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130lbs of failure.
One: 'It's not alright..'
Two: 'Nobody's listening'
Three: 'Difference'
Four: 'Sticks'
Five: 'Female parts are gross'
Six: 'Friends'
Seven: 'Who am I?'
Eight: 'Passion'
Nine: 'Lost'
Can you fucken believe it? Chapter ten!
I was bored lastnight, so i started writing some.. then this morning.. i wrote more. Whee.
He stood still before me, not many things could be noticed on his face right away. I couldn't tell what he was feeling.
"Your.. own father?" He said, almost mortified.
I nodded slightly, lowering my head a little. I felt uneasy about him looking at me the way he was. About him knowing the way i was, the way things are around here.
"I can't believe someone could do something to their own son like that." Bam ran his hands through his perfect hair, and i smiled slightly when most of it stayed standing straight up in the air.
"Your coming with me." His words confused me, as he grabbed my arm and drug me into my bedroom.
In a haze of dark black lights and few candles i saw an image of the last time we were in here together. The way his hands touched me.
His lips on mine, my lips on his.
"Pack some shit you need" He said grabbing a duffle bag that was lying next to my guitar case.
I looked at him confused, and he opened my drawers.
"Pack. Your coming to stay with me for awhile." He said, as if it was obvious.
I shook my head.
"Yes, Vil. I can't let you just stay here with him. Let him do those things to you."
"Bam.. it's complicated.. you can't-"
"I can't what Ville? Understannd? Oh, I fucking understand, all right. He hits you. Physically and more than likely emotionally abuses you. Im afraid of what else he could do.." Bam said, his hair still sticking up in the air as if he'd gelled it that way. "Its final. Your coming to stay with me for awhile. I wont let this happen anymore. Its.. it's not right"
He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Like it was he who had been hit, had been beaten. But it wasn't him, it was me. So, why the tears?
I walked over to him, grabing his hands as he struggled to unzip the black duffle bag on my bed.
He looked up at me and i nearly melted.
The way his hair was, the tilt of his eyebrows and the soft expression on his face.
"Please Ville.."
My lips found his, capturing them in a soft sensual kiss that left my knees shaking and my head spinning.
My hands were still holding his, and he inched closer to me, moaning into my mouth.
That almost set me over the edge, and i broke the kiss, still lingering dangerously close to his lips.
"Wow" His voice came out in a harsh whisper. Like he had something caught in his throat, like an infection.
"Yeah.." I said, smiling down at him.
A few moments of silence and smiles followed and then I finally agreed to stuff some crap into my bag and stay at his house for awhile.
I would be home alone for the next few days, my parents wouldn't miss me. We gathered clothes, cds and my guitar and headed out of my bedroom, but not before he stopped me at the door and stood on his tiptoes, leaning in to kiss my lips, so softly it felt like he didn't even touch them.
"I love doing that.." He smiled, turning around and walking out the door.
I stood there for a moment sucking it all in. I smiled, a real one. One that lingered for awhile as i caught up to him, and we walked together to his house.
Words falter as I reach for your hand. our fingers entwined, flames rise within our throats, causing us to blink and reverse our breathing, if only to match my every breath with yours. My door slamming becomes background music, and we walk together into a new setting and a new beginning.
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"MOM!!" Bam yelled as we entered his kitchen.
"What now" She mumbled coming around the corner holding a dishtowel, and wiping her hands off.
"Ville is going to stay with us for awhile" He said, his hand still in mine and her eyes travelling to them.
"Okay." She smiled "But why, what about your parents?"
Bam looked at me and I shook my head, I wasn't ready for anyone to know. It was bad enough Bam himself knew.
"Uhm.. can we.. talk about that later? Its a touchy subject." He said, looking at me, and giving me a reassuring nodd.
"Alright.. but i dont want them to come over here and accuse me of kidnapping there kid." She said throwing the dishtowel onto the marble countertop. "It's nice to have you here, Ville." She smiled, giving me a small hug.
I tensed at first but relaxed when Bam gave my hand a tight squeeze. She let go and looked at our hands, smiling wider.
"Ohhhh" She giggled a bit, clapping her hands.
"What?" Bam said, almost accusingly.
"Your two are so cute!"
"Mooooom" Bam whined. "Where can he sleep?"
"Well, since Dunn took the last spare bedroom he's going to have to bunk with someone. We can bring in an extra bed from attic into your room so he can stay there."
"Alright, you do that." He said, leading me up the stairs, his hand never leaving mine.
It's short, but who cares.
