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Chapter 6

It was just three days after Clyde and Addison had their time together in the Gym Office, and after that day Clyde had become exuberant, superlative, and was smiling more often than he had ever done before. His arousal for the coach was also beyond description and he found him-self at times nearly unable to control his desires again to see his boyfriend, and worked with him to negotiate time out of school. It was difficult given that he had to stay home to take care of his brother, but Addison was more than understanding, and promised him they would have another day soon! It was now Sunday morning and Clyde was half dressed in his bed room, touching his cloaca to the idea of Addison being inside of him. Over the weekend Clyde stayed up into crazy hours talking to Addison and the two shared stories and ideas of each other, and Clyde could tell he was nervous. Addison made mention at how much they needed to make sure no one noticed a thing, and Clyde felt bad about it originally, and mentioned to Addison he did feel guilty.

He was reminded it was fine, because the US was the only place Addison had been to that had this much of a stipulation about it; he told Clyde that if they lived in old Greece, it would be completely different. Clyde felt reassured by this and was more at ease as the two flirted, and he asked Addison how deep in a relationship would be ok with. Addison was unsure him-self in the beginning but he liked the dragon a lot, and he told the kid they would date as long as Clyde wanted to, and even longer after he graduated! It was the night before he returned to school and Addison was still talking to Clyde when he began to hear a fight downstairs between his father and brother. It was the usual arguing, this time it seemed to be about fishing, which Clyde only rolled his eyes at.

Addison has been gone all day--I wonder where he is, Clyde muttered, looking to see it was only twelve now. He was missing him, especially since the arguing downstairs was becoming more and more annoying.

There was a crash of something and Clyde stood up from the laptop and instantly went down stairs to see what happened; upon reaching the living room, he saw his brother being chocked by his dad's arm against the wall.

"Jordan!" Clyde shouted, and he ran up and grabbed his father by the arms and pushed him against the wall, Jordan coughed and cussed out loudly at his father. Clyde backed away and asked him what happened, but he had little chance for an answer when his father came at him now! Clyde felt a hard punch to his right eye and he stumbled back, blinded for a second, before he felt his neck grasped and his face slammed into the wall!

"Aaaargh!" Clyde screamed out, "Fuck you, you piece of shit! I fucking hate you!"

"You fucking faggot, you wanna hit me!? YOU WANNA FUCKING HIT ME?!" George screamed out at his son and punched him again in his eye repeatedly, knocking his head into the plaster and leaving a dent in it. Jordan retaliated by grabbing his father by his horns, and slammed a fist into the spot above his kidneys to fight to pull him off!

"Let go of him you fuck!" Jordan roared out, "God dammit dad fucking stop!"

Clyde screamed out as he fought to get away, and he could feel him-self bleeding on his brow, and he felt a hard slap across his snout as his dad hit him again! He felt his throat begin to be constricted tightly and he coughed out for help, feeling his throat be squeezed up, almost as if it were being pushed into the back of his mouth. He saw his dad's fierce, murderous expression; he hated looking into his red eyes, they were empty, soulless and of vitriol. He lifted up his foot and kicked at his father's soft, fat stomach and kicked at him several more times before Jordan was able to pry him off. Jordan slammed his knee into the back of his father's leg and when he dropped Jordan held him under his jaw, digging his fingers up into the thyroids and refused to let him move.

"Fucking move!" Jordan shouted, "I fucking dare you, hit my brother again you drunk piece of shit! Clyde, go get some ice on your face, now!"

Clyde rushed out of the room and past his dad as he grabbed ice from his freezer and he heard his father snort through breaths and threaten to kill them. Jordan called Clyde to open the door and Jordan walked him outside of the house before throwing him down on the stoop, and shutting the door behind both of them. Clyde trembled as he held the ice over his head and moved to the bathroom to look at his face in the mirror; his lip was busted and he saw blood on his teeth. His right eyes was bleeding too and he could see it beginning to swell; it hurt immensely, his fists remained gripped as he stood there trembling.

