Coles Redemption

Cole's Redemption By James

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Cole's Redemption

Chapter 25 The Final Chapter

Cole

It was nearing the end of mine and Kevin's Senior Year of high school, and we were excited for things to wrap up! It had been a long year, especially with Kevin and his family fighting with our state's Vocational Rehabilitation Agency to pay for him to go to college. The counselor had continued stating that he didn't think that college was for Kevin, and even if they could open up funding for him to go, that the most they'd be able to help pay for would be classes for Business-related subjects which had to do with helping prepare the student for doing different office-related jobs.

During that meeting in which the counselor had said that which happened in the middle of December, Kevin's dad finally stood up and after Kevin's mom stood with him, they motioned for Kevin to get up as well. They both told the counselor that they would be looking for other options, and then Kevin let the counselor know that he wanted to say something. When the counselor motioned for him to go ahead, Kevin held nothing back.

"No doubt you've heard of the Nazi Party and what they did in Germany," Kevin began. "Everyone screams, cries, shits their pants, pisses their pants as well as pukes everywhere at how doctors under the Third Reich cut people open without anesthesia, shoved broken glass in to wounds of prisoners then gassed many groups of people."

"The way you're saying all that is totally unprofessional," the counselor said.

"Yeah, well here's something else totally unprofessional," Kevin shot back. "Shut your STD-infected cock-sucker until I'm finished! I'm not done yet, so get comfortable Bitch!

As I was saying before you interrupted me my fine intellectually stunted and psychologically inferior A-Bod, everyone knows about the stomach-turning crimes against humanity the Nazis committed. I find that all disgusting as well. I'm disabled given my inability to speak as most A-Bods do. Disabled people were killed in Germany when it was under the terror of the Nazis. I'm also openly Gay, and many LGBT people were killed when the Nazis were in power in Germany. So I believe that I can understand to a certain extent what horrors went on there.

That being said though, I am far more terrified by those in power who gave the orders for the gassings, medical torture that's incorrectly labeled as "Medical Experimentation", and other horrors that went on there. Individuals such as Adolf Eichmann who without any true hatred or joy signed the various death orders for Jews and other people to be sent to the gas chambers. Eichmann has been known throughout the last several decades as a "Desk Murderer", and with just a signature he allowed for the killing of people who didn't deserve any of what was done to them!

Now how does this relate to us and our meeting here today you might ask, well I'll tell you how it relates my intellectually inferior little A-Bod. It relates in the sense that while you and your deplorable organization claim you want to see the disabled be able to follow their dreams, and to work like any person who's not disabled, you push us towards jobs that usually see us working in an office either answering a phone all day or banging away at a computer keyboard all day entering in data for some boss. Your discriminators even have us under-go assessments that look at our various skills in terms of education, psychological state, and other things before you'll even consider paying for college. Sure if we have a rich mommy and daddy who aren't bigoted Mother Fuckers like yourself who will pay for us to go to college then we can, but if after your exercise in discrimination you call a Vocational Assessment, you decide that you guys won't pay for our college classes and related things and should we not have that aforementioned rich mommy or daddy, then we basically have no choice but to either look for work by way of various job developers who you guys will pay for, but they'll just keep pushing for us to look for the same jobs you push us towards.

In the meantime, unless we live with our parents, and in so far as we're our own guardians, then we would most likely look for a Section 8 apartment to live in, and we would hope that it wasn't some Rat-infested shithole in a crime-ridden area of town while we wait for that job to come that might never. That's if some of us in the Disabilities Community don't just give up looking for work out of total frustration at the Institutional Discrimination thrown at us by sick Fucks like you! What underlies all of this is the belief that you guys through your actions clearly have which is nothing new. It's still the belief that we who are disabled don't have either the physical, intellectual or any other means by which to do the same or similar work in society as those who are able-bodied. Eugenics was the means by which we were eliminated decades ago, and here in America that was usually accomplished by means of sterilization of the mentally challenged, People of Color and other so-called "Undesirables". Now things like that aren't done, but the attitudes that drove Eugenics are now communicated by way of scum bag Ableists moralizing about whether or not we have the right to collect a monthly check from the government that allows us to get the basics unless or until we can get a job, and even then it might not be enough to keep the rent paid, lights on and food on the fucking table!

The bottom line is that you guys and what you do keeps us as out of mainstream society as best as you can, and if you have to allow us a place in mainstream society, then it's an extremely limited place at that. It ensures that the Able-Bodied are still kept up at the top, and like Adolf Eichmann with his pen, you just as dispassionately sign orders that could see us, and often do see us in our own ghetto, out of the way of those you truly do cherish and value. No, you guys don't sign orders that order for our murders, but what your orders do call for is far more dangerous, demeaning and cruel, for the low quality of life a lot of us face due to your orders can and does result in lives that can be hard, painful and psychologically and/or physically painful and difficult so that people in our community have few options which only further any isolation they experience, as well as furthering the marginalization we already can face thus insuring that it is harder for us to have a truly meaningful quality of life as well as the same for our ability to fully participate in all aspects of society be it personal as well as educational, and professional.

Adolf Eichmann was a "Desk Murderer", which I suppose you could say is the ultimate in discrimination, and you're a "Desk Discriminator", and given the psychological suffering I'm sure that a lot of the disabled face after however long they have to put up with your discriminatory Bullshit, they have what I can only imagine as really profound psychological issues such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and other similar problems, and that I consider to be a murder of these people psychologically and even spiritually. If not killing them in those ways, then you eventually destroy the chances for who they could become, especially if they have few or no other resources on which they can otherwise rely.

You are our modern-day equivalent of a "Desk Murderer", or I should say that you're the ultimate "Desk Murderer" for what you rob these people of in other ways that aren't always in terms of being related to their physical bodies. You truly are evil for that, and for me, it's not the SS guard with his weapons and uniform that I fear, as we've seen the likes of him throughout history, but the person calmly sitting at a desk signing an order for death, or in my case, Institutional Discrimination, and who signs it as indifferently as another person might toss a used Kleenex into the trash. Even more sad as well as frightening, you, and your fellow so-called counselors and those above you authorizing such horrors don't even know you're horrible, hateful and evil people.

You might say that we're not evil, hateful, or wanting to do anything bad to you and others who have disabilities, but if you think that gets you off the hook, you'd be wrong. None of the people who participated in Hitler's Third Reich believed themselves to be evil either. There were doctors who before going to perform Medical Torture, or gassings on prisoners got drunk before doing it. Why? Because they on some level had to know that what they were doing was wrong. Evil when being committed never feels like evil, and those perpetrating it always have their reasons. They absolutely do, but their reasons in the end don't make what they're doing right or good.

I'll be leaving now, and I don't know what will happen with my future, but I'll be damned if I'm going to have my life affected in a negative way by "Desk Discriminators" such as you. Goodbye, and I hope God or whoever you believe in up there forgives you for the evil you visit upon our community every day that you call serving the community. Oh, and the term I used for you during the few minutes I've spoken that is the term A-Bod, that's short for Able-Bodied. Just thought you'd like to know. Whore."

"You're going to let him talk this way to me?" the counselor asked face dark red with rage.

"What way?" Kevin's dad asked. "You mean in the way that comes with telling a paper pushing Cunt like you the truth of what and who you really are? Sure I am."

