It Gets Worse, Alasdair Mackenzie [books on motivation TXT] 📗

Chapter 1

The screeching, annoying noise of my wife woke me up just as my alarm did at the same time. I groaned and pushed myself effortlessly off my bed. I went to see what my wife wanted. I walked in towards our master bathroom; I dodged just in time when Marriah threw a curling iron right at me. I picked it up and set it on top of one of the white cupboards we have in the bathroom.

 

"We need a new one; none of these are any good. I need another, I want another, NOW!" Marriah yelled/screeched in my ears as she continued to rummage through the cupboards where she keeps her things and throws them not caring where I stood.

 

I dodged every single one and went back to the bedroom to get my wallet. I came back and tapped my finger lightly on my wife's shoulder. She turned around to scowl at me. I mentally rolled my eyes and handed her a blue VISA card, she snatched it impatiently from my hand and went straight to her car, driving to the mall.

 

Finally, the bathroom was all mine for once in any early morning.

 

***

 

After I had finished taking a shower, I lightly shaved myself but gave myself a bit of a facial fair left in me. I washed my face and brushed my teeth not bothering with my hair. It just naturally becomes this way no matter how many times you brush.

 

I walked into my walk-in-closet to grab myself a suit for work. A white collard shirt with a black tie, light grey stripes on it, black pants with pockets to keep my keys and expensive Ipod in, with a back suit jacket to match my pants.

 

I checked myself in the full view mirror and nodded in satisfaction before I head to my car, a silver and black Ferrari. I much rather prefer a black and green Suzuki motorcycle but my wife hated motorcycles so I didn't get one.

 

I owned and worked at a two companies. A jewelry company and a restaurant. My father’s boss’s adopted son, Zach/Zachary owned a restaurant that I worked at half the time, and we worked alongside us employees. He's great with people, especially kids and infants. Every man, women, children, and infant seem to love him more than any.

 

After I checked up on my clients at the jewelry store, I gave them their checks and each a ring or necklace to keep for themselves or to give before I head on to work at the restaurant where the place was packed. Thanks to Zach. A smile appeared on my face as I took my position as the owner; I have yet to make him my manager.

 

***

 

Zach looked up from a couple near me, a smile planted on his bright young face as he turned to look at me, his smile turned into a symphony smile. He cared for me and I him. The relation we have is a funny one. I am older than him and he's my uncle.

 

I watch him walk towards me as he gave one of the other waiters the couple's orders as he continued on his way to me. He walked like a male model about to show off the outfit he was presenting.

 

"Daniel, what has been going? Divorce the bitch yet?" Zach asked, taking me aback. Never have I ever heard Zach talk about my wife like that. He seemed to like her like my parents do, guess I was wrong, dead wrong.

 

I cleared my throat and replied, "no, you know me. Divorce is something I do not believe". My boss gave me a skeptical look in his eyes, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You believe in not getting a divorce yet you don't believe in God?" He asked/joked, his arms crossing his broad chest. I mentally face-palmed myself and smacked the back of his head, both of us chuckling.

 

I am agnostic to tell the truth. I was once a God-fearing, stereotype homophobic preaching the wrath/word of God but when Athan came into my life, all things changed. I hated him for being gay and turning me, but it was him that I realized, one cannot turn the other gay and it was no choice. We were all born gay one way or another.

 

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen," The preacher said after he ended the prayer. We all repeated the "amen" our heads still bowed. We lifted our heads after the prayer. "And now we get into the word of God. It is said in the Bible that those who have slept with a man shall be put to death immediately. Actions like these show the inhuman natural of the world of God. Homosexual is an abomination but, if they put their faith and trust in the Lord, they will be saved, healed, from their Satanic temptations and filth. Let us pray for the weaken non-heterosexuals."

 

We all bowed our heads once again to pray but the preacher was interrupted when the doors flew open. A mother was crying and shouting "filth, abomination, devil, etc..." while the father was dragging a young twenty-one looking year old. I was now officially, nineteen.

 

The preacher stopped to look at the small family. The mother knelt down in front of the cross with Jesus hung up on there and prayed, her eyes filled with tears.