God dammit--I fucking hate him. I hate him so fucking much! SO FUCKNIG MUCH!

Jordan came inside and shut the door behind him, locking it as their father stumbled to his truck to sit inside of it. His brother was calm and sighed, looking up at the ceiling and muttered under his breath, before coming to Clyde's side in the bathroom and looked at him in the mirror.

"Shit--he fucking hit you hard. I'm sorry I couldn't get that ass hole off you."

"It is fine," Clyde muttered under his breath, looking away from the mirror. He moved out of the bathroom and glanced through the living room window where his dad was, staring at them angrily. Jordan closed the blinds and Clyde moved into the dark kitchen to turn the lights on, and sighed, "What started the fight?"

"He was piss drunk and mad because I told him I can out fish him; he got pissed, challenged me, I said he can't fish for shit while drunk." Jordan shrugged his shoulders in his army shirt and shook his head, looking at his feet, "Mom--I wish she would divorce him."

Clyde nodded, "But this is the only place we can live now, until one of us gets a job." Saying this made him think about his future, as he wondered if he hastily had made the decision to move in with Addison too early, he knew no one would be able to help his family out if he were gone. He feared that the number of times the fights between his dad and his brother had, that it could get worse one day, when he was not around. Or when Jordan was gone and his mom was being beaten--he felt trapped, in a way, until his father would eventually leave.

"I know," Jordan looking down at his little brother and he walked up to pat him on the shoulders. "You wish you could leave, don't you?"

Clyde looked up with a guilty stare and nodded, leaning against the counter. Jordan stood across from him and crossed his arms, "Don't worry, I can handle dad. I go easy on him because I can be arrested if I actually beat his ass," Jordan laughed, "So, who is this boyfriend you want to move in with?"

Shrugging with little mind to it now, Clyde merely remarked he was someone a lot older, but he was a great guy. Jordan listened as his brother described a dude who he was told was even older than him, around his mid thirties, and was a really intelligent athletic man. It occurred to him Clyde was not compelled to introduce any of them to him, partially out of shame about his father's behavior, and out of embarrassment. Jordan thought for a moment, that there was one guy who had moved back into the school that used to be a student; he was thinking over all the people it could be, wondering.

". . . teaching me about yoga too, I figured I could share it with you Jordan, since your legs are kind of fucked up."

Jordan's eyes widened and he snapped his fingers and then grinned widely, laughing out loudly at his brother who looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"You little fucking lady killer--or man killer, whatever!"

"What--the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're screwing your coach!" Jordan bellowed, "I know that guy, Addison Nolen! Shiiiit dude, he was a senior in school when I was a freshman, he was wickedly gay!"

Clyde's scales went almost white and he felt like fainting when Jordan told him how much he knew about Addison, laughing all the while which really pissed Clyde off though he did not know why. When Jordan had calmed down he explained that Addison was once a friend of his before he left school, and Jordan remarked Addison was one of the coolest and only gay guys he knew! Grinning at his brother, who he never thought would score someone like him; Jordan patted him on the shoulder and complimented him on bagging someone!

"I can't believe you're hooked up with someone like him! I mean, you're sixteen, man--shit! You know that shit could like, get you in trouble?"

"Yeah I fucking know," Clyde muttered and looked away, "So you can't fucking tell anyone Jordan!"

"Duude come on, I keep your secrets!" Jordan promised, "Besides, you're the only guy who knows my deepest, darkest secrets too!"

"Like the fact you were drugged and made out with a dude?" Clyde grinned widely, "What was it, ecstasy?"

"I dunno wtf it was, but hey, you know! So I think we're about even, you handsome devil! Speaking of which man, I might have found a part time job, let me tell you about it later!" Jordan smiled and patted his brother again and gave him a one armed hug and Clyde laughed, thanking him, and then two left the living room now. Things quieted down for a few hours and George was eventually let back inside when Clyde's mom came home, and he avoided her, so she could not see his face.