"Needless to say, your services will no longer be required," Kevin's mom said. "I truly mean this from the bottom of my heart, that I deeply hope that you and those above you go straight to Hell and fry there forever when you all leave this Earth. I absolutely shudder to think how many other lives you people have limited, destroyed, or made more difficult with your Bullshit!"

With that, she walked towards the door, and Kevin and his dad followed leaving the counselor sitting looking after them with his mouth hanging open, totally surprised that anyone dared to speak to him as they did.

Kevin had told me that story once he got to my house, and I truly admired his courage, and was glad that he stood up for himself. Fortunately, as the days went by, several searches turned up a few organizations who advocated for the disabled, and they all got in contact with Kevin and his family. Almost all of them were funded by the donations of people who lived within Sangger and within the state, but after they all looked at the money they had, they were able to get enough together, and once Kevin visited Sangger U, and after he talked with the people there, things were in place for him to attend classes after graduating from Sangger High. I was so excited for him, and between both of us, we considered that to be one of the best gifts he received for Christmas!

The other thing that happened in March of our Senior Year, was something that I as well as my mom, dad and Justin had been waiting for, for what seemed like a long time. My dad had started adoption proceedings to adopt me shortly before I met my biological mom. That all finally came through with the papers arriving showing the adoption as being final in March of mine and Kevin's Senior Year which was the time I mentioned a moment ago. We all looked at the papers, and I read them to Justin. He smiled, and we shared a long hug! I then hugged our mom, dad then Kevin and we then made dinner which was one of my favorites to celebrate. We made tacos and burritos with the usual side dishes, and it all turned out really good!

When we got started on making dinner that Wednesday night, we called Stephen, William, David and Trenton to see if they'd be able to join us, and fortunately they all were able to come. Cody and Chance were also able to make it, and as they started arriving, my dad let us know that we would need more stuff to make extra food. He went and got it, and I was glad to see that with him getting more stuff to make extra food with, that everyone would have enough to eat.

"Congratulations once again!" Stephen said hugging me.

"I'm really happy for you as well!" Will said as we shared a hug also.

David and Trenton once again congratulated, as well as hugged me again, and I thanked both of them also. Everything was all in place, and I was glad to finally be somewhere I belonged. I was truly glad to have around me the family and friends that for a long while part of me wanted all along, but never thought I'd have!

Dinner was really good, and we all really enjoyed ourselves. After everyone left save for Kevin, he and I were in my room holding each other while talking and continuing to plan our future. I was totally settled on a career in counseling, and I not only wanted to help kids who had been through abuse, trauma, and isolation, but I also wanted to help those at risk for being radicalized into hate groups like what had happened to me. Kevin was deeply supportive of this, and that truly meant a lot to me.

Kevin wanted to get a degree in counseling so he could help people who were disabled, and he wanted to work with kids, as well as adults. I could tell just how much this meant to him, and I wanted to be as supportive of him as he was being with me. He was glad to have my support, and I knew it meant a lot to him.

"I had wondered if you were going to do something involving helping At-Risk kids," Kevin said after a couple of moments of silence in our conversation. "I mean, sure you were able to be helped out of your situation, and you've truly changed for the better. You've added to people's lives in really profound ways, and you've definitely added goodness to my life. I think it's obvious though that this isn't the case for others who were living the life you had been living, and that some of them are either dead or in jail if not prison for being mixed up in the groups that they're in."

"That's true," I answered. "I want to go further with it though. Kids like me and others didn't just drop into the groups of the Edgar Bradlys of the world out of the sky, and we sure as hell didn't develop in a vacuum. We were left alone, in families of either abuse, or in families who just assumed that what was going on behind the bedroom doors of their children on their computers was simply homework, looking at cute cat and puppy videos on either TikTok or YouTube. If not that, then they assumed that whatever issues their kids were going through would work themselves out, and those are the families who as I said weren't actively abusing their kids.

How many kids right now at 14, 15 or other young ages are sitting alone in a bedroom with their laptop opened, or even more relevantly on their tablets and/or smart phones looking up what seems like non-threatening videos such as those of Jordan Peterson telling kids to stand up with their shoulders straight, and to clean their rooms. Then these same speakers say things that dove-tale with Anti-Transgender TERF ideologies, or other things that dove-tale with Racist talking points without actually saying things about Blacks being inferior? Then as the kids keep going, then they're into actual hateful videos such as those from the likes of David Duke or Henrik Palmgren of the since terminated YouTube Channel on which he hosted the Red Ice TV show with his wife? How dark can it get, and worst yet these kids won't even know it until it's too late, and then they're at risk for the hate groups to come in."

"I completely agree," Kevin said. "I don't want to see things like this continue when they never needed to be like this in the first place."

"I'm glad you understand," I answered. "I'm also glad that you're on the path you're on regarding wanting to help other disabled people. I can only imagine how many disabled kids and disabled adults who are without any hope or help, because of Assholes like the one you had to deal with, or they're completely without any programs that can help at all."

"Exactly," he responded. "I know that I was lucky to have the support both financially, socially, and emotionally that I've had currently that will allow me to go to college, and further myself to what I want to accomplish, but that's just my experience, and had I not broken free from the system, then I'd still be fighting with that creep, or possibly another even less invested version of him. Then adding to the problem is that there are other kids and adults who are disabled, and who have no choice but to use these defective programs. No, defective isn't the correct term. These programs within the Vocational Rehabilitation System aren't defective nor dysfunctional. The system as is often said by various intellectuals who understand these systemic issues isn't broken, it's working just exactly as intended, and that's the real issue! It's time for that to change!"

"It absolutely is," I replied. "I'll be here by your side all the way as you work for that change, and anything I can do to help along the way, I'm willing."

"Thanks, and that really means a lot to me!" he said.

"You're welcome," I answered. "I'm glad to help, as well as to be supportive of you."

We kissed a couple of times, and after saying good night to everyone, we showered then once in bed, we fell immediately asleep. It had been a long, and wonderful evening!

Seven Months Later

Cole

It was now October, and Kevin and I had been at Sangger U for about a month-and-a half at this point. We were living in one of the student apartments, and when we had moved in, we found it to be a comfortable living space. We didn't see each other most of the day, but on breaks we would have lunch together sometimes in the cafeteria, and mostly we would either eat at the apartment, or out at one of the near-by restaurants. We were also making friends, and many of them were supportive of us being LGBT, as well as being a couple. Many of them were also LGBT from one degree or another, and I was glad to see that. It was exciting when we had gotten into our apartment, and after Dad, Mom, Justin, and Kevin's parents had helped with getting the last of the boxes moved in, they helped with setting up a few things we needed, and after saying goodbye to all of them, Kevin and I got the apartment organized to our liking, and then began our life as college students.

I had wondered how Justin especially would do with me out of the house. He and I were best friends as well as we were brothers, and I knew that he had really come to trust, rely on, and deeply love me. I felt the same towards him as well, and about a week before I was set to leave for mine and Kevin's apartment, I was in my room packing a few items I'd need at the apartment, and as I was placing the boxes next to a couple of rows of bigger already-packed boxes, Justin knocked on the door jam, and I told him he could come in.

As he walked in and sat on the edge of my bed I noticed once again how tall he had gotten, and though it was the third time I noticed in the last couple of months, I noticed that it still felt like it was for the very first time that I was seeing the changes within him. He was more muscular now as well, and his shoulders were becoming broader and more filled out as well. He was even starting to show peach fuzz on his upper lip, and I noticed that as I stared at him while he sat down on the edge of my bed. When had that happened?

