Thanks go to Trish for the Plot Bunny and her FABULOUS input on the story… luv u girl! Song lyrics from “I’m with you” by Avril Lavigne… I don’t like her, but the song goes good with it, so I said, what the hell. Enjoy, and review! LOL!
“You are NOT to talk about your disgusting lifestyle and… you are NEVER to see him again… do I make myself clear?” Craig Taylor pointed across the room to a sitting Brian, making his point. Justin looked back once, turned and ran to his room, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Brian thought for a moment… wondering if he should even bother telling this man off… this… monster. Jennifer Taylor looked back and forth between her husband and Brian, before getting up and running upstairs to Justin’s side. “Get out of my house. NOW!” Craig shouted at Brian. Brian looked up the staircase before sighing and walking out of the house. As he walked down the cemented path leading to his jeep out in the street, he realized that maybe he should have done something… He jumped into the driver’s side, his forehead set on top of the steering wheel. He slowly raised his head, looking onto the road before starting the ignition and speeding away. Brian realized then, that those baby blue eyes… the color that was forever implanted in his memory, would haunt him for the rest of his life… ~~~~~~~~~~~ Two Years Later… ~~~~~~~~~~~ (Justin’s POV) The stench of man sex is in the air. The sound of condom’s being ripped from their packages is the only thing keeping me aware of my surroundings. I don’t even remember what I took tonight… what else is new? In my state of mind, I can still remember all the pains of my life. The feeling of some random guy pounding my ass; it cannot make me forget. “Can… you just, you know… go a little slower…?” I ask the man behind me. He ignores me… “I said… slow…slower… please.” I feel his arms grip my shoulders, my face being pushed against the wall… “It hurts… please… make it stop…” he starts ripping into me… and the pain is almost too much to bare… but… I don’t even know if it’s the physical pain that hurts so badly… then he laughs… I’m pushed away… He leans down and whispers into my ear. “Run home to your mommy, you scared little faggot!” I can smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. I look down at my feet, feeling a bit dizzy, but still able to walk on my own. I walk away, dressing myself as best as I can as I do. The figures around me are but a blur… As I leave the baths, the cold night air strikes me with such a force, I feel as though I'm being stabbed in the face with a very sharp blade. I then realize that I’ve left my shoes in the bathhouse… but I need to get away… I know I can’t go back in… not now… “Why am I so fucked up?” I ask myself, as I walk down the deserted sidewalk, cars zooming by. “Oh yeah. I’m gay, my father deserted me, and I got bashed.” I laugh to myself as I think back to almost a year and a half ago… “Poor little Justin. They didn’t think he’d make it… not at all…” my voice turns serious, as does the conversation I’m having with myself. “Well, weren’t they right… right from the start… I am pathetic… I am nothing… I might as well just have died that night… It would have prevented so much pain…” I can feel the tears brimming my eyes, just dying to fall… “I have 10 bucks in my pocket… a crappy apartment, and a job at the Big Q… no more art… not that it matters anyway… I lost all interest in that when my muse just left me there that day.” The tears fall, and my face becomes even colder as they do. “Those eyes…” I walk on. Down to the spot I go to every night. *** (Brian’s POV) One minute I'm getting my dick sucked, the next I notice him. I need to take a double take when I notice him. The kid looks good… even when he’s fucked up… then I realize something… “Hey… I said HEY! Stop… and you’d better not use your teeth next time… never mind… there won’t be a next time.” I tell the trick who was sucking my dick… hey, that rhymed… wait. Back onto the subject at hand here… Justin. How could I forget that name? Never. I watch from a distance… and see Justin getting pushed away, and leaving. I walk up to the troll, so many thoughts running through my mind. I glare at him until I notice a pair of sneakers lying on the floor… Justin’s shoes… I pick them up and walk out, following the twink. “I'm standing on a bridge I'm waiting in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now There’s nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening but there’s no sound Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Wont you take me by the hand Take me somewhere new I don’t know who you are But I... I'm with you” *** “I'm looking for a place Searching for a face Is anybody here I know Cause nothings going right And everything’s a mess And no one likes to be alone Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Wont you take me by the hand Take me somewhere new I don’t know who you are But I... I'm with you” (Justin's POV) I look on into the water… the dark blue water… it ripples gently tonight… so welcoming… I grip the edge of the bridge… no cars are in sight as I check my surroundings. I life myself up onto the railing and stand up on the edge, looking down… keeping my balance is so hard when I'm fucked up… It’s just the perfect night… To end it all…