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Healing Love

Chapter 29: Past Scars

By: Mirron Tenshi

+Z/D Edition+

I whimpered a little and winced as the cut on my muzzle stung from the peroxide Danny was putting on me. I was laying on the couch with my head on his lap. "Honestly, Zack, you need to stop getting into these fights."

"I told you, it wasn't a fight. I was working on someone's car, and my muzzle got snagged." This is true; I wasn't fighting, but that cut still hurts like a bitch. I'm 30, and I still tend to get into a few fights whenever someone wants to pull that 'You're a fucking faggot' bullshit with me.

"And yet I somehow am not buying it." I chuckled at that. When he patched me up, I just stayed there while my husband fox pet my back. "I hate seeing this kinds of stuff happen to you. It reminds me of what happened with your dad." I murred sadly and nuzzled his stomach.

"I know . . . I'm sorry hun . . ." At least Danny's been there for me. Not that it was only him . . . I just wish my pa would've reacted differently . . .

()()()

+12 years ago+

I walked down the sidewalk in a good mood. Danny said that he just came out to his parents and told them about us, and they were perfectly ok with it. Up until now, I was kinda edgy about making it known that I like boys. But seeing as how accepting my fox's ma and pa are, it's kinda inspired me to be open with my sexuality. I am a bit nervous, but that's just some heebie-jeebies. I'm fine with this; I'm gay, and I'm going to tell my parents!

I was soon putting the key through the door, only to find it already unlocked. Looks like pa's home. I enter to see my dad on the couch.

Ok. Here goes.

"Hey pa, I'm home!" He turned and smiled to me. He was a chubby grey wolf.

"Hey Zack." Alright, now it's time. I took my seat on the couch opposite him.

"Dad, I've got something to say." He looked up from his newspaper with raised brows. He put it aside.

"Ok, what is it son?" I let out a sigh.

"Well, you know my friend Danny Tolman?" Pa smirked.

"Ya mean that fag?" My ears turned.

"What?"

"C'mon, don't tell me you ain't picked up on this homo. Ever' time I seem 'im, I see him starrin' at you, or someone else without a rack." I'm starting to get a little miffed.

"And what exactly is wrong with that?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Whad'ya mean? It ain't right, see. Men are supposed to be men, not some female wannabe." Is he serious? My paws started to tense.

"Well you know, not all gay guys are alike,"

"Yeah they are. They want to be some womany pussy, and they go chasing anything with set a' junk. Honestly, this world'd better without any useless queers runnin' around-"

"Is that what you really think?! That gay guys are just a bunch of wastes of space?" I can't believe this is my pa! This guy I called father is homophobic windbag?!

"Why you getting worked up son? It's just a matter of facts." I growled at him.

"Danny Tolman happens to be my boyfriend." He blinked, dumbfounded by what I just said.

"Whut . . . ?"

"That's right. Do you really mean all that stuff you just said, because I'm ga-"

PUNCH!

I yipped as I was forced onto the seat of the couch. I was hit with much force that the couch fell back and I was on the backrest now. The lamp next to the side table got knocked over, and broke over. My paws held right side of my muzzle.

He punched me. My pa punched me . . .

"Boy, this better be some sick joke." He snarled as he towered over me. I was almost too afraid to answer.

"N-No, pa . . . I'm-" I yelped as he kicked-stomped my side. I curled up, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain burn across my face! It felt like something jagged and sharp ripped onto my skin.

"Now look what you done - You broke my lamp. I'm gonna teach you where a fag belongs." Before I could react, pa ripped my shirt off and had forced me onto the floor with a brass object in his paw (my guess would be the broken lamp). I cried out and barked out in pain as I felt him carving into my back!

"Pa please stop! Let me go!" I then felt my neck gripped tightly, and I was sent through the air and landed hard on the wall. I tried to stand up, but I was knocked to the floor with hard slash at my stomach! I whimpered and seethed in pain as the cuts stung my body. I then gagged again as his choking grip picked me up and held me firmly against the wall, my feet dangling. "Please . . . Pa . . . I-I'm yo-"

"Yer not my son! Yer nuthin! Just a useless, God-forsaken QUEER!" I was then thrown into the coffee table. The glass on the top broke on impact and cut into my right arm. Tears leaked onto my blood-matted face fur. My left arm was then gripped tight. "You ain't-"

I snarled loudly and bit really hard into the arm that was gripping me. I tasted blood on my teeth as I released and kicked his shin really hard. My last attack was an elbow to his chest. When he staggered, I took my chance and jetted out of my home, but not without pa leaving a few slashes on my left leg, and I sprinted away into the dusk. I heard him yell as I ran,

"AND DON'T YOU DARE EVER COME BACK, FAGGOT!" I cried as I ran.

My own pa hit me. All this time, he was my loving father. But now he hates me because I'm gay . . . What the hell happened . . . ?

When I ran out of breath, I stopped and sat on the nearest lawn. My right arm is stinging like hell. I looked to see a piece of glass in my shoulder. My paw wrapped around it, and I hissed and whined in my throat as I pulled it out. I pulled out the few other shards of glass on my arm and threw them aside. Luckily, that was the last of them - you'd know if there was any other glass in your arm, so yeah. My right arm was half drenched in blood. I just sniffled as I got up and took the shortcut I knew to Danny's house. Danny's pa told me if I ever get hurt, then to come straight to him.