"How's the packing going?" he asked looking in my direction.

I came over and sat down beside him putting an arm around him, and he leaned into me.

"It's about finished aside from packing up my shower and other toiletry items," I replied. "I'll obviously be packing them up probably the night before Kevin and I leave."

"That's good," he said, and I noticed that he sounded slightly sad, but was trying to keep as much of a happy tone in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm glad it's coming along really well," I answered.

He turned to me then and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I know you'll be close by when you go off to college, but I'm still really going to miss having you here at home," he said, and I could tell that he was sad now.

I took him in a hug, and he held on. He wasn't crying, but I could tell that we needed to have this moment between us.

"I'm really going to miss you as well Justin," I said as he rested his head on my shoulder. "It'll feel different without you at the apartment as well, I'm sure. I really do love you, and you're my brother, as well as best friend. I love the time we spend together, and I'm really glad that I've been able to be a role model on whom you can depend, and from whom you've been able to learn a lot that can help you."

"You really have taught me a lot as we've gotten to know each other Cole," he said as we continued holding on to each other. "I love you too, and you really have shown how good of a person you can be, and I'm really glad that dad decided to let you come and live with us when you needed a place to stay."

"So am I," I said. "I just want you to know that even though I'll be at college, I'm still going to be coming home at certain times, definitely on holiday breaks such as for Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. I might even be coming home on a weekend each month, and you're always welcome to visit me at the apartment as well."

"Thanks, and that really means a lot," he replied as he then kissed my cheek, and I did the same.

"You're welcome," I replied. "You're always welcome at mine and Kevin's apartment anytime. I really do mean that."

"I really appreciate that," he said. "Thanks Cole."

"You're welcome Justin," I said as we hugged again.

Finally, the day came when we were set to move into our apartment, and mine and Justin's parents were as emotional as were Kevin's as they started readying themselves to leave after the last item was unpacked that they were helping us with. Kevin's parents had left a few minutes before after saying goodbye to both of us, as well as to Justin and our parents, and so it was just Kevin, Justin and our parents left.

Finally, the bed was put together, and once it was made, my mom and I hugged.

"I'll really miss you," she said as we held each other tightly. "I really am proud of you, and you've turned out to be a really amazing, kind and caring young man as well as a warm and loving son. I'm grateful every day that I was able to have a second chance with you, and I'll always treasure every moment we have together as I always do and have been doing."

"Me too," I said. "You've been a truly loving and caring mom to me, and I'll always be grateful for us being able to have that second chance again. You've supported me and have really helped me as I've continued going through life, and your love and support have truly meant a lot to me."

"Thank you, Cole," she responded. "That really means a lot. I love you, more than anything."

"I love you more than anything as well," I replied.

After we hugged once more, she went to start the car leaving my dad and I to say goodbye.

"Like your mom said," he began. "You're an amazing son, and I'm deeply honored to have been given the chance to be a father to you. I love every moment we spend together and will continue to treasure every moment we continue spending together as time goes by. You've been really kind, caring, compassionate and loving, and most of all you've gotten good and even better at that as we've continued to be in each other's lives.

You've been loving towards me, and to your mom. Even more wonderful is how good of an older brother and best friend you've been to Justin. He really loves you, and I know that you love him just as deeply. That's also what made me love you as deeply as I do, because of how good you've been to him. Just keep being you and do well here. I just wanted to tell you that, and that like your mom said, she's really proud of you, and so am I. I love you Cole, and I always will."

"I love you too Dad," I said as we hugged tightly. "You've given me a chance when others wouldn't, and you opened your home to me, and showed me what a real father is, and what it means to be loved by someone, and what it means to show love to others. You've helped me to become a better person and gave me the strength to keep working towards being and staying on the road to being a good person others in the world could be proud of. I love you for that, and always will. I'm really and truly glad to call you my dad!"

"I'm deeply happy to call you my son," he replied as we hugged once more, gave each other a kiss on the cheek, then after Justin let him know that he would be out to the car in a moment, our dad went out to the car, and Kevin went into the kitchen to organize the dishes and silverware.

Justin came up to me as I stood beside the bed, and I reached for him, and we hugged for a long moment. He had his cheek pressed to mine, and I could feel the wetness on the side of my neck.

"I'm really going to miss you Cole," he said through his tears. "I know you'll be close by, but still, it'll feel different with you not in the house for a while."

"I'm going to miss you as well," I said as I started crying now too. "I've really enjoyed having you around also, and you've brought a lot of joy, laughter, and fun times to my life, as well as to our household. You're a good brother, and you loved me when most people probably thought that I didn't deserve it."

"You've been really good to me as well," he responded. "You've loved me, as well as respected me and not only that, but you loved me even in spite of my Blindness and did your best to not act like you were above me nor did you act like I was broken. You believed in me, starting out. Best of all, you got even stronger in your belief in me, and did everything you could to support me, and that really means a lot!"

"Thanks," I said. "I was glad to believe in you, as well as be supportive of you. I'll always support you and will always be there for you whenever you need me."

"I know, and that really means a lot," he answered. "We got each other's backs don't we."

Absolutely," I said as we hugged for another long moment.

Our tears had since stopped, and we just stood there like that for a long time, just holding each other, and Justin was the first to separate after kissing my cheek which I returned.

"I love you Cole," he said as we held each other's hand for a moment.

"I love you too Justin," I answered.

Kevin and Justin said goodbye next, and after they agreed that they'd see each other again soon, Justin let me know that Kevin and I could walk with him to the car. We did so, and after he got in and fastened his seat belt, I said goodbye to him, as well as to Mom and Dad again. Then after they replied, I stood there with Kevin as he stood beside me while we watched the car recede in the distance.

That evening felt almost like a lifetime ago, and as I powered down my laptop after finishing my homework for the day on that dark and rainy Friday afternoon in October, I had thought back on those events after putting away my notes and textbooks before shutting down my laptop.

I had in fact kept in touch with my family, as well as Kevin and I had kept in touch with his family also. As for Cody and Chance, they were attending another university in the state, but we got to see them a couple of times a month, and Cody was studying to become a doctor. Chance was studying Music Theory but was already on his way to becoming really good at performing music, and was getting deep in to doing stuff with different friends around the city involving playing and performing Metal Music among various other genres.

I figured that Cody would go on to do something related to helping people, and as I got to know him more, I figured that he would look at going towards something involving helping people. I was glad to see that both of them were following their dreams, and best of all, they were doing really well in their relationship. They started out as friends who enjoyed hot sex with each other, and even when they were getting together for the times that were specifically for having sex, they promised that they'd have sex only with each other, and as time went by they both got to the point of discovering how much they had come to love each other as friends, and as possible romantic partners, and they had become boyfriends about six months after Kevin and I had started our relationship, and I was really happy for them as was Kevin!

As I thought about Cody and Chance, as well as how well they were doing, I heard my phone ring. Kevin was in the bedroom finishing up his own homework assignments, and I answered the phone as I sat in the living room at the main computer desk we had set up there.

"Hello," I said as I moved to the recliner in the corner of the living room and sat down in it.

"Hey, how's the homework coming along?" a boyish, but slightly deep voice asked.

"Uh, it's good?" I said completely thrown off for a moment, then it started to click.

Then there was laughter, and he continued.

"Oh my god bro. You don't even know who this is do you?"

"Justin?" I said still trying to reconcile the voice with the image of him.

