Chapter 6

“Excuse me, sir, can I help you?”

I walk into the mayor's campaign headquarters. Mayor Edwin Reading was running for re-election according to Marigold. He spent a lot of his time here. The place is kind of lux for a campaign headquarters. There are computers lined up all around. There are all these rich looking housewives who are on the phone dialing out. The place has velvet curtains, waiters serving wine and expensive flowers.. Edwin Reading was really into himself clearly. His name is plastered on damn near every wall.

“I'm good.”

“Sir, this is private property. You can't just walk in here.”

“Sure I can. My feet are made for walking,” I respond, “I do that well.”

The volunteers are turning my way when I storm into the campaign headquarters. They all have these big buggy looking eyes. They are all using these brand new Mac computers. Who needed mac computers for simple campaign calls? Then there is his campaign slogan hanging from the ceiling with this gaudy picture of him: BRINGING THE BEST OUT OF BRIARWOOD.

Fuck Briarwood. Shitty ass city.

“It's you...”

Deacon Wesley is there. He must be volunteering on his brother's campaign. The secretary has followed me halfway down the hall. She is like a little bug that just won't fucking go away. Seeing the Deacon all that anger comes out.

“Marigold said I would find you here,” I tell him.

“Is there a problem here?” a voice says.

It must be Mayor Edwin. He's nowhere near as attractive as his brother, Wesley. Edwin Reading has a very creepy, unsettling face. He's trying to be assertive and nice at the same time. He smiles... or at least he attempts to smile. He shutters and his smile doesn't look the least bit sincere. When he smiles he has a downward bend of the outside of his eyebrows.

“Your brother beat up my friend. That's the problem,” I say.

A few of the mayor's volunteers turn around. I don't say it in a loud way but I don't think they are used to anyone confronting the Readings. Hell, by the look on the two brothers' faces I don't think the Reading brothers are used to anyone confronting them. Wesley has this smug smirk on his face. Edwin's reaction is even more patronizing.

Edwin Reading laughs at me.

“Who are you?”

“Syn.”

“Syn why don't you...scurry along,” Edwin Reading tells me, “We have some actually important things to do and don't have the time to entertain bogus claims from random people.”

He laughs even more. It fucking hurts. It really honestly pisses me off so much that he is laughing at me right now that I get a pain in my stomach. I come to this guy's office and tell him that his brother beat up a friend of mine and instead of even acknowledging this as serious he decides to laugh.

“You think I'm a joke?” I ask him, “I look like comedy central to you? I look like a punchline?”

That’s when it happens.

These motherfuckers start laughing at me.

“Yes, we kind of do,” Wesley Reading says.

The brothers laugh at that moment. They are fucking laughing at me. To these guys, I am nothing more than a joke. Maybe it’s because I don’t look like I have the money they have. Maybe it’s because I’m younger than they are. Nothing pisses me off more than when someone doesn’t take me seriously.

I remember the padded rooms at the institution. They ignored me then too until T-Boy and Sampson broke me out.

“So unless you have proof of your allegations I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Edwin Reading tells me, “Before I call the cops.”

The two of them look at me with this cocky superior expression on their faces. They feel like they are above the law because they are allowed to get away with shit like this. The cops don’t care. A guy was in the hospital because of the shit they pulled and no one cared. Nothing mattered to them.

I smile with a cool demeanor as the secretary walks me out. The secretary stands there with an annoyed look when I walk out of the door. I hear her say something to someone else as soon as she walks back in the headquarters.

She calls me a silly faggot.

That’s what comes out of her mouth. She laughs.

And all I remember is seeing red.

And then nothing.

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“I need you to come bail me out of jail,” I tell T-Boy.

There is a pause on the line. I guess it is weird calling T-Boy from jail. All I remember was seeing red after I was kicked out of the campaign headquarters. What happened next was a bit of a blur. I think I turned into some sort of crazy version of me. Luckily it was explained to me and I must say I definitely was happy with crazy Syn. Crazy Syn was a badass.

