Awkward Young Man (Chapter 8)
Title: Awkward Young Man (Chapter 8)
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings:PG-13 cussing
Summary: Ian is preparing for departure (suicide)
Author's Notes: Sorry for lateness :P I have been super busy! I hope you will still love me.It's a little sort. This might be the last chapter. If i do write another one, it would be smut, and I have never written smut before. Would you like a chapter nine that involves smut? Let me know!
Previous Chapters:
Chapter one: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/427339.html
Chapter two: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/427766.html
Chapter three: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/428088.html#cutid1
Chapter Four: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/431800.html#cutid1
Chapter five: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/435672.html
Chapter six: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/438329.html
Chapter seven: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/474925.html
-----Ian POV-----
I stand right outside the window, watching my mom give me one last wave before she starts the engine and drives away. A stray tear rolls down my face as I stare at the empty driveway. The wind outside is very minimal, but still makes the leaves on the trees sway. It really is beautiful.
After a minute of taking in the outside, I turn around and walk towards the office. I head towards the desk and open the drawer. In it, there are note pads and pens. I grab a notepad and pen and make my way up to my room.
The first note I write will be to my mom.
Dear Mom,
The pain I suffered from Anthony was too great to manage. I was bullied at school, but the worst part was, I had no one to turn to when I was hurt physically or emotionally. You have been a big help these last couple days, but the pain still won't go away. I hope you understand that I didn't do this to intentionally hurt you, but just to escape. Escape the pain and tormenting. Please know that this is what's best, and that I am no longer suffering. Also know that I love you with all of my heart.
-Ian
Tears fell down my face and landed on the paper as I was writing. I hoped it was still readable. I took a minute to calm myself and get rid of the flow of tears before I wrote Anthony's.
Dear Anthony,
You sick bastard. How could you team up with Simon to hurt me like that? I thought you loved me, and that we were going to come out together. It would have been alright! We would have been together and that's all that would've mattered. Who cares if people bullied us? As long as we had each other, it would've been okay. But no, You went and only cared about yourself while you let me get punched and kicked all by myself. I had no one to turn to Anthony! That's when I needed someone who loved me in my life. I hope you're happy that you can go around hurting innocent kids with your buddies. I'll just get out of your way for you.
-Ian
Anthony's letter was written out of anger. It was meant to make him feel guilty. I want it to eat him alive for the rest of his life, knowing what he made me do.
I placed the notes side-by-side on my bed. I then took action for my departure. I figured it would be best to look nice when I leave, so I put on my best suit. I must say, it looked pretty damn good on me.
After marveling at my handsomeness, I grabbed my best belt. I pulled a chair right under a wooden banister, and stood on it. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I can't believe this is the last thing I am going to see.
Suddenly, I hear several knocks on the front door. Did I lock it after my mom left? Apparently not, because I hear it squeak open after a couple more knocks. Oh no, it must be Anthony.
I quickly wrap the belt around my neck, making sure it's tight. Then, I attach it to the banister above me. Right as I am done setting up, i see Anthony burst into my room. No, he can't stop me. I kick the chair aside and I feel the pull on my neck. Just then, I feel Anthony grab my legs and push my up so that I am not hanging. He pulls the chair back under my feet.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He says worriedly.
"What does it look like?" I say, pushing him away.
Just after I say that, I realize Anthony has a black eye and dried blood on his lip.
"What happened to you?" I say, trying to sound snotty, instead of concerned.
"Come down, and i'll tell you."
I grab the belt and undo it from my neck. I step off the chair and sit on my bed, waiting for him to join me. He walks over and sits close to me, a little closer than I would like at the moment.
"I got this black eye because people were beating me at school." He said, not making eye contact.
"Why would anybody POSSIBLY want to bully Anthony Padilla?" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Because...Because I told them I was gay."
After Anthony said that, I couldn't speak. Too many questions were racing around my head. I just sat there staring wide-eyed at him.
"I also told them that I was in love with you."
"What?" I said, finally getting words out.
"Ian, I love you so much, and I feel incredibly guilty for teaming up with Simon. I miss your sweet smell, and your embrace. I miss telling you I love you, and hearing you say it back. I miss you Ian, and being beaten is nothing compared to living without you."
That just might have been the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I stared at this man in front of me that I used to feel disgusted by, not even wanting to look at him. Now, I feel completely different. The love and passion I feel for him is undeniable. I do the only thing I feel is right at the moment. I lean forward and cup his cheek. I take a moment to stare into his warm eyes before connecting our lips. His move against mine in a perfect melody. I feel his hand make it's way to my hair, while his other other rests on my back. Boy, how I missed this. I'm so glad Anthony hadn't come over any later, because this moment would've never happened. He saved my life.