We hadn't seen each other yet since we got Kevin and I settled in to our apartment back towards the end of August, and though he and I talked a couple of times a week, there were still times when a week here and there would go by without us talking given how busy we were with him dealing with school, and me dealing with assignments both in class, and outside the class room, so in those moments we would e-mail, or text each other.

We had talked the week before last, and when we did, I thought I had noticed a slight change happening in his voice, and now it really was apparent.

"You'd be correct," he said, and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as I imagined his face with said smirk on it.

"Sorry for the confusion just now," I said. "I wasn't prepared for how much your voice has changed. Also, I didn't think to look at the caller ID on my phone's screen."

"That's amazing," he said. "The magical tool known as the "Smart Phone" has had that cool feature of the number of the person calling you that displays on its screen for probably the last several million years it's been in existence. I just thought I'd remind you."

"Oh, and we also have a new-found teenaged sarcasm do we," I said as we laughed.

"Totally," he replied.

After we talked about how school was going for him, and how my classes were going, I asked if he wanted to get together with Kevin and I for dinner that night unless Mom and Dad had anything planned.

He said that Mom and Dad were going to be going out for dinner with each other, and after he checked with them, they agreed to bring him over, and then it was set once I checked with Kevin who was glad to have Justin coming over.

The knock sounded at the door to our apartment about 10 minutes later, and once I heard my dad and mom announce themselves, I opened the door, and they stood there with Justin between them. I looked at him, and he had shot up a few more inches which amazed me! He was more filled out throughout mainly his upper body, and he even had what appeared to be a slight dusting of hair on his arms that hadn't been there only two months ago. He was truly growing in to his own.

"Hey, it's really good to see you guys!" I said as I hugged both our parents, and they greeted me as well as Kevin.

"It's really nice to see you as well Justin!" I said as we shared a hug.

"Same here," he answered, and his voice was definitely deeper than it had been back in August. It had only a hint of boyish sound in it now, and I figured that within another couple of months that would disappear also.

After our mom and dad left after we let them know we'd call them once we got back from taking Justin to dinner with us, they left to go out for their own dinner.

"I really like your guy's place," Justin said as he looked around, then sat down in the recliner which seemed to be his favorite seat in the house. "You guys have done a really good job with it."

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," he replied.

We talked for a bit about how he was doing in school, his friends and about how he and his best friend who was a boy named Elliott were getting along. From what Justin had told me when he first started school for the year back at the end of August, Elliott had started at his school for the first time, and so was a new kid. He and Justin hit it off immediately, and Elliott was quick to adjust to the fact that Justin is blind, a fact for which I was really grateful. They had been spending the night starting out at one another's house on Friday nights, then at the end of September, Elliott's parents talked to our parents, and once Justin and Elliott agreed to it, they were able to start spending both Friday and Saturday nights together. They had been doing Friday nights mainly because Elliott had to help his dad with different details of projects that were getting done around the house on Saturdays, but that had ended at the end of September so the boy now had more free time, so fortunately he and Justin could hang out more on the weekends.

"I'm glad you and Elliott have become really good friends," Kevin said.

"I'm really glad to hear that as well," I added.

"Thanks, and I feel the same way," Justin replied.

After we had a couple of seconds of silence, Justin excused himself to answer a text from who it turned out to be Elliott. They would be getting together later that evening once our parents brought him back home, and Elliott would be dropped off with him.

As Justin went in our bedroom to answer the text, I watched him go, and I had noticed how his face really lit up when he heard Elliott's name being announced when the text came through. I wondered if it was just excitement or was there something more. I looked over at Kevin who seemed to be deep in thought, then I heard the door to our room close softly.

"Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing," Kevin signed looking over at me.

"Obviously I'm not trying to read too much into it, but if something more happens between them then I wish them well," I said.

"So do I," he answered.

Justin returned after a moment smiling, and he got his coat from where he draped it over the armrest of the recliner.

"Are you ready to go get food?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "Elliott was just letting me know that he would be eating, then would be over at my house around 8:30 P.M. this evening."

"Good," I answered looking at my phone's clock which read 5:00 P.M. We still had a couple of hours.

Once at the restaurant, we got seated and then we all looked at the menu with Justin using one of the Braille menus they fortunately had. After deciding on our orders, we gave them to the waiter then enjoyed our drinks that came. The seating arrangement was really nice as well with the booth being a large one that was one of the wrap-around types that could seat several people around the table. Justin was sitting between Kevin and I with Kevin being on the other side of me, and that put Justin on my right side.

As we sat there talking, there was a couple of seconds in which conversation lagged for a moment, and a couple of people were sitting behind us talking. When I discreetly checked out the table behind us, I saw that it was three girls and two boys who all looked to be around 15 or 16, and one of the boys was saying something about some new album that was coming out.

As he said how cool it sounded, I saw that Justin was trying not to turn his head around to listen in, but he was fixated on what the guy was saying, and I could tell that he was picking up on something in the boy's voice that he clearly liked.

Our food eventually arrived, and Justin got hot wings and fries, and I got a burger and onion rings, and Kevin got the same. We talked throughout dinner, and as we talked the group behind us continued talking, then as we got up to leave, the boy who Justin had been tuned into got up telling the group he would be back in a moment, and he had money in his hand held so as not to be too conspicuous to the eyes of others.

"Yeah, you'll all have the pleasure of my company again once I get back from paying the bill," he said as he turned which made him face us as he started walking, then he noticed me and Justin who were standing up so we could pay the bill ourselves while Kevin finished the last of his onion rings.

"Hey, nice shirt," the boy said, and I realized he was talking to me.

I had changed clothes after having returned back to the apartment from class earlier that day, and I had a shirt and blue jeans on with the shirt being one that sported the logo of the Swedish Melodic Death Metal band Amon Amarth across the front of it.

"Thanks," I said as the boy changed directions and stepped closer to me, then he complemented Justin on his shirt, and I noticed for the first time that his shirt was one showing the logo of the Norwegian Black Metal band Dimmu Borgir.

"Thanks," Justin said blushing, and he licked his lips nervously, and though he looked nervous, he still looked up at the taller boy with total interest.

The boy introduced himself as Braden, and after we all shook hands, and then saying how it was nice to meet one another, he was off to pay the bill, and Justin spoke throwing me for a moment.

"I'd sure love to have the pleasure of his company," Justin said softly enough so that he couldn't be heard, and he was obviously referring to what Braden had said to his friends as he got up to go and pay the bill before introducing himself to Justin and me.

"I looked at Justin, and he was smiling, and trying not to aim his gaze in the direction of where Braden was paying for his and his friends' food.

Kevin then got up to excuse himself to use the restroom, and we said we would wait for him in the car, and as I got in the back seat, and Justin got in beside me, we sat there, and I went to speak.

"Um, not to make a big deal out of it or anything, but what was that back there about what you said when Braden left to pay for his and his friends' food?" I asked as Justin blushed deep red.

"I have no idea what you're talking about he said smirking.

"Ahuh," I said laughing.

He joined in, then turned to face me.

"Okay, so I thought he sounded hot," he said blushing even harder now. "I mean, I could say more, but I wouldn't want to get graphic about my thoughts about how hot he sounded."

I laughed, then put a hand on his shoulder.

"So, are you saying that you're attracted to guys, or are you still figuring that out?" I asked. "That is, if there's anything for you to figure out."

