It was now 3am and the party was officially over. Throughout the remainder of it, Kyle was patted on the back, hugged and even kissed by supporters for him. They called him all sorts of names such as brave, bold, marvellous and Kyle had truly never received this amount of affection towards him before.

"I need to go for a walk." he said to himself, quietly.

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Time had passed between Kyle's journey home. The taxi was considerably late by an hour and a half and then impromptu, Kyle decided to walk the last mile. The night was now being consumed by the dawn sun. The story now finishes at 6am.

The air was fresh and awoke Kyle from his hazy dream. As he traipsed across the empty football field, he absorbed everything around him. He breathed in the air, smelt the cutten grass and felt the morning due. At the half-way line he suddenly stopped and knelt down whilst addressing the sky.

"I am gay! I am homosexual! A queer, poof, homo, ducky! I want to take it up the arse! I like cock! I fancy men! I am a faggot! Gay boy, am I! I AM GAY!" Kyle shouted at the top of his voice.

This was so liberating for him and he was grinning hugely as he dare spoke this.

An old man who was walking his dog was stood at the opposite end of the field and had heard every word.

"As long as you don't do it on these fields then I'm happy for you!" he shouted in true Lancastrian fashion.

Kyle laughed.

He had never felt so much alive and now Kyle Docherty was truly free.

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Kyle lives in a homophobic community. His father is ignorant, his uncle an idiot and the hatred is felt all around.

Kyle is confused about his sexuality but who does he go to? Will he fight his demons?

updated Dec 4 '10 by DanielMcLaughlin-TheFool