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A Butterfly's Dream

Chapter 2

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Lying on the floor, his legs hanging over the edge of the chair as his arms lay above his head he blinks up at the ceiling, trying hard to absorb what Edward had said. The twins look at each other and cock their eyebrows as David starts to mutter to himself.

“There are no other Lewis’ to the best of my knowledge. Only grandma and grandpa hold that name now,” he muses softly, his foot starting to tick with agitation at the thought that his family could have hid something so important from him. “But if she is family, how is she connected to me? And if she is connected to me, why hasn’t anyone told me about her?”

His foot still twitching in consternation, David shifts slightly before becoming still again. Ignoring the soft squeak of the bed springs, he continues to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling, trying to get his thoughts under control.

Suddenly, Edward’s face fills his vision, jerking him out of his thoughts. Blinking up at the other male, David brings his eyes into focus before frowning.

“What?” David asks; his voice laced with suspicion. Edward smirks and holds out his hand to David. Staring at it for a moment, David takes it, allowing Edward to haul him up and straight into his arms. Squeaking in surprise, David quickly wraps his own arms around Edwards’s neck and holds onto him. The older male sits on the bed next to his brother with David on his lap.

“Want to tell us what’s going on in that mind of yours?” Markus asks, his tone light. David looks over at him from his spot on Edward’s lap and frowns.

“I’m just wondering why my family has never talked about this woman before. That is, if she is family,” he says, his voice subdued, indicating that he was feeling a mixture of hurt and anger.

Moving slightly, Edward reaches up and plays with a bit of David’s short, dark hair. Hearing the soft sigh and feeling the body in his arms relax, Edward smiles at Markus when his brother snickered softly at the site of David looking like a contented cat.

“For now, we mustn’t think about it. I doubt you’ll get anything out of your parents tonight,” Markus says, leaning back against the foot board, his long legs stretching out in front of him. Seeing the curious eyes looking at him, Markus explains his statement.

“Your mother answered the door. She didn’t look too happy, so I figured your father was going to be planning some major sucking up tonight.”

“Oh. Yeah, he said something about homosexuals and their place in the world and in the eyes of God according to Pastor Alex,” David snorts, causing Markus to laugh loudly in amusement, while Edward chuckles quietly.

“Ah, so he’s back to believing someone’s word so completely that he forgets about his own thoughts and opinions…” Edward states softly after he regained control of his laughter. David nods his head, his hair brushing Edward’s chin.

“Yeah, he is. Again,” he says softly, before squirming out of Edward’s lap. “You both are welcome to stay the night.” Hearing the dual thanks, he picks up his chair, before sitting on it and turning to look at the two on his bed.

“Have you made any progress in finding about how your parents and church would react to a gay person?” Markus asks suddenly, pulling out a slightly squished package of long, sweet tobacco cigarillos. Catching David’s frown, he gets up and moves to the window seat. Opening the window, he lights one of the cigarillos, filling the room with the subtle scent of burning tobacco.

“Yeah. I’ve come to the conclusion that the pastor would flip and if the pastor flips, so will dad. My mom though…” he says, trialing off with a soft look in his eyes.

“What about your mom?” Edward asks from the window, having joined Markus, with a pack of Clover special edition peppermint chocolate flavored cigarettes in hand. David looks at them with confusion, wondering when Edward had moved from his place. Shaking his head, David continues on with what he had been saying.

“My mom’s a toss up, but my guess is that she’ll get really odd around that person. I don’t really know,” he says softly, shaking his head again; his hair shifting to fall slightly into his eyes. The twins share another look between themselves before Edward snuffs out the half smoked cigarillo in his hand.

“I’ll go grab our bags,” he says, walking towards the door, dropping a kiss onto David’s head. Nodding, David watches the dark male walk out the door, closing it behind him. As soon as the soft snick was heard, he turned towards Markus with a smile on his lips.