"Oh, there's nothing to figure out," he said looking intently at me. "I've always known I liked boys since I was like seven or eight, but I just didn't feel ready to talk about it yet. Sure, Braden sounded hot for an older boy, but Elliott is really who I have my eye on right now. I think he likes me as well, and I would love if more than friendship could be a thing for us down the road at some point."

"That's really good to hear, and I'm definitely in your corner and will support you all the way."

"I know that, and that really does mean a lot," he said as we hugged. "So, if I come to your place at any point in a few months from now asking for K-Y and Condoms after Mom and Dad leave, you'll know why right?"

"Justin!" I exclaimed as I laughed. "I'm not going to have to worry about you too badly, am I?"

He laughed totally pleased with himself at getting that reaction out of me.

Dad and Mom had had a few more talks with Justin about sex even though our dad had talked with him about it shortly before I had come to live with them, but it was a basic talk, and though he didn't give him the typical heteronormative sex talk in that he included the idea of LGBT attractions, he was careful to keep it appropriate to Justin's age, so when they had the additional conversations with Justin going forward which now included information about condoms, lube, STIs, consent and other related topics, it wasn't too much of a surprise that Justin mentioned the aforementioned K-Y and condoms, but it still surprised me to hear him reference them.

"To answer your questions, if you truly feel like you'd be ready to go in that direction with Elliott at some point, I'll give you any advice you might need as would Mom and Dad," I said.

"Thanks, and I know you guys will," he replied.

Kevin and I got ready for bed later that night about an hour after Justin left with our mom and dad. Once we got back to the apartment, we sat and talked for a bit until Mom and Dad arrived, and after we all hugged and promised to get together for Sunday Dinner in a couple of days, they left after Justin exchanged hugs with Kevin and me.

Now as I got in to bed beside Kevin who was lying on his side facing me, I turned towards him as I put an arm around him as I looked at his profile in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

"Our boy is growing up," I said.

I then told him about the conversation Justin and I had in the car while we waited on him to come out and get in the car to start it and bring us back home.

"Wow! He really is growing up," Kevin exclaimed smiling. "I do hope that it works out between him and Elliott.

"So do I," I answered.

Just before Kevin exited the restaurant walking towards the car, Justin told me I could tell Kevin what we had talked about, and I said that I was fine with that.

Kevin and I lay there after finishing talking about what Justin and I had talked about, and then we made love for a couple of hours. We did that a couple of times during that week, and managed to do it a few times a week, but we really stretched it out on the weekends starting with Friday nights, and we had really intense sex that night as well! After we came extremely hard, we cleaned each other up, and once back in bed we shared several kisses, caressed each other tenderly, then I lay there as Kevin held me in his arms enjoying the feel of his warm body against mine.

"As I've watched you with Justin, you're definitely a good brother to him, but I can see also how good of a father you'd be at some point," Kevin said.

Hearing this surprised me. Kevin and I briefly talked a few months into our relationship about the possibility of kids someday if we were still together several years later, and I thought it would be nice, but then we dropped the idea as we had other things to focus on.

Hearing him bring up the possibility of us raising kids in the future for a second time now made me retreat out of the post-love-making doze in which I was lingering only seconds ago, and I propped myself up on my elbow looking into Kevin's eyes.

"You really do think I'd make a good father?" I asked.

"I truly do," Kevin replied emphatically.

I knew that I was so far from who I had been a few years ago, but still there was a small part of me that worried about if I'd pass on to my kids the issues that made me be open to the dark side as well, and though those fears were mostly gone in the last year-and-a half, they fought to surface now, and Kevin could see it. I was working to not give into them, and they were leaving me just as quickly as they were coming upon me.

"You're so far removed from the person you used to be Cole," he said as he hugged me tightly. "I know that you know deep down that what happened with you isn't some genetic curse that any kids of ours would be doomed to inherit, and that what happened with you was due mainly to the horrible environment in which you had been raised, as well as that leading to the needs not being met of which Edgar Bradly took total advantage.

With you and I being in the lives of our kids all of their lives, we wouldn't ever leave them in a situation of which someone like Edgar Bradly could take advantage. You've been so good with Justin, and he's really thrived under your guidance as well as under the guidance of your guys' mom and dad. He's really turning out to be an amazing boy and soon-to-be young man."

I was feeling better now, and I had total faith in myself, and in my abilities to aid in raising a child that Kevin and I might take into our home at some point, and I lay there with my head on Kevin's chest grateful for his love, support and his being there holding me in his arms at that moment.

"I love you so much," I said as I kissed him on the lips. "You're right, and thanks for reminding me, and I'll always remember that."

"You're welcome," he replied. "I love you too, and that's what I'm here for."

"I would love to have kids with you sometime when we get more settled," I went on.

"I'm glad to hear you say that" he answered. "That's also a good idea for us to get settled before having kids, and I'm guessing that you mean that you'd want to get through college, as well as getting a more permanent place of our own before taking in a kid or two?"

"Yeah, you're correct," I said.

"I feel the same way my love," he replied.

We kissed, then after I turned out the light we snuggled into each other's embrace, and I lay there with my head on my lover's chest falling asleep more quickly as I heard him already lightly snoring.

Epilogue

15 Years Later

Kevin was out at the store picking up stuff for dinner, and I sat watching the snow fall outside. I was in the kitchen with our son Noah who was 13 at the time, and we were working on the last bit of homework he had to complete so he could be done for that Friday evening.

It had been a really amazing adventure over the last several years, and I still sometimes can't believe all that Kevin and I accomplished in that time. We had attended and graduated from college with our degrees in counseling, adopted Noah about a year after finishing college when we moved into the home in which we all live now, then Kevin and I married a couple of months after Noah turned two. I was grateful and continue to be so for the family I have, as well as for mine and Justin's parents, as well as Kevin's parents all of whom have supported us along the way. Justin served as best man at our wedding, and Chance served as Kevin's best man while Noah held the rings for both of us. Cody helped with planning everything, as well as helping to decorate for the festivities. It was a really nice time, and I felt the ceremony really strengthen our love and our bond as husbands!

Cody and Chance were doing really well with Chance and his Metal band performing various concerts, and they had the band name Brain Destruction, and they were really well-known around Sangger and related areas but were fortunately becoming more famous around other further-away areas.

Cody was practicing medicine at Sangger University Hospital, and he was helping members of the LGBT Community who were with few health insurance options. He would see them regardless of ability to pay, and he was also working with a few new administrators who had begun working at the hospital within the last ten years who were tired of all of the authoritarian attitudes of some of the senior physicians in general and surgeons in particular. They had had enough of the temper tantrums thrown by some of the surgeons who had no problem yelling at residents in public, throwing trays of surgical instruments to the floor when they didn't get things their way as well as cussing out scrub nurses who they didn't feel were working as quickly as they thought they should. Cody never liked any of this hyper-masculine behavior, and he would call it out any time he saw it, and though the doctors in question tried yelling back at him, he stood his ground, and they'd walk off red-faced and cussing under their breath.

When the new admin team came on at the hospital, they talked with Cody, and it was going well with getting a lot of the nonsense stopped. I was glad to see that all that was getting fixed, as it needed to be a long time ago.

As for Justin and Elliott, they had really good support from Elliott's parents, as well as from our parents. Elliott's parents had figured that he was gay early on in his life, and they had let him know when he was around 10 that they would love him no matter who he dated, and he came out to them shortly after he realized that he liked Justin, though he allowed for Justin to tell them about himself when he was ready which didn't take too long.