T-Boy’s response is slow and hesitant. I can hear a boy in the background. Knowing T-Boy the boy was probably fine as fuck. Knowing T-Boy I am not shocked when I hear him immediately telling the boy to get the fuck out. That was the one good thing about T-Boy. He was a bit of a whore but he was mine in a way. He’d kick those guys out any time of night if I needed him.

“What’s wrong now?”

“I may…or may not have…manually activated a fire sprinkler,” I state.

T-Boy seems confused, “Wait Syn. Is that it? You’re in jail because of a sprinkler system? That’s it?”

“I know. Can you believe that? I was surprised too. I guess the fire sprinkler may…or may not have…ruined over $100 thousand dollars worth of the mayor of Briarwood's re-election campaign equipment,” I respond.

T-boy squirms at that moment. He seriously squirms through the phone. I can see him biting down on going off on me. T-Boy is annoyed. He’s more than annoyed actually but hey, that isn’t exactly my problem. Those motherfuckers had it coming. They had it coming when they tried to kick me out. They had it coming when they laughed at me.

I didn’t think that they found anything funny now that all their shit was ruined.

“You are so full of shit,” T-Boy explains, “You know that. You need to grow the fuck up. You understand that?”

“This coming from the guy who has three boyfriends for every day of the week. You’re asking me to grow up?”

“I’m not in jail, am I?” T-Boy asks me.

“This is your fault.”

“Wait. Wait,” T-Boy pauses and takes a deep breath, “Say what? You mind fucking running that shit back Syn? Are you blaming me for the fact that you are getting arrested and I have to come save you…AGAIN?”

“I don’t know why you sent me to this town, Tommy,” I tell T-Boy more annoyed than anything else, “You knew I’d tear this town a new asshole. So if you’re coming to get me then come to get me. If you’re not, then don’t. I’m not going to kiss your ass and apologize for who I am. I’m trouble. You think I don’t know that? But sometimes trouble’s needed.”

There is a pause.

“Fuck you,” T-Boy responds.

And with that T-Boy slams the phone. It’s clear he is over me. Maybe I’ve pushed him away for the last time this time. T-Boy spent years chasing me. I spent years chasing Sampson. It was this dangerous circle that wouldn’t stop.

And maybe that’s why I knew that even though T-Boy was pissed at me, I’d be out of jail within the new few hours.

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It’s Sampson who comes and picks me up surprisingly. He stares up and down at me when I get into his car. He studies my face. He’s a lot calmer than T-Boy is. Sampson has never been the type to curse me out. I’m actually quite surprised that he was the one who came down here and bailed me out.

“T-Boy told you?” I ask.

“He sent me half the money,” Sampson responds, “I put up the other half.”

Sampson is so sweet. He looks kind of cute too. He has on his tight little shirt. His nipples are popping. I can’t help but to just stare at him. Sampson’s innocent looking face makes me melt every single time. I can’t help but stare at every part of him as we drive away from the prison.

“Thanks,” I respond slowly, "I'll pay you back."

"No you won't, but it's OK."

It’s weird being around him. It’s weird because I’m so attracted to him and I can’t help but to look down on his hand and see that ring.

We’re driving down these dirt roads and my mind goes into nothing. It’s a rainy day and the sky is dark. The rain is getting so heavy that Sampson decides to pull over. He turns off the car and just sits there quietly for a while.

“Fucking rain,” he complains, shaking his head.

I smile at him at that moment, “Guess you’re stuck with me. That’s something you’re used to huh?”

Sampson doesn’t take his eyes off the rain beating on the windshield of his truck. He stares out as though lost in deep thought at that moment.

“I never felt stuck with you,” Sampson replies, “You don’t understand.”

“Explain it to me.”

Sampson shakes his head at that moment, “I can’t. Let’s just…not talk. Ok Syn? Can we just sit here till the rain stops? I’ll bring you back to my house.”

“I have a place.”

“The pool house?” Sampson asks me.

“Yeah. That’s where I’ve been staying since you kicked me out,” I respond.

