He made no apologies for who he was, but in this town there were those who considered they’d be better off if he were gone. At twenty he was lucky to know who he was. Now if only he could leave this small town.
“Hey, hey, lookit the fucking fag! Where you going, princess? Don’t you like men following you? C’mon, talk to us!”
They laughed and jeered at him. A wrong turn at the wrong hour. He would keep walking and soon enough they would get bored of him. Older men like them always did.
The blow came fast and unexpected from the side of the head and his vision swam drunkenly as he staggered, trying not to fall. Tears streamed from his eyes, more from the indignity than the pain.
“Ha! Fairy’s crying now! Aw, I’m sorry, baby! Want to suck my cock to feel better?”
“Careful Sam, bitch might bite it off or give you aids or some fag shit.”
He had to get away, before they hurt him more, or worse. He had to…
“Party’s getting started, princess!”
Suddenly the ground rushed to meet up with him and his vision went black for a second. The taste of copper filled his mouth. He scrambled to get up but felt a weight on bis back pinning him down.
“Down on your stomach, just how you like it!”, a laugh that sounded like crushed leaves filled his ears. He reached out blindly with his hands on the alley’s dirty floor and felt himself grabbing something heavy. Maybe a brick, to bash his attackers’s faces in.
Before he could do anything, he heard one of the men scream behind him followed by the sound of a falling body. Almost immediately the weight upon his back was lifted. Painfully he turned around to see the man confronting a newcomer, the body of his comrade lied facedown unmoving.
“You piece of shit, you killed Sam! I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Try me, pendejo.”, the young man replied calmly. The other man had pulled a switchblade and was swinging it menacingly.
“Cut your balls, shove them up your ass; you’re dead, man!”
The young man did not reply this time, but slowly started to circle the other man, clicking his tongue at him. The older man lunged at him when he’d had enough. With unusual grace, the young man sidestepped him, tripping him with one foot and delivering a fierce knee blow to his face shattering his jaw. He fell back, teeth falling aside, and laid still.
The young man went over to help him up from the ground, still stunned after seeing such a calm display of force. He was a bit ashamed to admit it, but he was flustered all of a sudden.
“You ok? Did those shitbags do anything permanent?”
He shook his head, wincing in pain.
“Nothing that a few pints of ice cream and a good night of rest won’t cure. I’m Julio.”, he extended a hand towards the young man. The young man found himself blushing when he saw Julio was smiling at him. Before long he started smiling back and reached out to shake Julio’s hand
“I’m Macario. Pleasure t’meet you, Julio!”