Elliott's parents accepted them as a couple immediately, as did our parents, and I was truly glad to see that. I was also glad to see that they made it and are still together now. They really do make a cute couple, and I thought that since the first time I saw them together when on break from college for Thanksgiving mine and Kevin's first year of college.

Justin went on to college after graduating from high school, as well as did Elliott. Justin got his degree in counseling, and he put it to use with helping other blind people, and he specifically helps them with understanding issues of Ableism towards the disabled in general and towards the blind in particular. He also helps them with ways to cope with the emotional issues they face when having to deal with Ableist attitudes from society, and even refers them to other groups who can teach them more about disability and blindness from the Social Model of Disability as opposed to the far more popular as well as problematic "Medical Model" of Disability. He's really helped them, and he also helps people who are LGBT, and disabled or blind as well. He's also done a really amazing job with them, and I'm really proud of him!

Elliott went on to do work as an artist, specifically he produces a lot of paintings, and he's done really well with them. He loved painting since he was seven years old, and as he continued with it, he began selling paintings when he was 24, and he's been working at it ever since.

He paints pictures of people both famous and non-famous, and he also paints various nature scenes, and Kevin and I bought a couple of them from him a while back, and they've really added a lot of cheer to our living room!

As for Noah, we adopted him as I said, and he was a Ward of the State at the time due to the fact that his parents had abandoned him at the hospital. Kevin and I had decided to apply for a Foster Care License shortly after we moved into our home, and we knew that we wanted kids at some point, and we figured that we would enjoy fostering kids as well. Kevin and I were passionate about making sure that no kid would have to suffer in an abusive family, nor be out on the streets not if we could help it, and one of the Social Workers called us a few months after we had been living in our house, and he let us know that there was an infant at the hospital who had been abandoned by his family, and this was the one who would become our son Noah.

We didn't know it at the time, and we figured that we would take in Noah for a few months before another family would want him, but as we brought him home, and three months went by with no word from authorities, then six months went by and still no word. We waited two more months and after Kevin and I talked about it for a long time we approached Social Services and applied for adoption of Noah. It took almost six months, and finally the adoption came through and finally Noah was our son officially!

He did well with us, and Kevin worked hard to teach him care, love and compassion for others who were different than him. I worked with him on that as well, and I also taught him about being there for others who had no one there for them, and I figured that there would be a point at which I would tell him my story, and though I didn't know when that day might come, I figured that it would be a while, but it came when Noah turned 13, and our talk occurred about two months ago.

Noah and I had been talking after he finished the last of his homework, and he was telling me about one of the boys in his class, and about how he was being bullied at certain points during the day by a few of the older boys. Noah told me about it, because the boy whose name was Shawn had been grabbed and slammed in to a row of lockers earlier that day before lunch, and one of the older boys told him that they didn't need any Fags at school like him. Each time Noah would stick up for him on the occasions he would be there to witness anything, and that day when he saw them grab him, he couldn't get to him fast enough, but he was able to help Shawn up when the boys ran away laughing.

"I'm really glad that you have helped him," I said. "What has the principal done about any of this?"

"He's been calling the boys in to his office all the time, as well as reporting the problems to their parents, but these kids are the type who have parents who think they can do no wrong," Noah said looking completely disgusted.

"I know that this must be really hard to deal with," I said taking his hand. "It must be really hard for Shawn, as well as for you seeing what he's going through."

"It is," he replied holding my hand.

We then went into the living room and sat on the couch as Noah leaned into me once I put my arm around him. He continued talking and was saying that he talked to Shawn about inviting him over for a visit sometime, and Shawn said that he'd like that.

"I told him I'd check with you and Kevin," Shawn went on.

"Thanks," I replied. "It's fine with me, and I'm sure that Kevin will be cool with it as well. You can ask him once he gets home from work."

"Cool, thanks," he answered.

"You're welcome," I said.

Noah looked at me, and his deep-blue eyes were staring deep into mine, and I could tell he was searching for something. I always thought he had the most beautiful blue eyes, and his golden-blond hair was equally adorable!

"Dad?" he said as he snuggled in closer to me.

"Yeah?" I responded.

What was it like for you when you were growing up?" he asked. "You mentioned one time that you'd tell me all about what you were like as a kid one day soon, and that was when I was eight. You did tell me about how Grandma Hellen and Grandpa Daniel are your parents, and about how they adopted you and how Grandpa took you in when you were 15, but it was like you didn't want to say any more about it at the time."

"I wanted to wait until you were a little older," I began. "I was in a really bad place at that time when my dad took me into his home."

I then told him about how it as when I lived with the Hoffmans, and then told him about the hate group, me being taken away from Hellen as well as when I came to live with Daniel. I then finished talking, and I waited to see what Noah's reaction would be.

"Wow!" he said. "I can't believe all that you went through! I never would have guessed that you were in something like that guy's group, or that you did what you did to the people you hurt back then. I mean, I've met Stephen, Will Trenton and David a few times and you really do have a strong bond with them though, and that's really amazing especially with what you just told me.

"I'm just glad that you changed your ways, and I know you really have. You're a truly loving father, and a really good husband to Kevin, a good brother to Justin and a good friend to everyone around you. Like I said though, you've been a really good father to me, and I'm truly proud to call you my dad, and you've always been there for me, and I wouldn't want any other fathers than you and Kevin."

I felt tears standing in my eyes, and as I went to wipe at them, Noah hugged me tightly, and I held him just as tight, and I could feel the love he had for me in that moment, and I was glad that he was in my life, and that he was my son!

"I love you Noah," I said as we held each other. "You're the best son I could have ever asked for, and I truly am proud to be your father!"

"I love you too dad," he said as we leaned back on the couch holding each other a little while longer. "You're the best father I could have ever asked for."

"Thanks," I answered.

"You're welcome," he said.

Noah's voice jerked me out of my thoughts, and I was brought back to that snowy December afternoon with the endless amounts of snow falling from the sky with seemingly no end in sight. I looked across the table, and Noah was putting his book back in his book bag, and he held out his answer sheet.

"Sorry," I said. "I had just gotten lost in thought for a moment."

"It's no problem," he answered.

I checked over his homework, and after making sure it was correct, I handed it back and he put it and the bag in his room, then returned to his seat across from me. I went to say something to him, then my phone sounded.

I checked it, and it was Kevin letting me know that he was about five minutes away from the house. I texted that Noah and I were waiting on him, and then I put the phone down, then soon Kevin was walking through the door and we went to greet him.

Once he was settled in, we sat talking for a bit while Noah was in his room on the phone with Shawn. He came out of his room after a few minutes, and asked if Shawn could come over for dinner. He went on to say that he asked him about it but wanted to check with us while Shawn checked with his own parents. After we checked with his parents, Shawn was set to come over for dinner, and to hang with Noah for a few hours.

Once I lead Shawn into the living room after he arrived, I looked at him as he sat down beside Noah who was excitedly waiting to talk to him.

Shawn had Auburn hair that was a couple of inches long in the back that covered his neck slightly, and it stopped in the front just an inch or two above his eyes which were an emerald green. His skin was smooth and free of any facial hair. Noah had told me that he was almost 14, but he still looked like he was only 12, and when I saw him when he was standing there as I met him that evening for the first time, I saw that he was about 4-11 and was barely 104 Lbs.

As I watched him and Noah interacting, I saw that at first Shawn was reserved, though he was listening intently to everything that Noah was saying, and I could see that he was fighting hard to not show that he truly was interested in Noah.