Sampson looks over at me. Fuck I hate when he gives me those eyes. It’s that innocent expression. He has perfected the expression. It’s so hard to stay distant from him. It’s so hard to hold a grudge especially when he gives you that look.

“I’m sorry for kicking you out.”

“I understand. You have a family. You have to protect them,” I respond, “I’m not exactly rated family friendly.”

“It’s more than that,” he explains to me, “I just couldn’t be around you. I’m not going to chew you out for what you did. God knows why you do the things you do. That didn’t scare me away Syn.”

“Then why’d you leave me?”

It always came back to that. Why did Sampson leave me? I know I sounded like a broken record. I know I sounded stupid. It was a long time ago. I should have gotten over it. I didn’t though. I remember the day like it was nothing. I was at the house. I was waiting for Sampson to come home. I’d made him dinner. Well not really. I suck at cooking so I catered food and pretended like I made it for him. I even dirtied some pots and pans. That was a step up for me! I was acting real domesticated when we were together. Only Sampson didn’t come that day. Sampson didn’t come the next day. It was the third day that he sent T-Boy to let me know that he needed some space.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

“It wasn’t you,” he responds, “I told you I found God…”

“That’s not good enough. Because you still love me. I’m not an idiot. I know T-Boy is in love with me and that’s why he’s always there for my bullshit, but I know you are as well. You think I don’t know how many times you wired money to T-Boy for me?”

Sampson doesn’t deny it. He turns away at that moment and I’m confused. He just stares out into the darkness. He’s completely silent. There is this deep emotion at that moment.

“Eh-erm.”

“Sampson, are you ok?” I ask.

Sampson doesn’t respond. He just stares out of the window looking away from me. That’s when I do it. I grab Sampson’s face and turn him back towards me. Sampson has tears in his eyes.

“What are you hiding from me, Sampson?” I ask him.

Sampson doesn’t respond. He just struggles to wipe his eyes. He looks like he’s in so much pain and he’s trying to be tough. Maybe he’s trying to be tough for me. I don’t know why he’s pretending to be something that he’s not. All I know is that Sampson needs help and I don’t know why.

I know him though and I know something is wrong.

“Can we not talk about it?” Sampson states, “Just know…I never stopped loving you and …I never will.”

Strange. Why did he run then? Why had he tried to stay away from me all this time if that was the case?

“Kiss me.”

“Syn stop…”

“Sampson,” I state at that moment with a lot more assertion, “Kiss me.”

Sampson takes a deep breath but then he just grabs my face. He’s gentle. Sampson is always gentle. He’s firm though. There is nothing weak about him. His strong, gentle hands grab my face and pull me in. At first I think he is just going to give me a short peck on the lips. I’m completely wrong. Sampson grabs my face and begins to really kiss me. He’s really going in. His tongue presses up against mine. His mouth engulfs my own. He inhales me slowly as he strokes the side of my face. His hand slowly touches me. He feels all over me. He’s so fucking warm. I can’t take it. He pulls away as though resisting some sort of temptation to take me further.

Why is he resisting me?

I grab his face at that moment and I pull him close to me. I press my lips on his. Sampson doesn’t stop me. I find myself climbing over him at that moment. I make my way over the divider and within seconds I’m straddling Sampson.

“Syn. I’m married.”

“Shut up.”

“Syn…”

“Take my clothes off,” I respond.

Sampson doesn’t hesitate or resist any longer. In fact, he does the opposite. Sampson rips at my shirt so hard that he pulls it apart at the seams. He leans his chair all the way back to give us space. He helps me remove my shoes and my pants. I’m completely naked straddling him and he stares at me for a second. He seems to be surveying my body in a way that I can’t describe.

“You’re still the most beautiful person in the world to me,” he whispers.

It’s a strange thing to say because 1…he was married and 2…it wasn’t true. Sampson was the beautiful one. Hell T-Boy was sexy. I was just a regular looking guy. I never thought I was overly handsome or anything like that. I was just regular. My eyebrows were too thin, my head was a little too big and I could definitely use a personal trainer. It didn’t matter though at this moment. Sampson’s eyes were looking at me like I was the only person in the world. It made me feel like he always used to make me feel.

