Billy Didn't Come Home
Billy Didn't Come Home homophobia stories

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Billy just came out. Wrong move, but he's still satisfied. What will happen to him next?

Billy Didn't Come Home

"Billy Didn't Come Home" a short story by Jeffrey A. Martin

Word Count: 745

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TW: Physical Abuse, Violent Homophobia, Murder

A secret kept strongly by Billy, now spread across the whole school. Everyone thinks of him as a monster, and it's the same for him. He can't trust anyone.

Amanda and Henry avoids him at recess, shot glances. Kyle ignored him at their shared science class. Missus Laney would give a grade lower than what he deserves. Truly he can't trust anyone.

Though the bird haven't chirped at his parents's ears yet, his hands is set to capture those tattletales away.

You might think Billy keeps the homo to his sexuality tucked neatly behind a closet door covered by monster truck posters, but he still parades it around his fingers.

His pink polo shirts would stand out from the other's blue ones. He paraded he pink buttons sewn to his shirt, in a runway.

While Amanda and Henry still sits 5 tables away from him at lunch; Kyle lets him do all the work at their chemistry class; and Missus Laney would give an B minus to a test he perfected.

The sun will always be stronger than a bunch of shadows.

The soles of his sandals count each pebble they faced on the pavement as he skips and skops on the way to his father's house. Autumn trees rain down orange leaves for him to catch and let go.

The rocks greet him as he walks by. The flowers sends pollens to his way. The bees avoid him as he widens his arms like an airplane.

White. Red. Black. The cars passing beside him were a blur, yet he still can identify their specific shade of color. French Gray. Sap Green. Dirty White.

"Hello Billiam!" shouts Missus Pine, the 50 year old neighbor who would always babysit Billy with her wife, Missus June.

Billy's hands sends a wave across the street "G'day Missus Pine!"

"How was school?"

"Same as ever." Billy laughed "People as ignorant as ever!"

"Would you care to stop for a cup o' tea?" she smiles "Missus Juniper expected you to be on your afternoon stop!"

"No thanks Missus," Billy let out a sigh, he always went to Missus Pine's house for an afternoon snack "I have an Algebra homework to finish."

"Ah blast it! Struck by mathematics once again!" Juniper expresses as she slams the door "Good luck on thy journey young man! May that bitch Laney, give you a blasted A plus!"

"Thank you Missus June!" Billy laughs.m

His sandals started counting again. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5... Stuck at five. A smooth asphalt road comes to greet him, quite unfriendly.

The trees around him traps Billy inside. There was no one to scream for, Missus Pine's shack was too far. The sky dims. It was always hard for Billy to walk around this area, he is alone.

The sound of shoes hitting the stone hard road. He turned around "Hey! I'm just here for something."

Paul. He was never fond of Billy, ever after the whole incident at school.

He would stalk him to his house and astonish poor Billy outside his window. Faces and masks bought from Spirit Halloween would be used to harass Billy.

Billy never told on him. Everytime he would try, mommy and daddy wouldn't listen. Powerless. Voiceless.

Now there was Paul. Paul who stands tall across the 12 inches from Billy. Paul who is with 10 other people there to beat up Billy.

Then, pow. Blood. There was blood dripping out of Billy's mouth. Blood dripping out of Billy's side. The blood was cold, freezing. Inhale. Exhale. Every breathe it stings.

Billy reaches out for his side. But that's a knife. Paul stabbed him.

The other goons starts to douse Billy with gazoline. Being thrown at him were the rocks that had greeted him earlier.

Kevin took a box of matches from his denim pants. Before the match could strike the side, Billy asked "Why are you doing this?"

Kevin stares at him, matches in hand. "Because fags deserve to die."

"But why?"

"Just shut up!"

The match head screeches with fire. The red flower thrown into poor Billy, the flower grows quickly, as Billy screams into a vacuum. No one can hear him. No one can help. No one.


Julia and Peter are frantic. Every nerve tired of worrying, just wanting to sleep.

They couldn't stop to think. The train was moving.

Julia entered numbers to her newly bought phone: 9-1-1.

"Billiam didn't come home today," Julia sobs.

The Trevor Project is an American non-profit organization founded in 1998 focused on suicide prevention efforts among lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, and questioning (LGBTQ) youth.

Through a toll-free telephone number, it operates The Trevor Lifeline, a confidential service that offers trained counselors.

The stated goals of the project are to provide crisis intervention and suicide prevention services for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, and questioning (LGBTQ) young people under 25.

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