Eternity

Chapter 22

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Brian's POV

Justin sees Daphne and Tammie walk out onto the porch and kisses me on the cheek, letting me know he will be right back. Leaning up against a tree I smoke a cigarette watching as our friends and family slowly trickle in. Lindsay walks up to me smiling slyly and then leans playfully on my shoulder. "Hi, Brian. I was surprised to see you show up so early."

I smirk at her. "Are you now?"

She turns to face me placing her hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry, Bri, I just...I just wanted tonight to be special for Gwen and you so I told you an earlier time."

I clear my throat. "You know sorry is bullshit, Lindsay." I wink at her mischievously. "Don't worry, tonight will be a very memorable occasion."

She looks a bit nervous. "Bri, what are you planning on doing?"

I take a deep drag from my cigarette and laugh holding out my arms. "You know we can't have a party without party Games."

Lindsay and I talk for a bit and then our evening entertainment arrives. About twenty people walk out to the backyard dressed in robes. They slowly start to disrobe, revealing women with strap-ons. Men clad only in leather briefs and one woman has a corset on snugly underneath her breasts, letting them show freely. They begin setting up in the corner I told them to earlier in the week.

I watch Lindsay as her face turns from shock to amusement as she points over in the direction of the games then whispers in my ear, "Brian ,what is that?"

I let out a laugh seeing a man wearing only leather straps holding a Bingo board. "That, my dear, is butt hole bingo."

She laughs and blushes slightly. "Jesus, Brian, this is too much."

Studying her expression I can tell she likes it. In fact, I bet she wishes she thought of it herself. "What if your mother shows up?" she whispers.

I pull back and laugh. "Oh, we can only hope."

She playfully slaps me. "That's what I love about you. No apologies no regrets. What do you think Gwen will say to this circus that is about to play out in my backyard?"

I huff out a laugh. "Who the fuck do you think helped me plan it?"

She takes the cigarette out of my hand inhaling deeply as she smiles at me. "Like father like Daughter."

I shrug my shoulders. "Not really, I think she has become a lot better person than I could ever be."

"Bri, that's not true. You're an amazing person and father."

Quickly I realize I am not ready for this conversation or for her compliments. I know I could be better, treat people with more respect, but I was not raised to do so. I lived by survival instincts alone. I clear my throat again and look into Lindsay's brown eyes. "Gwen was raised in a very loving home. We are completely different on many levels. I'm glad she had you and Mel. God knows I could have done more."

Before she can answer I walk away to talk to our newest guests to see if they need anything. An extra hand, or possibly another dildo. I chuckle at my own thoughts.

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Joan's POV

Pulling up to the house I see a lot of cars lined up and down the road. I finally find a place to park. I look up at the house and wonder if I should even be here. I know I'm invited but I'm certainly not welcome. Brian has let me know that on many occasions. I don't know why he treats me like this. All I want to do is keep our family together. He has absolutely no respect for me, my beliefs, or God. He would rather be out sinning, disgracing God and our good family name.

I huff in disgust, then paste on a smile. I open the trunk and take out a gift for Gwen and her soon to be husband. I did not get anything for Brian and his. I can't even bring myself to say it. My heart aches knowing he will be spending eternity in hell with his male lover. I know they claim they are getting married, but it could never be. It is not legal and it is wrong in God's eyes; a travesty and blasphemy against our faith.

I feel myself growing angrier with each step I take closer to the house, where those two women have raised my grandchildren. If they don't grow up to be perverse heathens I will be surprised. Walking up to the door I knock several times with no answer. I decide to just walk in. I peek around the corner, and seeing no one, walk further into the house. "Is anybody here?"

Switching on the light I see them right away and my heart sinks at the site before me. I gasp in horror watching my grandson being pawed over by a young man and woman.

