Weeks passed and Lawrence’s life was still the same, school was still school, his friends were still his friends, and life was still life. It was not until a cold November night when Lawrence changed forever. Lawrence was walking home from staying after school, his dad was working late so he figured why not.
As Lawrence walked down the road he stopped and noticed a pair of headlights coming up behind him, they were different then all the other headlights, as if they were calling to him, telling him to stop and wait. He did so.
When the headlights got closer he could see it was Colin’s truck, it pulled up alongside him and Colin was in the driver seat yelling to Lawrence.
“Lawrence get in! We got to go!” Colin shouted.
“What? Why?” asked Laurence very confused.
“No time! Just get in!” yelled Eugen from the passenger seat.
Lawrence opened the back seat door and climbed in. As he did so Colin slammed on the gas pedal and took off toward the hospital.
“What’s going on?” asked Lawrence again.
“It’s Tyler. He’s in the hospital.” Eugene told him.
“What happened?” Lawrence asked concerned.
“He got jumped on the way to his home. It was outside Heather’s place. She said she thought it was just dogs fighting, but when she went to take the trash out she found him lying there.” Colin piped in.
“God, is he OK?”
“We got a call from the doc apparently Colin was listed first in his emergency contact. He said Tyler had a concussion, three bruised ribs, a broken arm, and broken leg.” Eugene told Lawrence.
“Why did this happen?”
“Gay bashing.” Colin said with hatred in his voice.
“Do they know who did it?”
“I know who did it.”
“Max Fisher.” Colin gripped the steering wheel when he said the name.
“Ya the senior.”
“How do you know?”
“A half hour ago, Max posted the details of the attack to his false web page. Take a look at this, ‘just bashed a fairy's face in man it felt good’... ‘wish I could do it again’... ‘maybe he’ll think twice about shown his face again.’ Need I go on?” said Eugene
“No, let’s just get to the hospital.” Lawrence said in almost a shocked tone. He couldn’t believe the things he just heard.
The hospital was all quiet except for Tylers room. A smaller room in the far west part of the building. Tyler's parents and Heather were by his bed. Tyler face was bruised, his arm and leg were already in a cast, and he was on a I.V. Lawrence and Eugene stood by Tylers bed and looked at him. Tyler was unconscious so he did not look back. Colin ran in a few minutes after Eugene, after he parked his truck. Upon seeing Tyler lying in the bed, Colin clenched his fist. Lawrence looked at Tyler and noticed that some red mark was on Tyler chest.
“What is that?” asked Lawrence.
“The doctor tried to wash off a homophobic slur that was on his chest.” Tyler’s mother said in tears.
Tyler’s mother looked nothing like Tyler, her hair was a light brown were Tylers hair was a dark black. much like his fathers. His mother did have a more hispanic look to her. Tyler himself looked more caucasian than hispanic. Lawrence never noticed that all of his friends, in fact all the people he knew were either caucasian or hispanic. He was worried that would make him a racist, but know was not the time to think about that.
“I just don’t know why? My son is not gay.” his father added.
“It was a case of mistaken identity.” Colin told them, seeing this was not the time or place for them to learn about Tyler’s sexuality.
Tyler’s mother started to cry uncontrollably, Tyler's father took her into his arms and tried to comfort her. Lawrence stood their in a jealous envy. He wished he had parents who cared as much as Tyler’s parents cared for him. Lawrence knew his mother cared for him, he knew she did not leave because of Lawrence, or Scarlet, or Claire. She left because she knew that if she stayed one day Lawrence’s father would kill her, but Lawrence once again told himself that this was not the time or the place to be thinking about himself.
Lawrence stood there looking into Tylers shut eyes knowing the people who did this to him were out there laughing at his misery. It made Lawrence sick. Then something came over him, an anger he never knew he had. Lawrence grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the room. Eugene and Colin went after him.
“Lawrence? Lawrence where are you going?” Colin yelled to him as they ran after him down the almost dead silent halls. Lawrence stopped and waited for them to catch up.
“I’m going after him.” Lawrence said in a tone that was new to him. It was not anger, it was something else. Something far worse than anger.
“Who?” asked Eugene still trying to catch his breath.
“Fisher. I’m going to find him and make him pay.”
“Hold on Lawrence, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Eugene told him.
“I’m in.” Colin chimed in. He had the same look of revenge and justice in his eyes as Lawrence did.
“What about you Eugene? You in or out?” asked Lawrence.
“I just don’t know?”
“Eugene, remember what you told me about manning up. Well thats what I’m doing before this happens again. To someone else or God forbid to Tyler again and who knows next time they might kill him.”
Hearing those words the look of revenge was now in Eugene’s eyes. As if a fire had started and would soon be unleashed on Max Fisher.
“I’m in.” Eugene said.
All three of them walked out together, not before Lawrence checked on Claire. She was sound asleep, she was unaware of the storm soon to come. Lawrence looked to Colin after they entered his truck.
“Colin drive.” Lawrence told him in a very assertive tone.
“Any particular place?” asked Colin.
“The hardware store.” replied Lawrence.
“Why the hardware store?” asked Eugene.
“We're going to need some blunt objects.”