Sampson was making me feel wanted.

His dick comes out of his pants. He’s fully erect.

“Jesus Christ,” is the only thing I can say.

Sampson’s dick had always been some sort of mutated enormous, porn star-like dick. I mean his dick was the thing of fantasy. He’s 11 inches and honestly I think he’s grown since the last time I’ve seen him. Sampson’s dick was always so big that everywhere he went he has to take some time to adjust. It didn’t matter because if you started at the crotch area you’d be able to see the huge imprint no matter what Sampson was wearing.

His huge mountain of a dick precums almost immediately. We start kissing again and slowly but surely I’m riding Sampson.

It hurts like fuck but I waited so long for this moment. The huge thing stretches my walls and I swear that I’m going to start bleeding. I never felt so stretched out. Sampson and I kiss the whole time that I’m riding him. It’s so hot in this car that the windows tint up from humidity.

The only breathing we do are short quick inhales that we take between long bouts of kissing.

He thrusts over and over. He thrusts upward in these deep pulses that make my body shiver. I think he’s paralyzing me with his thrusts but I love Sampson so much that I don’t even resist him. I let him go as deep as he wants.

And when he about to cum he attempts to pull out but I tighten my legs around him.

“Give it to me,” I tell him.

And Sampson doesn’t resist any longer. He thrusts so deep that I swear he’s made it into forbidden parts of my intestines that have never been explored before. It hurts so much when he’s cumming that I think I see stars for a second.

And then Sampson holds me after as though letting me know this isn’t just about sex. Sampson holds me and slowly his dick gets soft while he is still in me.

“I can’t believe I let this happen,” he says.

I look at him for a minute. I’m shocked the words are coming out of his mouth at that moment. I find myself jumping off of him.

“Are you fucking serious? You say that shit while your dick is still IN me?” I ask him.

How rude could Sampson fucking be? I've never gotten dressed so fast. I don’t know what comes over me when I storm out of Sampson’s truck. I don’t care that it’s raining. The rain beats hard on me as I’m walking off. Sampson follows me in the car, windows down screaming at me like a madman.

“Are you crazy?” he says, “Get back in the car. You’re going to get sick.”

“Fuck you.”

Sampson swerves in front of me and blocks me off. Luckily there is no one driving down these hick ass streets,\ otherwise he could have caused an accident. When he’s in front of me Sampson runs over to me.

He grabs me and holds me. No matter how much I struggle I can’t get free of him. All I know is that I’m trapped underneath the weight of him. Sampson isn’t letting me go that easily though.

“It’s not you,” he responds, “I don’t regret what happened just now.”

“You sounded like you regretted it.”

Sampson is struggling.

“There’s so much you don’t know about why I left.”

“Then tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

He shakes his head, “It doesn’t even matter. What matters is that it was a mistake.”

I’m confused.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I love you Syn. I’m saying that I want to be with you. I’m saying that I want you back.”

My mouth drops.

“Oh shit.”

I wasn’t expecting this. I should be happy. I should be smiling. The man of my dreams is telling me that he wants me back.

“I just wish it didn’t happen like how it just happened,” he responds, “Dahlia and my family don’t deserve this. They don’t deserve the fact that years ago I left the true love of my life for a reason that I can’t bring up.”

He was saying everything I wanted to hear but why didn’t it feel good?

Maybe it’s because he was beating himself up over Dahlia. He had no idea who the real Dahlia was.

“Sampson. There’s something you need to know. I was avoiding telling you…”

It’s one thing to start shit in the lives of people you don’t care about. When it came to Sampson I was such a fucking coward. Regardless of how much I resented him, I knew the truth would tear apart his family. I didn’t know how Sampson would react to this. I didn’t know if he’d even be mad that I’ve known for so long but didn’t tell him about it.

I have to correct that mistake now.

I have to come clean.

“What’s wrong?” Sampson asks me.

Sampson’s life as he knew it was about to change forever.

“There’s something you need to know about your wife, Dahlia…”

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