 

"Forgive me, forgive me my Lord, my God. I gave birth to the devil!" The mother cried out, taking everyone aback. I saw the preacher take a few steps down and knelt in front of the woman/mother, his hand on her shoulder in comfort.

 

"My dear, sister of the Church and daughter of God. Pray tell is the matter. Why shout out that your boy, your flesh and blood is the devil"? But before she could reply, the husband of the woman spoke for her.

 

"Our son is the devil 'cause he's gay!"

 

***

 

A furious father, an angered preacher, and a crying mother. The two men dragged the young twenty-one year old to the smaller chapel in the gardens we have at the Church. My family followed.

 

My brother leaned in forward and told me to follow him. I followed. We were closer and closer to the chapel where a window was there. High enough for both of us to see through and no one in there could see us in return unless they look over here but that was unlikely.

 

"Why don't we just beat the devil out of him?!" The father asked/scowled as he began to raise a cane but the preacher stopped him just in time.

 

"We do not believe in violence, we cannot just beat the devil out of Athan just by that. He needs the word of God, kindness, gentleness, and teaching. Love, the true love and wrath of God are the only things that will save your boy." The preacher explained as I saw a relieved look on Athan's face when the cane didn't came in contact.

 

The mother stepped forward, "oh please, do what you can, what you must, to help my boy". The preacher smiled and explained about the summer camp I go to along with my brother. My brother, Justin, was a counselor there and I was a regular.

 

We have quite a few people who are drug-addicts, alcoholics, suicidal, devil-worshippers, Pagans, and even homosexual. All were turned; at least that was what I hear from my brother whenever the summer was over. The small family and preacher began to leave chapel and ewe did too.

 

From the corner of my eyes I saw Athan; his eyes were looking right at me. I turned to smile at him but what formed on his face was a scowl.

Chapter 2

 

*Summer Camp*

 

The day was finally here. Summer Camp! Our camp name was Rescue Me. It was the camp where one can be saved either for the first time ever or once again. All were welcome.

 

I rode with my brother. When he found a parking spot, we unloaded our bags from the trunk. I turned to see the view, people were here early. One caught my eye, Athan. He did not look too thrill to here. But don't worry; this camp will change him, save him. He will soon be the golden boy his parents wanted.

 

Athan saw me and scowled yet again before he jerked his mother's effort to place a kind comfort hand on his shoulder. Cold.

 

***

 

We already had breakfast at home so dinner was on the way. We fast during lunch break. Inside of the cafeteria there was a riot. Athan was on top of one of the tables, center one to be exact groping, grinding against another male who had a can of beer in his hand.

 

The counselors and other people in with the church and changed all tried to stop the riot but the newcomers and other people all encouraged Athan and the other guy to continue. The guy jumped down and continued to drink while Ethan continued to dance as if he were at a male strip bar. All of a sudden, he dropped down and started to break-dance.

 

We did not mind dancing and break-dancing was what we loved, well some. I loved break-dancing even though I can't do it, my brother loved it as well as both of our friends. We all watched Athan bust moves. Every move he made us feel like either he was going to fall or break his bones.

 

When he was done, he gave us all an enthusiastic bow before he did a back-flip off of the table. He smiled widely at us all and gave each and everyone playful blow kisses.

 

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all summer, no fucking joke!" Athan said. I noticed the vile word but it seemed not to matter. He was most definitely the first camper we ever had who can break-dance.

 

***

 

It took a few long hard weeks but me and Athan soon became friends. He seemed to be changing, I could see it in his eyes.

 

We were down by the lake, the full moon shining high. He laid back into the grass to look up at the starry sky, I did the same. Out of the blue, he spoke.

 

"You cannot change, it's not a choice either," He said, I looked at him in question. He scoffed with a smile and replied. "Being gay. It's not a choice; you cannot suddenly change either, no matter how many times or how many girls you date. Once you're gay you're gay. We were all born gay one way or another."

 

"But...but in the Bible, it said that when a man lies in with another man, they shall both be put to death." I stated before I knew it, he was on top of me.

 

"Then explain why am I not dead? Where is a Christian's love, God's love through the pain and suffering I've been through just for being who I am, what I am. All my friends left me, my mother