Chapter 1: Ignore It
'time to wake up kylie.'
His eyes opened tiredly.
'get up. come on kylie move a little quicker…'
He moved his legs over the side of the bed and stood upright. His brown curls hung slightly in his face and framed his childish features. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he glanced back to his bed and then to his clock, 6:50 it read. A small sigh escaped his lips.
'she didn't come back last night, are you hurt kylie?'
"No, she probably just went to do something important…" Kyle brushed the curls away from his face and began to put his grey, slightly wrinkled slacks on.
'you mean someone important? she didn't call you.'
"She doesn't need to tell me where she is at every second of the day," he buttoned up his black dress shirt and then proceeded to tie a pink and black tie around his collar.
'yes she does. she is your wife.'
"I don't own her. She isn't a slave. Let it go," he brushed his teeth and walked out of his room and into the rest of the house.
'accept what I told you before.'
"There's nothing to accept because it's not true," Kyle carefully made two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and then cut each of them into four small, even squares. "Charlie, Greyson wake up little ones," he tapped on their white door as he opened it.
The twins sat up at their own pace, clearly not wanting to escape the warmth of their cribs.
"Daddy," Charlotte lifted her little arms up to her father as her brother did the same. Their little blonde curls flipped up in whichever way that they pleased.
He lifted the two from their beds and carried them to the kitchen. He loved his kids.
'you act so happy kylie.'
"I'm delighted to be alive," he set the twins down in their high chairs and began feeding them the sandwiches he had made.
The little blondes clapped as they munched on their little meals.
Kyle smiled sweetly and went to get their clothes for the day from their room. They would have to come to school with him today.
When they were finished he dressed them, loaded them into their car seats, and drove to the high school he taught at; Jasper High School. Its grim exterior matched the futures of its students.
He carried the twins inside to his brightly colored classroom and set up a small play pen beside his desk for them. His classroom was still empty of students.
'she doesn't love you, you know.'
"To be married there has to be a substantial amount of love present and even more than that to have kids," he began writing his notes on the white board in front of the room.
It laughed at him, 'no no, now you're referring to sex kylie.'
"No, it's love I'm talking about. It's love, is it not my little ones?" he smiled and ruffled the already out of place curls on their heads.
They smiled big, "Love!"
"See, it is love," he finished writing the notes and sat on the floor with his kids.
"Good morning Mr. Allen," a blonde haired student came quietly into the room. Her hair fell in loose curls around her small face. A large grey sweater kept her warm and almost went down to her jean covered knees.
"Good morning to you," he smiled at her. "How are you on this cloudy day Ms. Tara?"
She sat down by the twins with her messenger bag in her lap, "I'm fine… Have you heard anything…?"
The little twins climbed on her knees and giggled happily.
There was a small amount of silence before Kyle spoke. "They don't think he's alive," the words hurt and his smile faltered. "They have gotten a few photos but they don't think they're recent," he sighed.
'would you die if he died?'
"No," he picked Charlotte up and cradled her in his arms.
The blonde watched him. "No…?" her voice was quiet.
Kyle looked up from the little girl.
'oops kylie messed up.'
"I meant… No, I'm not going to accept that he hasn't made it this long… He's alive I know it…" he smiled weakly at her.
A worried look crossed his students face, "Mr. Allen…"
"Morning Fag," another student walked in pulling Kyle's cousin behind her. Her sandy blonde hair hung in crispy, straight strands around her bony shoulders. She sat at one of the desks in the back of the room.
Kyle's cousin silently followed after her. His stark black hair spiked randomly and made shadows cross his face clouding his blue eyes. Emily hung on his arm as he sat on her desk.
"Good morning Ms. Emily, Naru. Once again, I'm married to a beautiful lady and these are my two kids, so please watch your mouth," he stood after setting Charlotte back into the pen.
Tara stood and took her seat in the front of the room as his other students filed in.
Emily looked away from Kyle's cousin for a moment, "You teach English and Dance, there's no way you can't be gay. Your marriage is a cover up and a scam. Your kids are probably adopted because you're too grossed out to touch your wife's-"
'she's technically right kylie, or is that a secret you've buried too deep inside that breaking heart of yours,' it laughed again.
"No! That's quite enough!" his voice too loud and too angry as he slammed his literature book down.
The room fell silent.
'are you losing it kylie?'
"No, I'm not!" his cheeks were flushed with his frustration.
It laughed again, 'watch who you're talking to.'
"It was a joke, geez Teach," Emily leaned back in her desk and began applying more makeup to her already makeup-caked face.
The other students quietly took their seats and began talking quietly amongst themselves.
"Are you okay Mr. Allen…?" Ms. Tara's chin rested on her knuckles as she talked to him.
He ran his fingers through his hair nervously, "Yes, just a little stressed…"
"If I hear you yelling again, Kyle, I'll have you kicked out of here so fast your ass will have road rash," an assistant principal stood in the doorway to Kyle's room. His clipboard was full of notes and citations for all of the teachers in the school.
"Mr. Masters..." Kyle stuttered.
His black suit was perfectly pressed, not a seam was curved in any manner. "What is this?" Mr. Masters grabbed Kyle's tie in an aggravated manner. "This is not appropriate teacher attire. Take it off. It's too girly and it should be black according to my specifications listed in the August memo. Remember? Section three, subsection two, bullet seven: No teacher should wear any tie, or bow tie that could be in any way related to hidden sexualities. So, in conclusion to my citation of you Mr. Allen. No pink ties."
"Meanie…!" Little Greyson stood on his wobbly little legs.
That caught the principal's attention. Rage developed, "You brought your children to school with you!"
Kyle cringed just slightly as he tried to pull his tie away from the man, "My… My wife didn't come home… I couldn't find her this morning so I had to bring them with me… I…"
"You couldn't find her? How pathetic are you!" Emily laughed loudly. A few of the other students joined her.
"Emily Davis! Hush!" Mr. Masters stared Kyle down angrily. "That's not an excuse. This is the fourth time this week. They're a distraction. Hire a nanny," the man, then, left after yanking Kyle's tie from his neck.
Kyle sighed briefly as he rubbed his temples with his slender fingers. The day had begun.