Comment.
One: 'It's not alright..'
Two: 'Nobody's listening'
Three: 'Difference'
Four: 'Sticks'
Five: 'Female parts are gross'
Six: 'Friends'
Seven: 'Who am I?'
Eight: 'Passion'
Nine: 'Lost'
Can you fucken believe it? Chapter ten!
I was bored lastnight, so i started writing some.. then this morning.. i wrote more. Whee.
He stood still before me, not many things could be noticed on his face right away. I couldn't tell what he was feeling.
"Your.. own father?" He said, almost mortified.
I nodded slightly, lowering my head a little. I felt uneasy about him looking at me the way he was. About him knowing the way i was, the way things are around here.
"I can't believe someone could do something to their own son like that." Bam ran his hands through his perfect hair, and i smiled slightly when most of it stayed standing straight up in the air.
"Your coming with me." His words confused me, as he grabbed my arm and drug me into my bedroom.
In a haze of dark black lights and few candles i saw an image of the last time we were in here together. The way his hands touched me.
His lips on mine, my lips on his.
"Pack some shit you need" He said grabbing a duffle bag that was lying next to my guitar case.
I looked at him confused, and he opened my drawers.
"Pack. Your coming to stay with me for awhile." He said, as if it was obvious.
I shook my head.
"Yes, Vil. I can't let you just stay here with him. Let him do those things to you."
"Bam.. it's complicated.. you can't-"
"I can't what Ville? Understannd? Oh, I fucking understand, all right. He hits you. Physically and more than likely emotionally abuses you. Im afraid of what else he could do.." Bam said, his hair still sticking up in the air as if he'd gelled it that way. "Its final. Your coming to stay with me for awhile. I wont let this happen anymore. Its.. it's not right"
He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Like it was he who had been hit, had been beaten. But it wasn't him, it was me. So, why the tears?
I walked over to him, grabing his hands as he struggled to unzip the black duffle bag on my bed.
He looked up at me and i nearly melted.
The way his hair was, the tilt of his eyebrows and the soft expression on his face.
"Please Ville.."
My lips found his, capturing them in a soft sensual kiss that left my knees shaking and my head spinning.
My hands were still holding his, and he inched closer to me, moaning into my mouth.
That almost set me over the edge, and i broke the kiss, still lingering dangerously close to his lips.
"Wow" His voice came out in a harsh whisper. Like he had something caught in his throat, like an infection.
"Yeah.." I said, smiling down at him.
A few moments of silence and smiles followed and then I finally agreed to stuff some crap into my bag and stay at his house for awhile.
I would be home alone for the next few days, my parents wouldn't miss me. We gathered clothes, cds and my guitar and headed out of my bedroom, but not before he stopped me at the door and stood on his tiptoes, leaning in to kiss my lips, so softly it felt like he didn't even touch them.
"I love doing that.." He smiled, turning around and walking out the door.
I stood there for a moment sucking it all in. I smiled, a real one. One that lingered for awhile as i caught up to him, and we walked together to his house.
Words falter as I reach for your hand. our fingers entwined, flames rise within our throats, causing us to blink and reverse our breathing, if only to match my every breath with yours. My door slamming becomes background music, and we walk together into a new setting and a new beginning.
------
"MOM!!" Bam yelled as we entered his kitchen.
"What now" She mumbled coming around the corner holding a dishtowel, and wiping her hands off.
"Ville is going to stay with us for awhile" He said, his hand still in mine and her eyes travelling to them.
"Okay." She smiled "But why, what about your parents?"
Bam looked at me and I shook my head, I wasn't ready for anyone to know. It was bad enough Bam himself knew.
"Uhm.. can we.. talk about that later? Its a touchy subject." He said, looking at me, and giving me a reassuring nodd.
"Alright.. but i dont want them to come over here and accuse me of kidnapping there kid." She said throwing the dishtowel onto the marble countertop. "It's nice to have you here, Ville." She smiled, giving me a small hug.
I tensed at first but relaxed when Bam gave my hand a tight squeeze. She let go and looked at our hands, smiling wider.
"Ohhhh" She giggled a bit, clapping her hands.
"What?" Bam said, almost accusingly.
"Your two are so cute!"
"Mooooom" Bam whined. "Where can he sleep?"
"Well, since Dunn took the last spare bedroom he's going to have to bunk with someone. We can bring in an extra bed from attic into your room so he can stay there."
"Alright, you do that." He said, leading me up the stairs, his hand never leaving mine.
It's short, but who cares.
Comment.