Burn in Hell Saint Joan

Author's Notes: No offense is intended towards Christianity or Catholicism. I hope you enjoy the story and I welcome any constructive criticism you may have. Flamers will be disregarded and used to light the fire in my fireplace.

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Brian's POV

As the crowd departs from the graveside service of Joan Kinney, a solitary figure remains. Staring at the ornate headstone, Brian Kinney is lost in his thoughts.

Well, you wretched old bitch, you're finally gone! That is something definitely worth drinking to - big time. I can just imagine that your last thoughts were that of you being up for and deserving sainthood for all that you did and put up with during your time here.

Oh what I wouldn't give to be there when the deeds of your life are brought forward during judgment time. After all, isn't the overall message of the Bible supposed to be of love and compassion for your fellow man and woman?

Wouldn't they be quite interested to know of all the emotional and mental abuse that you committed, in addition to the physical abuse done by dear old Jack while you stood by and did nothing to prevent it. May that fucking son of a bitch rot in Hell.

What emotional abuse you have the audacity to ask? You know full well what I'm talking about you fucking bitch!! I'm referring to all those times you refused to acknowledge that I was your son. The ever-perpetual condemnation for the way I lived my life. For fucks sake! You even did the fire and brimstone lecture when you came to see me at Kinnetik after you found out I had cancer. No, it was too much to ask that you have love and compassion for your son as he went through a fucking terrifying ordeal. You just had to go on about how all this was part of God's plan to get me to turn from the sinful life that I was leading. Nope, you were true to form with your Ice Queen persona.

Don't even try to deny the mental abuse. Nothing I did was ever good enough for you. You couldn't allow yourself to be proud of the fact that I was very successful in my chosen career field. Or that at a very young age, I owned my own business and was making a name for myself. Even the fact that I had a son who happened to be your own flesh and blood grandson, and was finding some measure of happiness in my life, wasn't good enough for you.

Oh no, the ONLY thing you could acknowledge was the fact that I was a proud gay man, and how it was a major embarrassment to you. Firmly convinced that I was doing all of this just to spite you. Not once did you take the time to get to truly know me and form some sort of relationship.

You know, all of this bullshit you and Jack heaped upon me from day one could've made me very bitter and jaded about life, love and relationships. Fuck! Who am I kidding? It nearly did.

Thank God, I had Mikey and Debbie and the rest of the gang while growing up. They all helped keep me somewhat sane during all of this fucking crap. Then there's Justin. He is my saving grace and permanent ray of sunshine. It's because of all of them, and especially him, that I've been able to learn that it's all right to open oneself up somewhat to love and being part of an accepting family. I think it definitely goes without saying that if it wasn't for them, I would've gone fucking insane and offed myself long ago. Now wouldn't that have been quite the scandal for you. However would you have lived down the taint of suicide on top of me being gay? Probably would've downright pissed you off but I don't give a flying fuck.

I remember all those times of you going on about the importance of carrying on the Kinney legacy. Don't worry, Mother Dearest...I'm sure your precious Claire will continue the fine Kinney tradition of being homophobic assholes. Shit! We've already seen the seed starting to sprout and root itself firmly in those demon spawns of hers. Don't even deny it, Joan. It was mainly your influence that prompted John to accuse me of molesting him in the first place. The evidence speaks for itself.

Oh yes, I can just hear you now in that pompous and righteous tone, admonishing me about being that way to family members and to show more respect. Reality check, Joanie! You fuckers haven't been my family for a very long time. Anyone who knows me knows that I only give respect to those who have earned it and deserve it. You and the rest of this fucked up family never did warrant it. My Liberty family on the other hand do, yes even Melanie.

According to you, I'm going to burn in Hell because of the lifestyle I chose to live. That may be so, but I was never once the fucking hypocrite that you were all this time. Oh what I wouldn't give to be there when all this comes to light. To see you try and justify this in a way that makes you come out like a so-called model of virtue. Just to be able to see the look on your face when you hear of your eternal reward.

Brian feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to see Justin standing there. "Brian, it's time to go. The gang is gonna meet up at Debbie's. None of them want to hear weeping hysterical Claire again. I guess apparently once was enough." Brian can't help but smirk at that.

Hand in hand, they head back to the car. Brian pauses a moment and turns back to look at the headstone one final time and flips it the finger.

May you burn in Hell Saint Joan

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