I guess you could say that Anthony is my hero.
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings:PG-13 cussing
Summary: Ian is preparing for departure (suicide)
Author's Notes: Sorry for lateness :P I have been super busy! I hope you will still love me.It's a little sort. This might be the last chapter. If i do write another one, it would be smut, and I have never written smut before. Would you like a chapter nine that involves smut? Let me know!
Previous Chapters:
Chapter one: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/427339.html
Chapter two: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/427766.html
Chapter three: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/428088.html#cutid1
Chapter Four: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/431800.html#cutid1
Chapter five: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/435672.html
Chapter six: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/438329.html
Chapter seven: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/474925.html
-----Ian POV-----
I stand right outside the window, watching my mom give me one last wave before she starts the engine and drives away. A stray tear rolls down my face as I stare at the empty driveway. The wind outside is very minimal, but still makes the leaves on the trees sway. It really is beautiful.
After a minute of taking in the outside, I turn around and walk towards the office. I head towards the desk and open the drawer. In it, there are note pads and pens. I grab a notepad and pen and make my way up to my room.
The first note I write will be to my mom.
Dear Mom,
The pain I suffered from Anthony was too great to manage. I was bullied at school, but the worst part was, I had no one to turn to when I was hurt physically or emotionally. You have been a big help these last couple days, but the pain still won't go away. I hope you understand that I didn't do this to intentionally hurt you, but just to escape. Escape the pain and tormenting. Please know that this is what's best, and that I am no longer suffering. Also know that I love you with all of my heart.
-Ian
Tears fell down my face and landed on the paper as I was writing. I hoped it was still readable. I took a minute to calm myself and get rid of the flow of tears before I wrote Anthony's.
Dear Anthony,
You sick bastard. How could you team up with Simon to hurt me like that? I thought you loved me, and that we were going to come out together. It would have been alright! We would have been together and that's all that would've mattered. Who cares if people bullied us? As long as we had each other, it would've been okay. But no, You went and only cared about yourself while you let me get punched and kicked all by myself. I had no one to turn to Anthony! That's when I needed someone who loved me in my life. I hope you're happy that you can go around hurting innocent kids with your buddies. I'll just get out of your way for you.
-Ian
Anthony's letter was written out of anger. It was meant to make him feel guilty. I want it to eat him alive for the rest of his life, knowing what he made me do.
I placed the notes side-by-side on my bed. I then took action for my departure. I figured it would be best to look nice when I leave, so I put on my best suit. I must say, it looked pretty damn good on me.
After marveling at my handsomeness, I grabbed my best belt. I pulled a chair right under a wooden banister, and stood on it. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I can't believe this is the last thing I am going to see.
Suddenly, I hear several knocks on the front door. Did I lock it after my mom left? Apparently not, because I hear it squeak open after a couple more knocks. Oh no, it must be Anthony.
I quickly wrap the belt around my neck, making sure it's tight. Then, I attach it to the banister above me. Right as I am done setting up, i see Anthony burst into my room. No, he can't stop me. I kick the chair aside and I feel the pull on my neck. Just then, I feel Anthony grab my legs and push my up so that I am not hanging. He pulls the chair back under my feet.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He says worriedly.
"What does it look like?" I say, pushing him away.
Just after I say that, I realize Anthony has a black eye and dried blood on his lip.
"What happened to you?" I say, trying to sound snotty, instead of concerned.
"Come down, and i'll tell you."
I grab the belt and undo it from my neck. I step off the chair and sit on my bed, waiting for him to join me. He walks over and sits close to me, a little closer than I would like at the moment.
"I got this black eye because people were beating me at school." He said, not making eye contact.
"Why would anybody POSSIBLY want to bully Anthony Padilla?" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Because...Because I told them I was gay."
After Anthony said that, I couldn't speak. Too many questions were racing around my head. I just sat there staring wide-eyed at him.
"I also told them that I was in love with you."
"What?" I said, finally getting words out.
"Ian, I love you so much, and I feel incredibly guilty for teaming up with Simon. I miss your sweet smell, and your embrace. I miss telling you I love you, and hearing you say it back. I miss you Ian, and being beaten is nothing compared to living without you."
That just might have been the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I stared at this man in front of me that I used to feel disgusted by, not even wanting to look at him. Now, I feel completely different. The love and passion I feel for him is undeniable. I do the only thing I feel is right at the moment. I lean forward and cup his cheek. I take a moment to stare into his warm eyes before connecting our lips. His move against mine in a perfect melody. I feel his hand make it's way to my hair, while his other other rests on my back. Boy, how I missed this. I'm so glad Anthony hadn't come over any later, because this moment would've never happened. He saved my life.
I guess you could say that Anthony is my hero.