Noah however either couldn't or wouldn't hide his interest in Shawn. His face was lit up the whole time they sat on the couch talking to each other as well as to us, and though sometimes it was an accident, I was starting to realize that most of the instances in which Noah's arm or leg would make contact with Shawn's, I saw the delight in Noah's eyes, and as we continued sitting in the living room, Shawn for all of his reserved attitude in the first 20 minutes, had finally began moving closer to Noah, and by the time that hour was passing into the next one, and Kevin was working on dinner preparations in the kitchen, Shawn and Noah's hands were close enough so that a credit card could bridge the gap, then Shawn's hand moved against Noah's and Noah took Shawn's hand, and they continued to hold hands as they talked.

After I finished telling them about what we were having for dinner which was fried Fish, mashed potatoes, and broccoli, they both said that it sounded good, then I let them know that dinner wouldn't be for a while if they wanted to go and do something else for a while.

"Cool," Noah said. "Come on Shawn, you can come and see my room if you want. I'll show you some of the albums I was talking about."

"Thanks," Shawn said, and they walked to Noah's room continuing to hold hands.

I walked through the house later that night making sure all the doors and windows were locked. Kevin was in bed waiting for me, and Noah and Shawn were in Noah's room in his bed which could fit two people. Once dinner had been taken care of, Shawn's dad called asking if he wanted to spend the night if it was alright with Kevin, Noah and me. We agreed that it was and after Shawn's parents dropped off an extra change of clothes for their son, they shook hands with us then thanked us for letting Shawn stay over. We told them that they were welcome, and they left, and Noah and Shawn continued enjoying their time together.

As I looked in on the boys from time to time, I would see them either continuing to hold hands, or a couple of times Noah would have his arm around Shawn's shoulders, and Shawn would be snuggled into his side as if they did this every day.

After Kevin and I showered and the boys had a snack, they went back into Noah's room, and for the next couple of hours they reclined back on the pillows with Shawn practically lying in Noah's arms. They were dressed in t-shirts and basketball shorts which was what they usually dressed in after showering, and they were watching TV and talking whenever commercials came on.

Thinking about the closeness they obviously had with one another, I wondered where all that might lead, and if they both liked each other enough, I hoped that they could be happy as boyfriends at some point.

Now as I went in Noah's room to check on them, they had said good night to Kevin and I about an hour ago and I figured that they had been asleep for a while, and when I checked on them at that moment after making sure the doors and windows were locked, I saw them snuggled up together with the covers pulled up almost to their necks, but I could still see a little of their shoulders and I saw that they had their shirts off, and Shawn was wrapped in Noah's arms with his head in the hollow of Noah's neck.

I looked in at them for a long time, and was touched at how cute they looked together, then after entering the room and gently kissing both of them gently on the cheek, I made sure that their covers were secure then I stroked their hair lovingly, then I whispered to them that I loved them. After quietly closing the door behind me, I went into mine and Kevin's room and he was on his side watching me as I approached the bed. I thought about Noah and Shawn a little more for a moment, and about where all that might lead. I didn't realize though that there would be many Friday as well as Saturday nights on which I'd say good night to both of them, and it would be several years down the road when they were both around 24 and exchanging their wedding vows with all of us watching, only then would I know where all that had lead and Kevin and I would be more happy for them than we could say!

We snuggled into each other's arms, and after telling each other that we loved each other, we shared a couple of deep kisses, then I rested my head on Kevin's chest.

As I lay there in Kevin's arms, I thought over everything that had happened starting with my childhood, through my couple of years in Edgar Bradly's hateful group then with my years with Daniel, Justin then with Hellen added to the household. So many times, when I was a kid I thought about how much I wanted to die, and looking back on it I know that I really wanted the pain of what I was going through to stop. I had thought of suicide many times when I was between 11 and 13 years old, and even tried planning out how I would do it. Then I began feeling deep and intense anger for my adoptive parents, then slowly for others around me, and it was truly unleashed once Edgar Bradly got ahold of me, and I took everything out on others who didn't deserve it. I then was taken in by Daniel and with his and other peoples' help I learned how to come back to the kindness, compassion and love I had within me, and I embraced the better aspects of who I am, and learned to walk on a path that not only enriched my own life, but enriched the lives of my family around me, and of my friends and then of Kevin as well as our son.

As I lay there thinking about everything thus far, I especially thought back over the last several years that Kevin and I spent together in addition to the years we've spent raising Noah. I thought about how Justin was especially a part of helping Noah, and they were not only doing well with their relationship as Uncle and Nephew, but they were also becoming really good friends as well. Noah really looked up to Justin, and still does.

Most of all though, I thought about how Noah truly loved and still loves me as his father along with Kevin as his dad as well. When I told Noah my story, especially about my time in Edgar Bradly's group, he said what I had mentioned above, but I could sense that his love had only grown stronger for me in that he had seen how much and how hard I had worked to make something better of my life.

As the months went by leading up to this cold and snowy night in December, Noah looked up to Kevin and me, and to me especially and I knew that he was truly proud of me, and loved me deeply more than could be put into words. Though in different ways given their relationships to me, I knew that everyone else was proud of me as well, as well as they deeply loved me, and Kevin was as devoted to me as he had been in the beginning, and even more so now.

As I began drifting off to sleep, I thought about how far I had come, and realized just before sleep overtook me that I had worked to over-come where I had been years ago in that dark place in my life, and how I truly had worked to find redemption and to make things right to those around me. I had done that, and things had turned out well, and if anything, they turned out better than well. It was all complete; I had been redeemed!

The End

Author's Notes

We've arrived at the end. I'm glad to have another story completed, and though I could have gone on with it, I felt like that everything that had to be told in the story has been. I hope all of you guys have enjoyed the story and have come to appreciate Cole as he worked to over-come where he had been at when he was younger.

As for some of the music quotes at the beginning of some of the chapters, as well as the multiple references to Pink Floyd's album The Wall, I definitely got inspiration from that album. Cole had walled himself off from people, but more than that he walled himself off from the love that he needed from others, but not without the root cause of having a cold and distant family, as well as the void left that was eventually filled for a time by the hate group that nearly destroyed him. Like the titular character of The Wall, Cole ended up being a hateful, alone, and an isolated bigot who took his rage out on people who he had been taught to hate. Finally, he ends up having to work with the help of others to break down his own walls, and we were able to see where he went after beginning to live life once again.

Another song that illustrated the pain Cole had to deal with that really helped me with furthering part of his back story titled Father by the Finnish Rock Ari Koivunen had lines found in the beginning of one of the chapters which I believe deeply spoke to the horror and pain with which Cole lived while being abused by his adoptive father when he was a much younger kid. Cole unlike the narrator in Koivunen's song is able to rebuild from the painful place in which he lived at the time so that his former father's neglect didn't destroy him beyond any hope.

I could go on, but I think you all get the idea about how certain songs were important in this story, and I was glad to have them from which to gain inspiration for various elements of the story.

As for Kevin's telling off of the Vocational Rehabilitation Counselor at the beginning of this chapter. I'm aware that there are people both in the Disabilities Community, as well as within the Able-Bodied Community who would say that we shouldn't fight the system by saying things like what Kevin said. There are others who would say that doing what Kevin did makes them know better than those they oppose. I got news for those who think like that, or who want to moralize about telling off an Ableist creep like what Kevin did in the beginning of this chapter. This is an unpopular opinion so get ready for it.