I hear his voice tremble as he pulls away from their disgusting embrace. "Oh, shit, it's my grandmother," he mutters then looks at me horrified. He should be, because what he was doing is wrong. "Hi, Grandmother," Gus says dryly as he sinks back on the sofa and clears his throat. "Everyone is out back. I…umm this is…"

I don't let him finish his thoughts before my anger gets the best of me. I know what I am going to tell him is right in God's eyes. I am not judging Gus, only God is the judge. I am just letting my grandson know how God sees what he is doing. "Gus Abraham Kinney," I yell, pulling him up to his feet. "What in Jesus Christ's name are you doing? Don't you know it's wrong to be doing…?" I turn my head away feeling completely repulsed. I can't bear to think what they were going to do. "Your father has done this to you. Your father and your mothers, for living their disgusting lifestyle and subjecting you to…to this travesty. These abominations. You do know you will all burn in Hell for eternity for the acts you were doing?"

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Brian's POV

I can feel the change in the air and I know right away my mother has arrived. Her bitterness and hatred seeps into my soul and my heart burns from her animosity. Grabbing a nearby bottle of Jim Beam I take a swig trying to numb the pain I feel every time she is near. Suddenly I hear yelling from inside the house and everything seems to stand still around me as I move in slow motion. Opening the door, the noise is even louder, and everything seems to speed up in front of my eyes.

I see mother with her hands on Gus shaking him and screaming. "You are going to rot in the pit of Hell unless you ask God for forgiveness."

He pushes her away. "Never! I will never be like you," he spits out, and I couldn't be prouder of him than I am at this very moment. "Your God, the God you speak about is full of hate. If he cannot see the loving relationship I have with Zack and Sara then I say bring on Hell, bring on the Demons. I love them more than anything in this world ,you bitter old bitch!"

"What's going on in here?" I growl, giving Gus a slightly apologetic smile as he shakes nervously. Zack and Sara both stand up and hold him close. I take in a breath of relief knowing he has someone; two some ones to help him heal from the wounds my mother has just inflicted on him. Taking another swig of whiskey I walk over to Joan.

She straightens her body and sighs. "Brian, do you have any idea what I caught your son and these two...two degenerates doing?"

I huff out a laugh. "Uh, I don't know; fucking? Did you catch them fucking ,mother?"

She grits her teeth together. "How dare you say that word in front of me? No wonder your children are perverse. They definitely have a role model to look up to."

I grab her forcefully by the arm dragging her outside and pushing her out onto the lawn. "You have no right to come into my children's home to cause trouble. You are no longer welcome in this family."

She just stands there clinching her fists and pursing her lips tightly together. "How dare you talk to me like this? And how dare you let your son be so disrespectful to me. I am his grandmother."

I raise my brow at her. "Really? You're only grandma when you want to be. My son can speak to you however he wants to. One thing I have taught both my kids is to only show respect to those who earn it. "You have not given any respect to his family ever!" I scream at her.

She straightens up her dress and glares at me. "What do you think your father would have to say about all this?"

I laugh at her. "Who fucking cares? He's been dead for years. He was a fucking prick. I don't care what either one of you have to say. I hope for the love of God, when you do finally die you don't go to heaven; but to hell. I honestly don't think God wants a hypocrite sitting next to him on his throne." I hand her the bottle of Jim Beam. "Here, Mother, drink to your hearts content, don't forget to take the chips when you check out. You're going to need them in that BBQ pit fire of Hell you talk so fondly about," I comment sarcastically.

She storms off in a huff muttering under her breath.

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Jack's POV

I watch from the crossroads of life and death in sadness as my wife belittles my grandson and preaches of her enduring faith. I couldn't stand her bitching while I was living and I still can't stand it now that I'm gone. I know I was an awful father. When I found out Joan was pregnant with Brian I wanted her to get an abortion. But after the kid arrived I kind of liked my Sonny Boy. I remember when he was a baby I held him close, wishing that he had a better family. I knew I could never be what he needed.

I know what it was like to grow up in a family that was abusive; I dealt with the pain every day. I turned to alcohol to drown it away. Every time I hit him or said something mean and hateful, I saw myself becoming more and more like my own old man. Then I would drink even more. I fucked up and now I'm learning to heal from every pain I caused others and myself.

I wish I could tell him I'm sorry but I know he would never believe me. Why in the hell should he? Lightly, I lay my hand on his shoulder and I feel him shudder under my touch. "I love you, Sonny Boy."

"Hi, pop," he turns and whispers before he walks back into the house.

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