I wish I could leave--but I can't either. Jordan wouldn't have anyone around and Alvin would definitely be vulnerable. Clyde closed his eyes and brewed silently about the entire ordeal, wondering what he should do; he wished his mom would just leave George, but she did not want Alvin to grow up fatherless. He was definitely different around Alvin, probably because Alvin was his only biological child.

Pffft--wish our dad hadn't fucking abandoned us, Clyde angrily thought to him-self as he lay on his belly, Stupid dick. You don't even care about what happens to your kids, only grandma does.

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Monday morning started off differently today; Clyde's mom had taken Alvin to school, Jordan was asleep in the living room downstairs, and Clyde began his walk. He saw his dad outside on the porch, after the fight the night before he didn't seem to come back inside. George gave him a deathly glare and said nothing to him instantly, but as Clyde began walking away he muttered that his faggot ass should not come back home. Clyde ignored him and George demanded a response, until Clyde was on the road.

He arrived early to school and the air still felt different; it was sunny, but the sunlight seemed to be his enemy as everyone around him looked at his face curiously. The marks from the fights were evident, by the claw marks on his neck to the bruises on his eye and mouth; Clyde ignored all of it to the best of his ability, until he was going to home room period. Mr. Hands was busily talking to the students, making a dry joke that few laughed at, and Clyde resided to move away from them all. Standing in the back and listening to music, he was oblivious to another teacher attempting to get his attention, until she tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up; Mrs. Shields instructed him he would need to report to the principal's office immediately.

"Wait--sweety," She began slowly, looking over the dragon hesitantly. "Are--what happened, Clyde?"

"Um--just things, at home." He replied as honestly as he could, looking away from her when she tried to ask him what was wrong.

"You know--you can talk to me," She began slowly and looked in worry over his beaten up face, "When you get back, ok?"

Clyde nodded and quickly walked away and huffed to him-self as he headed to the principal's office, and moved to sit down across from her again. What was once a concerned face looked at him with a little more disdain, as the resource officer was present, which he could only feel despair at. This was just like the last school, and he wished he had not come in now, regretting ever even wanting to be in the sunlight.

"Clyde, do you know why I called you here?" She began.

"No, I do not." He answered as coolly as he could, tapping his claws on his knee.

The resource officer walked forward and stood beside her, looking down at the dragon, "We received word from a student that you are smoking pot with one of your teachers."

Clyde cocked his eyebrow as he looked up to the principal in doubt, "Are you serious?"

"Yes we are, Clyde. We have been informed that for the last," she looked down at a paper, "Week or so--that a strange smoke was detected on your person by a student. They said you are in a room in the gym, smoking weed, and that you have also--been making violent threats against a student."

"Well go ahead and piss test me," Clyde began with a low growl to his throat, "Because I do not smoke weed, or drink."

"Well the report states you did." She argued, "And we have students who claim you are hostile, and rude to them. Now if you have personal things going on in your home, then we can--"

"Well the report does not have medical proof I did, anyone can claim anything and it can be false, or true; veracity is only added to a report depending on a person's standing in society. I won't be hung by a kangaroo court."

"Now son I don't need you being disrespectful," Resource officer Randy began, cocking his head, "You understand me?"

Clyde merely looked up at him with the same hateful stare that he gave his father, and he held the gaze for a few moments before turning to look back at the principal, who held a smug demeanor as if waiting for an explanation. He knew his sudden bout of intelligent speech must have caught her off guard and he felt more confident now, as he leaned back from her, and crossed one of his legs, and waited.

"Well then, if you are volunteering for a test, we will happily give you one." She answered more optimistically, "I just want to make sure my students are not doing drugs."

Clyde nodded only once to her as he spoke with acid in his voice, "You'll find more students in this school drink and do drugs than you know."

"Like who?" She asked with a petit smile, as if restraining her-self. "Care to list off names?"

