My Boyfriend is a Monster by J.H. Coates

sidewalks were still devoid of heavy traffic that didn’t need any weaving or bumping just to navigate. It was pure bliss unlike the anarchy that would descend upon the streets in an hour or so where human traffic jams would become the norm. Walking they approached a cross walk that suddenly held out its red lit hand.
    “Should we?” she asked deviously.
    He opted to wait for the light to change. “No way honey, that would be the time a cop would come around the corner, and then proceed to make me the victim of a hate crime.”
    “How would he even know you were gay?”
    Dramatically he held out his arms presenting himself while widening his eyes as he twirled and curtsied. Not being sure if it was his bright shirt and tight black pants or his rainbow tinted sunglasses or his spikey hair, or maybe it was his ultra-chic carry all but he was right, a blind man could guess he was gay , she thought nodding.
    “Thank you.”
    “There isn’t even a car coming.”
    “No.”
    “But -”
    “What is your hurry girl?”
    “I don’t know, I guess because its saying no makes we want to go.”
    Staring at her for a moment the light finally changed and he gave her a look to get moving. “No makes me want to go,” he repeated sarcastically. “Impatient Dr. Seuss mother fucker,” he mumbled as they crossed. Reaching the other side he decided to make sure they were both on the same page, “So you get that you are staying with us for a while right?”
    “Yeah,” she drew out like a child as she squinted to see if a Dunkin’s was open across the street. She looked at him pointing. “Hey-”
    “Oh hell no,” he quickly dispelled.
    But-”
    “I repeats – Hells to the No.”
    Shaking her head she thought this would be the only place open this early before they got to the store he owned , where they could have all the coffee they wanted, for free. 
    “I mean, until you meet a guy and get married – but I still think the two of you should stay with me and Mar tin,” he said starting to laugh. “At least until you save up enough to buy your own place.” They both stopped and started to laugh. “No sense just running out there and renting when you have a perfectly good home at Mom and Dad’s.”
    “You’re the Mom right.”
    “Hello,” he said smiling as pretty as he could.
    “Thank you Mommy,” she said resting her head on his shoulder.
    “Hey, when we picked you up from your old. . .” he said drawing out the old, “Apartment, I promised you that you would never have to be afraid again.”
    “I know.”
    “And how long has it been?”
    “A while now ,” she said happily.
    “Not a midnight phone call, not a pounding at the door.”
    “No drunken idiot screaming on the street below at three A.M. in the morning.”
    Tugging on her shoulder with an appalled look on his face he asked, “Yeah, what the hell was that?”
    “Right,” she said rolling her eyes.
    “Like a drunken hillbilly version of Street Car Named Abusive,” he chuckled.
    “Again, thank you.”
    “Well, we love you.”
    “HEY!” a loud thundering voice yelled out making Lily jump.
    Seeing her jump he turned nervously only to see a construction worker behind them who seemed to be yelling at a co-worker. Watching her shutter he quickly put his arm around her and yelled back at the construction workers, “Little early to be yelling isn’t fellas.”
    “Fuck you,” a voice yelled back.
    “Fuck you too,” Todd replied.
    “Who’s yelling now asshole,” the voice called back followed with co-worker laughter.
    “Just a big old dumb construction worker honey,” he said gently giving her a squeeze and guiding her forward.
    “Okay,” she said taking a deep breathe then laughing.
    “Let’s just take it slow and enjoy this fine day.”
    “We gotta find a coffee.”
    “Hooker, I own a coffee shop. And were only a few blocks away,” he said oblivious to his earlier tantrum.
    “Yeah you do,” she said condescendingly.
    “Oh