I honestly don't know which hurts most: all these cuts on me, or that it was my pa who put them on me . . .

~~~

A female white fox was reading a romance novel in her living room with a male red fox going through a few papers. They looked up from their quiet activities when there was a knock on the door.

"Hm? I wonder who could that be at this hour?" Sheila said before getting up to see who it was. When she opened the door, the arctic vulpine gasped out at the sight of their son's boyfriend half covered in blood with many wounds. "Oh my goodness, Zack! Come in here now!" She then took the wolf into a separate room next to the kitchen. "Howard! Get in here quick!" Danny's dad was a doctor, so they had a hospital-type room in the house.

The male fox then came into where his wife called for him, "What is it, Sheila? What's the matt- Great Scott, Zachary! What on earth happened to you?!" The male vulpine came in and looked at the canine, putting his paws on the boy's shoulders. Tears were running from his eyes as he sat there, cloaked in pain.

"My-My pa-" Zack could hardly speak; he was hurting all over, all the pain was causing him to choke in his tears. "I-I- He hi-"

"Alright, alright now, never mind. Just settle down. Sheila, get me some painkillers."

So Howard set to work on the poor wolf cub. He disinfected Zack's wounds, and had to stitch up a few of the gashes that were too severe to let alone with bandages.

Danny, who just have heard Zach's voice, came downstairs to see him. "Zack? Are you here-" Sheila saw him, and went to her son.

"No, Danny. Go back upstairs."

"Why? I thought I heard-" He then jumped when there was a yelp from the Medical Room. He knew who it was, "Zack?! What's going on?! What's dad doing to him?!" He tried to get in there, but his mother would not let him pass.

"He's been hurt bad, Daniel. Your father needs to concentrate on Zack, so we need you to go wait upstairs." The young fox stood in shock and tears formed in his eyes.

"Zack's been . . . But how-"

"He'll be alright, Daniel. When he is done, we'll send him straight to you." Sheila said. She knew this isn't an easy thing for her son to do, but regardless, he turned around and walked up stairs, waiting until he was on his bed when he started to cry, still hearing an occasional strained yelp. He felt so helpless. His boyfriend was in pain, and he couldn't do anything but just sit and wait?

When Zack had told them what had happened the next day, Howard went to call child services, but there was no answer. Sheila tried to call Zack's house, but no one picked up.

Eventually, Howard and Sheila had to go to work, and Danny had to go to school. "Now you're sure you're going to be alright, Zachery?" Howard asked right before he was going to leave.

"Yeah . . . I just want to be alone . . ." The older fox nodded and padded the wolf on his shoulder.

"It's going to be alright, Zachery. We're here for you all the time."

"Thanks, sir." So Zack was left alone on the couch and he held a pillow tight.

About a few hours later in the afternoon, the pup's phone vibrated. He looked and his stomach quelched when he saw it was from his ma's cell. Zack opened it up and read it:

-Zack. Come back to the house. Your father's not home-

So what now? She wants to have her say in it too? Whatever. I can take it. If I don't do this, then they win, and I can't stand the thought.

I walked to my former home, my stomach churning the whole time. I gulped and trembled when I reached the front door, but nonetheless, I opened it and entered.

I went to the living room; the coffee table I crashed into was gone. My mom, who is a plump, tannish brown shewolf, was on the couch. Her head down and her eyes half closed. "M-Ma . . . ?" Her ears rotated, hearing me.

"So . . . Is it true . . . ?" Her voice trembled. Well, lets get this over with.

"Yes ma . . . I'm gay . . . Alright . . . ?" I saw her look up at me. I am bandaged around my face, right arm, and around my left calve.

Tears started to stream down her face. "Oh no . . ." Here it comes. She's gonna ball out and say that I'm doomed to hell, and pa will jump out and start beating me again while she runs upstairs to sob.

My mother then got up, walked on over to me, and hugged me tight and started to let it cry. She sobbed as she held me close. "Oh my god, what has he . . . What has he done to you . . . What has he done to my baby . . . ?" Hm? Does she mean Danny or pa? I'm going to go out on a limb and assume she's talking about pa.

"I came out to him and . . . He thrashed at me, ma . . . He's hurt me . . ." Now I'm starting to cry. Ma kissed my forehead and hugged me tight.

"I'm so sorry, honey . . ." She cried more as she held me tightly, not wanting to let go.

We were soon on the couch, me laying on her lap as ma stroked my head.

"So ma . . . You don't mind me . . . Being gay . . . ?" I felt her kiss my right ear.

"No hun . . . Not at all."

"So where's pa now?"

"In a jail facility. When he told me what happened, your father wasn't fine that I was ok with your sexuality." I then turned my head and looked at her.

"What did he do next?"

"He hit me, Zack. Hard. He said I was no better than those fags." The ma smirked. "I slapped him hard for you and called the police on him." I smiled as she rubbed me. And I laid my head back down.

"There's just one thing I'm curious about. Why didn't you look at me until after I told you that it's all true?" Ma sighed sadly.

"Honestly, I really didn't want to believe this whole thing. I didn't want to believe the wolf I fell in love with had struck and injured our own pup." She sniffled as she stroked my head, "But sure enough, here you are bandaged up all over." I nodded.

"Yeah . . . I couldn't believe him either . . ." After a while, I told her about Danny and why I decided to come out now. She just took in and accepted and loved me. Like my pa was supposed to.

()()()

I blinked as I teared up. "Zack? What's wrong, hun?" I looked up to see my hubby. I smiled as I kissed his lips.

"Nuthin. Just remembering that day." His ears lowered as he nuzzled me. We kissed a little more before things started to turn passionate. Heheh, it's so great how he can make me feel all better like this. It makes my scars feel less existant.