"Tell me who filed the claim," Clyde demanded, "And I'll list off all the people who I know do it."

"Well I can't tell you that, confidentiality." She answered calmly, "But if you know people in my school are doing drugs, we need to know."

"I'll tell you this much then," he began. "If I get called a faggot, queer, dick sucker, or a pussy one more time by another student I'm going to file a report with the School Board that students are not respecting a policy against discrimination."

"Well then we'll hold a meeting about our school tolerance, if you feel there has been an infraction of policy, but I do not appreciate being threatened."

"Well a secular meeting would do nothing to reprimand the individuals responsible for their homophobia," Clyde remarked. "And frankly, because schools are too scared to address this issue because of teacher complaints at a PTA meeting, what do you think can ever be done to fix it, hmmm?"

Officer Randy seemed to huff and pointed to the dragon, "Can we just get him out of here? All he is doing is trying to make things difficult! Clyde, empty your pockets, and your book bag."

Clyde stood up and emptied out his pockets instantly on the principal's desk with an aggressive flick of his wrist, and he handed his book bag to the officer. He smelt it and searched all around for any kind of paraphernalia and Clyde stood with his arms crossed, watching the dog with a deep stare of hated for him. When he was finally done searching through it he handed it back and looked at the dragon suspiciously, mentioning it smelled like alcohol.

"My step-father drinks," Clyde remarked quietly, "No one's business but my own."

"Well then get it cleaned." Randy ordered.

"Yeah I'll do that the next chance I get," Clyde remarked under his breath. He looked at the principal who blinked her eyes repeatedly as if she were now livid, and Clyde did not give a fuck one way or the other if she was. He was dismissed and he walked out the room shutting the door behind him and through the lobby; one of the teachers in the school, who taught a grade below him, cut him off and gave him a serious look.

"You know, what you do, I think, is really offensive and disgusting."

"And_what_ is it that I do?" Clyde growled at her angrily, looking at the elderly woman in the face, "Mind telling me?"

"Well you just parade how gay you are around the school, and I think it is your fault if you have any fights with students about it!" The woman he recognized her, she was Alex's friend's mom, and she seemed to grow more pissed as he cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Three girls in my homeroom have lost their virginity, and two of which exchanged blowjobs on a male student, at the same time." Clyde now had the attention of two heftier women at the phone and printer, who leaned over to listen as he continued. "And I know another male student who explicitly refers to women by their genitals, and another female student who, at fourteen, is all ready trying to get pregnant. So if YOU think I am disgusting, polish your moral compass, and leave me alone."

Clyde moved past her and out the office doors, looking over as she gawked at him with a shaking head, and then stormed off down the hallway. He knew she would not be able to say anything about the matter since she just made a comment about his sexuality. The bell rang and he moved to his first period class in gym in the back, grinning to him-self now, realizing he had multiple enemies all around! He knew it was Marius or Alex doing it, the two of them had their sights set on getting him; he looked over to them and they were busy looking away.

You just want to keep fucking with me--don't you? Clyde turned his eyes away, watching as Addison walked out and greeted his students in his usual friendly manner! He talked to them before leading them all into their routine stretches, and the girls who were on the volleyball team left to join the other female coach for training, some of them seniors who were in their class at this period.

Addison noticed Clyde was not around until he saw the dragon sitting up at the top of the bleachers, and when he got close he could see the damage to his face. It stunned him to realize how bad it was now, the place around his eye was blacked and swollen, and his bottom lip was cut. Clyde looked up and said nothing to him as he sat beside him, and Addison offered to take him to the office, which Clyde agreed to. Sitting down on a beanbag Clyde was silent for several moments as Addison let an incense stick, and then closed the blinds to avoid people spying in on them.

That poor kid--who in the hell would lay their hands on a child like him? Addison frowned and sat back in his chair, looking him over. He held so much sadness in his face, and Addison wished that he could just take Clyde home instead of letting him go back to his house.

