times after beating me, that he'd kill me if I ever told anyone what was going on, and he made sure to tell me in specific detail how he'd do it, and that had its desired result, and I stayed quiet.
In short, the lack of family support, as well as having few friends since a lot of the kids at school would bully me for either my small size, the ripped up and worn out clothes in which I was regularly dressed, or both, all of that made it possible for me to be open to coming in to contact with the group to which I'd become a member when I was 13.
It felt amazing in the beginning while in the group. It seemed like the leader cared about me, and there wasn't any violence against me starting out. I hoped that things might start getting better, but once I was an official member of the White Avengers which was the name of the group, things turned out completely differently, but by then it was too late and I had no way out, at least I didn't think so at the time.
Once I started hanging out more and more with the group once I met the leader in February, just weeks after turning 13, my parents didn't even notice when I started staying out of the house more and more, including for several days and nights at a time, and they also didn't pay much attention when I'd come home late after sitting up with the leader of the group while he delivered hate-filled sermons on how the New World Order was destroying America as we knew it, as well as how the N****rs and Fagots were over-running our country.
It started making sense to me, and while I don't know exactly how I started believing so completely what he was saying, I knew that it resonated with me mainly because it was touching the hateful and angry parts of me that were always inflamed, and always active. Whatever the one specific thing was, I believed what he was saying, and his hates became mine, and his lust to beat, terrorize and kill became my own urges, and I wanted to do what he did and be along-side him as we took back our country from those we believed were destroying it.
By the time I ran away from home to live with the leader and his group of other boys known as the White Avengers, my parents hadn't even filed a Missing Person's Report with the police, so I was free to be with my new family. I was free to do what I was destined to do, and free to be the powerful White Man I was called to be according to our leader. I was truly free as I settled in to life with the group, or so I thought.
I thought about all that, and as I thought about how things had changed once I became an official member of the group, as well as began officially living with them, I had been allowed to stay in the house with the leader as well as his wife between April and May of 2019, but then around June, was immediately moved in to a large barn-like structure with eight other boys ranging in ages from 13 to 19, and I was the second 13-year-old there, and once I was moved in with the other boys, I asked the leader why he moved me out of the house. He administered a savage blow to my jaw, and I fell on my ass!
"Don't you ever fucking question your leader ever again!" he screamed at the top of his lungs! "You'll move where ever I fucking tell you to move! Now get up!"
I did so, and he dragged me in to the barn with all the other boys, and by this time it was late at night, and it was still warm in the structure. It was June, and I figured that I as well as the other boys would be in during many hot nights here until Fall and Winter came again..
"The heat will help toughen some of you weaklings up, as well as further the toughening up that the rest of you are under-going currently," the leader said then he tossed a thin blanket at me along with a pillow, and I set them up away from the other boys, and I lay down to hopefully get some sleep.
As I came out of the memories, I got back in bed and tried to clear the memories from my mind. Eventually I did, and I fell back asleep for the rest of the night.
Author's Notes
I realize that this might be a hard story for some of you to read. I can imagine that some of the people reading might have dealt with Anti-LGBT kids or Anti-LGBT Adults in the past, and so this might be triggering for you, and so if some of you are unable to continue reading on I'll understand. That being said though, while I have had certain storylines within a couple of my other stories featuring Anti-LGBT bullies who were also kids, I wanted to tell a story in which it's the main character who's the Anti-LGBT Bully, and I wanted to go through what it would be like for the character to be in the life of hate and violence they were in at the time, as well as tell the part of the story of how they were able to get out of it and find redemption. So this story is my attempt at doing that.
If some of you are wondering why I didn't start the story off immediately with Cole in some of the scenes where he was who he used to be, I wanted to at least show some of the good side in him. I don't believe that a story would work very well if half of, or if not all of the readers start off barely three sentences of the story in wanting the character dead. I think that would hardly accomplish what I'm trying to do, so I wanted to start off easing everyone in to who Cole is, as well as show who he once was.
I thought for a long time about how I wanted to tell his story as well. That is to say, that I wasn't sure if I should have several chapters that show him in his old life, and that be the first part of the story, then have a second part made up of several chapters in which we see Cole in his new life. I thought that if I did it in that particular format, then all of you would be having to read through chapter after chapter of violence, abuse and hateful words, and so I decided to tell the story in the non-linear format in which I've began writing it. This is after all how I've written a couple of my other stories, so I figured that it would work this way once again with the past events being told through flashbacks to give readers a chance to process everything without having to read through chapter after chapter of violence as I said a moment ago.
All that being said, I do hope you all if not immediately, then at least as the story progresses will start to like Cole, and enjoy the story as it unfolds. Also, I hope everyone is having a good evening, and I'll see you all in Chapter Two.