While I'm not a Conservative when it comes to really much of anything, I will say that I do believe that a certain portion of our society has gone soft. Some people, particularly Liberals who believe that if we can all just hold hands, come to understand that those who are in positions of power and who oppress minorities really are deep down, just good people who put on their pants one leg at a time like the rest of us, these Liberals have done more to fuck things up for our country far more worse than any Anti-LGBT, Racist Gun-Toting Conservative ever could have. Because Liberals refuse to call out the powerful and the system for the evil that it is; half of these wimpy and spineless cowardly Bastards hardly even use the word "Evil" much less believe in it, but because they refuse to call these problems for what they are, the people like who Kevin had to deal with at the beginning of this chapter are able to strengthen their power.

This is also why the Christian Right headed up by the likes of Pat Robertson has been so successful with getting politicians to get a lot of the Anti-LGBT and other similar laws passed in America over the years, because they advanced and gained more power thanks to the fact that Liberals who were nervous to assure Conservatives as well as the Christian Right that they would give them a seat at the table of political and religious ideas along-side others, this allowed for the Christian Right once they saw that they'd meet little resistance to advance further until they got to be the powerful machine they are today that's fused in to the political system like an inoperable brain tumor is hopelessly encased within a person's brain slowly destroying them.

The Christian Right is no true religious movement. It speaks in the familiar language of Christianity, but it's fused the language and imagery of the state with that of the Bible, but similar to Nazi doctors such as the dangerous Joseph Mengele, and how he perverted the field of medicine via his tools to do harm, the Christian Right uses obscure, highly interpretive and twisted verses from the Bible through which they spread their message of hate, bigotry and non-acceptance towards the LGBT Community, Abortion Rights Groups, Women and other oppressed minorities.

Had Liberals had the strength and the courage to have not ever given in to the useless Political Correctness Bullshit where they focus on the appropriate names for things related to the LGBT Community, the Disability Community and others instead of coming up with concrete actions to help these groups fight against the oppression, as well as had Liberals had the courage to call the oppression and the evil doers committing the evil against us for what it is, then they might have helped to stop much of what we've had to face in the LGBT Community, Disability Community and others.

Liberals for all their talk about standing up for and along-side us who are oppressed tell us that one day our day will come, and that we who are disabled, LGBT or of different races will have our day of being equal. They admonish us to not show anger to our oppressors, as well as to never raise our voices to those who have harmed us or to always try to understand the stories of those who have harmed us with various acts or words of bigotry, for we don't always know what someone else has gone through.

This can be further summed up by a saying that I first heard a few months ago that made me want to smash my fist through my Ipad's screen when I heard the speaker say it. The saying is: "An enemy is just a person who's story you haven't yet heard."

Oh really? Well, we heard the story of Adolf Hitler, and his Bullshit about how the evil, dirty and money-hungry Jews were destroying Germany as well as what he intended to do about it didn't we? Well, wonder how well that turned out? Oh yeah, we heard that Bastard's story alright and many minorities were tortured, killed and worked to death thanks to him being allowed to tell his story.

There are others of course, but I think you get the idea which brings me to the point I want to make regarding Kevin's scene with his oppressor at the beginning of this chapter.

To anyone in society who would admonish people for doing what Kevin did to those oppressing them, I say that this is exactly how we should deal with those in power. Sure if they are cooperating with us, then there's no reason not to be respectful back to them. If they're trying to perpetrate Systemic Discrimination against us, then we have a responsibility to call them out for what they are. Scaring them is exactly what we should be doing. It's not our job to take power, and it's not our job to obey people who have every intention of doing what they can to keep us in the place in which they believe we should stay. Unfortunately these days with a few exceptions, we have too many people who want to get sentimental, ring their hands and cry about what absolutely tear-jerking event could have possibly happened in the lives of these oppressors to have got them to the point of doing to minorities what they're doing. Then they might even talk some Bullshit about how if these people possibly might need some Sensitivity Training which only addresses the individual's issues, and hardly if at all takes into account the systemic root causes which lead to the bigoted official in the first fucking place.

Sorry Kitten Whiskers, but Yours Truly over here doesn't do any God-Damn Fucking Sensitivity Training, nor does Yours Truly want to sit these officials down and pass out Tea as about as warm as a puddle of piss a dog has just left on the kitchen floor of a house, along with a plate of Butter Cookies that taste like Sugar, dirt and gravel mixt together while we have Binaural Beats playing in the background while we talk about when Mama and Dada didn't give them a fucking Kit Kat Bar when they were seven or when they didn't get to watch their favorite show one night when they were ten years old.

We all must call out these people for what and who they are, and we must call them out as the Ableists, Discriminators and Bringers of Evil that they are not because of how it could be edgy to do so, and not because we want to have mindless fights. We must call them out for the Ableists, Discriminators and Bringers of Evil, because that's what they are.

In short, we deal with these people like the Vocational Rehabilitation System as we need to be dealing with any Power System, not by being nice to it, but by scaring the hell out of it to the point that it'll need the most expensive health insurance plan to afford the therapy bills because of the Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with which we would leave it afflicted by the time we would be done scaring it in to submission to us!

So should there be any questions about Kevin acting as he did towards the Vocational Rehabilitation System in this chapter, all I can say is that he did what lots of people should have been doing all along. Sure there are certain groups who have stood up to the powerful, but they're often silenced and marginalized further because of not going along with the typical America's cool, wonderful and can do no wrong Bullshit we've been hearing for only the last trillion fucking years our country has been in existence.

Finally, I hope all of you enjoyed the story from beginning to end, and that through this story you've come to understand that someone like Cole can change, but it doesn't occur in a vacuum.

I'll be moving on to my next story which will be posted at the beginning of December of this current year, and I hope you all enjoy it. Everyone have a good evening, and I'll see you in the next story.

Now keep reading for the summery of my new story which will be out at the beginning of December of 2022 titled Boy Traumatized!

Boy Traumatized

Omri Carter is 14 when he begins living a nightmare. Although he's in a friend group at his school in a small town where various minorities are at best tolerated, and at worst hated, Omri is just barely tolerated by his friend group. Eventually after he's outed at his school, he discovers that if he thought things were hard for him before then, they'll be getting much worse once his nightmare begins.

Things take a turn once Omri is sent to live with a long-lost brother who was disowned by his family, and who long-since fled the small town from which he had originated, and he ends up making a life for himself in the city of Sangger. Chase Carter is the long-lost brother to whom Omri is sent to live, and once at his house, it'll be a question as to whether or not he'll be able to trust Chase to be able to help him put his life back together.

Deon Christianson is also 14, but since he was 11 has lived with his adoptive family in the city of Sangger. Disabled from a horrible medical error on the part of a hospital who cared little for their patients in general and Deon in particular, he comes in contact with the Christianson Family a few months after he turns 11, and while he's still in the hospital, but a different one where he has to learn to talk, feed himself again as well as learn how to rely on a wheelchair due to what had happened to him.

Eventually Deon is able to build a life for himself, and when he and his friend group meet Omri Carter once Omri starts school at Sangger High school, he discovers how much he wants to get to know Omri.

Will Omri be able to break through his walls to be able to let Deon in? Will he be able to trust Deon enough to tell him his story? Finally, will they both be able to connect and experience a friendship and possibly more that could change their lives both for the better? Find out in Boy Traumatized!