"The principal and resource officer are out to get me." Clyde began to mutter, "I've been accused of doing drugs, flaunting my sexuality, AND being violent to other students."

"You--cannot be serious." Addison began unsurely, "In this school?"

"Yep, she would not tell me who is saying this, naturally. I think it is Marius or Alex--I know they're out after me, Alex's friend's mom even gave me shit in the office. So I told her about the girls here acting like sluts, and shit."

Addison nodded and sighed, "Damn--please do not pick a fight with the facility, Clyde. That is the last thing you need, trust me; we can't protect you entirely."

Clyde shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me; sometimes I just want to quit. Different school, same shit--everywhere I go." The dragon shifted and moved to lean his head against the wall and stare up at the ceiling, feeling empty and lonely inside; Addison moved to sit beside of him, and gently grabbed his hand. Clyde looked down as he squeezed the horse's hand tightly and his lower lip trembled as he tried not to cry, fighting just as hard as he always did.

"I--just hate my dad," Clyde whispered as he held back his tears. "This is not the worst he has done to me--I was not alone this time."

Addison felt the hand tremble, and his golden tail began to shake as Clyde struggled to keep it all inside of him, and Addison admired how the boy fought against it. Clyde told him he did not always eat in his house, George would sometimes eat a tremendous amount or feed the leftovers to their dog outside; today he had gone for about three days now, without dinner. However--Clyde immediately reminded them that other people had it worse, and he felt bad for complaining, that it was bitter sweet to worry about his problems the way that he did.

"Clyde--you should not think that way. I've been to some bad areas--but just because someone else suffers more than you does not mean you should not care about your own pain."

Clyde shrugged a bit, "Sometimes I think I am just emo."

"Emo?" Addison cocked his eyebrow, "No--kids crying because they do not have the newest kind of iPod is emo; emo is that crappy music that those scene kids listen to."

"Not all of them--mostly Blue October or Alesana," Clyde laughed a little bit, and Addison smiled back widely. He felt the dragon move his around his big bicep and lean into his shoulder, and Clyde held onto the thick muscles, closing his eyes as he sat there for a moment. Addison told him he would need to get up just in case they were caught, but he gave him a quick kiss on his lips, and instead sat directly across from him as they talked.

"They're going to all become my enemies eventually," Clyde began with a somewhat accepting disposition of the matter. "The Principal is incompetent, that resource officer is obviously a douche--and Marius and Alex are fine with their stupid ass tattling to the principal. And at sixteen--ugggh."

"Well--there is little I, or anyone else can do, Clyde. Even if you are my boyfriend, I cannot show nepotism or disrespect a student. But--you need to get your schedule changed to avoid him."

"I tried, they won't let me. And--if some of the teachers here are homophobes, I don't want them to come after you too!"

Addison laughed, "Please, Clyde, I am not scared."

"But they could target you--and I don't want them to." Clyde muttered softly, looking down at his hands, "Maybe, we shouldn't, you know--"

Addison moved down onto one knee and gently placed his hands over Clyde's and gave him a serious look. "Clyde even if I lose this teaching job I don't care, I am here because I love to teach, and I missed my home town. But--that doesn't mean I am going to allow my-self to be targeted. You think I can't defend my-self? Come on--have some faith me, and you."

Clyde nodded a little softly and Addison gently touched the boy's chin, promising he was going nowhere, and that he was still going to be the handsome dragon's boyfriend. Clyde felt him-self cry a little bit, a tear rolled down his cheek and he moved to hug Addison tightly, who held the dragon as long as he needed. Clyde straightened him-self up and enjoyed the warmth of the tight, protective embrace, and then cleaned off his face. Addison walked him out to the weightlifting room and decided Clyde would still need to work out, and keep up his routine! So the two set to work, and Clyde began to feel better now, feeling so strangely not alone anymore, unlike when he was growing up in his other schools.