“You can have the shower first if you want,” David says softly. Markus turns his green eyes onto David, gazing at him through the smoke that is lazily rising from the cigarette sitting between his lips. Nodding, he takes one last drag before snuffing out the butt. Getting up, he heads towards David’s closet, raiding the small supply of towels that could be found there. As he walks past David, Markus follows his brother’s footsteps and drops a kiss onto David’s head before walking out the door.

Sighing softly, something that he seemed to be doing a lot lately, David turns to his computer and opens up a screen for posting in his private blog.

Looking away only once, just to smile at Edward when he came back, David starts to type quickly.

I’ve found my answers, or at least some of them. Though, one makes me worry; the one about my father. He has once more fallen into listening to whatever someone of importance has to say; or at least someone he considers important, and forgetting about his own opinions and thoughts. I fear that this time, this very nasty habit will ruin our family completely.

The person he seems to have latched onto is Pastor Alex, the manipulative bastard. The words that came out of father’s mouth at dinner were so close to what Pastor Alex had said at church, but it still upset mother. It makes me wonder why the subject makes mom so upset.

Well, not really upset as so much as…a mixture of angry and sad. I only see that look on her face once a year, but no matter how much I ask, I can’t get the reason out of her or father; and I don’t think I’ll be getting it out of her any time soon.

I wonder if my father’s inability to think for himself and easily be manipulated will force us to move again. I really don’t want to have to. It has taken me a year to get to where I am. Markus and Edward can now hold me without me twitching or freaking out. Hell, they can now touch me without me freaking out.

I feel like I can trust them with my life and that they are the only ones who I can trust. Even after living here for a year, it’s still doubtful that I will ever really make any more friends beyond them.

And should we move, I have a feeling like I won’t be able to find anyone else like them. To get off the subject of my father and his idiocy, I apparently have a new mystery that has made the researcher in me perk up and go “Oh, lookie! Research!”

Someone hacked into my computer and brought up an old article from the 60’s about some woman named Catrina Lewis.

Though, why they felt the need to hack my computer, I can only speculate. They could have sent it to my e-mail. It’s not like I don’t have several to choose from!

Okay, sorry, I had to rant for a moment.

Like I was saying, the article was open on my screen after I came back from the newest disaster known as dinner. The article itself is well written, if a bit sketchy at best on details.

Apparently, Catrina had been caught with her girlfriend during a picnic on prom night. They were both beaten badly and while Catrina died, her girlfriend slipped into a coma. It was not a pretty sight and no one was charged, or at least that’s what the article says. The article also told me that the family actually refused to acknowledge her and the fact that she was their child; which is shocking to me, but not unheard of.

I haven’t exactly gotten around to finding the related articles about this attack. I still have a feeling that it’s not going to be easy though. Homosexuality at that time wasn’t exactly top news, unless it was about how wrong it was or about a new bill passing that would help those who were gay and the fallout following the bill. I still hope that I can find more details about her and find out why the article was pulled up.

Why did they hack my computer? Why this article only? Is it because of the last name? And if she is family, why haven’t I ever been told about her? Are my parents ashamed to have a gay family member? Are they ashamed of the way she died?

Or are they ashamed of the way that they reacted after she died?

Pausing, David sighs softly and clicks the ‘post’ button before getting up. Heading over to his closet, he grabs a pair of night pants and a shirt before heading into the shower that Markus had just left, beating Edward to it by mere inches.

Soon, he was settling down between the twins, his head laying on Markus’s chest as Edward’s arms rested around his waist. He felt safe and comfortable and was able to fall asleep as soon as he heard the soft snore that signaled that Markus was asleep.

As the three continued to sleep, the mouse once more moved in the darkness, waking up the computer from its hibernation state. As the cursor moved across the screen, Edward snorted slightly, shifting just enough to make the mouse stop all movement.

After a few more moments, the mouse continued to move, making the curser open up a new screen. A few soft taps of the keys and the blank tab was now a new article. The screen continued to glow in front of the empty chair for a few moments before once more, the computer was set into its hibernation and the screen turned off, plunging the room back into darkness.

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