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Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you, to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
Taking Over Me © by Evanescence, 2003
Control. It's extraordinary the tactics people employ to obtain it. Some rely on deception while others engage in outright trickery. Then there are those who resort to extortion. Why do we fight so hard for control? Because we know to lose it is to put our fate in the hands of others. And what could be more dangerous?
© by Marc Cherry, 2005
"What do you mean you're moving out?" Tyler asked, halting his work on what was left of the skillet he must've used for dinner.
"I found a room for rent," I said slowly. "And I'm moving out."
Tyler's incredulous look was nearly painful to see. I could already sense the dread and misery festering in his heart.
"How can you afford to move out? You're barely making minimum wage." he said, his voice growing in volume as he went on.
"Bernice gave me more hours tonight,"
Jared hasn't even appeared to want to jump in, but who knows what's going on in that head of his. He's much more difficult to read than Tyler, who by now was probably ready to lock me away in the basement.
"Travers, this is insane. You're not thinking with your head. You're thinking with your heart. I know what Keegan did was horrible, but this will calm. You can't just up and leave." Tyler's eyes were glossy. He'll probably end up crying by the time this conversation is over. For now, he's relatively dry.
A flare of warmth came to my cheeks when his name was mentioned. Is that why I want to move out? A rash decision based upon emotion rather than intelligence? Hell yes it is! I sure as fuck don't want to be anywhere near that little weasel right now. And if that means moving out, then so be it. Besides, if it doesn't work out with Dan I can always move back here. This won't be a permanent change. This whole business with Keegan just needs to cool down. It has a better chance of doing that without me around.
Hm, that might calm Tyler down.
"This won't be permanent, okay? I just need time away from here, away from everything. I feel like I'm in a rut here."
"This is insane," he almost laughed. "You're not moving out and that's the bottom line."
"Wait, Tyler," Jared finally spoke up. "This might not be such a bad idea."
Tyler looked even more flabbergasted than before. "You heard him, right? He wants to move out. Who are you moving in with, by the way?" His tone came off as annoyed, like he already hated whoever it may be.
"Just a friend," I lied. Truth be told I know nothing about Dan. So perhaps my moving out will be even shorter than I think.
Jared came to my rescue. "He's right, Tyler. How can he heal and move on if he has to be reminded everyday about what happened? He needs a change, new scenery. And you heard him. It won't be a permanent change."
"That's what he says now! Do you remember when you and I moved in together straight out of our parents' houses? We were ecstatic! We couldn't wait to be on our own together. We moved out and never looked back."
"He isn't us. He isn't moving out with a husband." Ouch. "He's just looking for peace."
I stood still. Their vision is based on movement. Jared was making a lot of sense. I might've dug my own grave by springing the news on Tyler. I probably should have talked to Jared first, since he is the more cerebral.
Tyler focused on me again. "I don't like this. You'll regret moving out when you're not actually ready."
"Maybe," I sighed. "But if I stay here I will lose my mind. Having to see that little punk everyday isn't going to help anything."
"Why not stay at your grandparents for a while? At least they're family and it will be new scenery while remaining with people you're comfortable with."
I never did consider my grandparents, but that's a road I don't want to travel. Don't think I don't absolutely love and cherish them. There's just no way I could handle living there. Grandma is kind of nosy. She'll kill me with questions. And grandpa is grandpa. All in all it just wouldn't work.
"I wouldn't want to intrude. It's too late, Tyler. I'm set to move in with my friend."
Jared moved over next to his husband. "We knew this would happen sooner or later. I think it's a good idea. He's young. He needs a taste of adventure."
Tyler ignored him. "I don't like this," He let out a heavy sigh. "But if it's what you want to do, then okay. You have to promise me, though, that if you don't like living there you'll come straight back here."
"And you promise this isn't permanent?"
I raised my right hand, mocking the traditional oath stance. "I promise,"
"Jerk," he grinned. "All right, all right. Do you need anything?"
"No, I don't think so. The room has a bed and a dresser. I might need my desk, but I don't know for sure. I'm gonna go see the room tomorrow."
"I sure hope you know what you're doing." Tyler said in a far off kind of tone.
I went to my room before calling out, "Me too!"
The following morning I quickly got ready for class and was out the door in a flash. I made a solid decision not to tell anyone about my moving out with a text message. Letting Claire, Olivia, and Lizzie in on the news in person will be so much better. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed how dreary the sky appeared. Hopefully the weather isn't an omen to how the day will play out. Claire arrived a few minutes later dressed in her famous wool-blended red pea coat. I'm literally in love with it and steal it from her every chance I get regardless if it matches my outfit or not.
"Hey," she said in a dull, passive tone.
"Hey," I mimicked. "Sup?"
"It is just too cold for this shit," she grumbled. "I hope Harris doesn't drone on today. I mean, he said we're jumping ahead to the animal chapters, but that does so not mean that he'll make it interesting."
"How could he make whales and dolphins boring?" I asked seriously. Would that even be possible? Speaking from a science lover's point of view it isn't, but Claire doesn't exactly have the same enthusiasm for that kind of stuff as I do.
"Oh, I fully believe he'd be able to pull it off." She closed her door and we headed up the stairs.
"Yeah, well I'm excited. I've been dying for these chapters."
"Yeah, Mr. Science nerd over here," she teased.
"Anyways," I laughed, "I have some news. I have decided to move in with a friend. I need space away from Keegan and what better way than to live on my own? Well, partially on my own."
"Dude! No way! Who's the friend?"
"Well—okay, he's not actually a friend. I actually don't even know him, really. He repaired a fence at work and posted a flyer for a room he needs to rent out. I applied."
Claire looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said, "Moving in with a stranger. How positively trendy of you."
I scoffed. "Bitch, please," She laughed. "I'm nervous but excited at the same time."
"Where does this guy live?"
"In an apartment on the west side. Pretty close to Reche Canyon, actually."
"Oh, my God. That's, like, all the way across town. You're gonna be so far now."
"Only for a little while. This won't be permanent. I had to keep reminding Tyler of that because he was kind of freaking out about me leaving."
Claire grinned. She knows how Tyler can be. She really likes him, though, both of them. Luckily for me they both like her as well. We consider her to be family; never needs an invitation to come over. Tyler even makes her homemade hot chocolate during the colder days, being sure to add a special ingredient just for Claire: a few shots of espresso.
"Poor Tyler," she said. "How not permanent are you thinking?"
Honestly, I haven't even thought about how long I plan on staying with Dan. A couple of months at minimum. That should be plenty of enough time for the desire to sever Keegan's dick, gag him with it, then douse him in gasoline and torch him to pass. And if not, then I'll simply stay longer assuming Dan doesn't mind and assuming we are compatible roommates. It's daunting to imagine the despair if him and I don't mix. Where else would I be able to move? There's simply no way for me to live on my own yet. I'd have to remain at home and that is just not an option right now as per my sinister plan for Keegan.
"Maybe a few months. It all just depends on several things. I don't even know if the guy and I will mesh well, you know? And hopefully work . . ." I trailed off at the vibration in my pocket. Grabbing it, I went straight into my texts. "Oh, my God,"
I held the phone up to Claire's face. "Look who just fucking texted me."
"Jake? Who's Jake?" Only a second later, she squealed. "Holy shit! Did he really just ask you to meet up!?"
I couldn't contain the giddiness raging inside. Even though it's just a hook up call, and he'll be the one to receive all the pleasure, I'm still ecstatic as hell that he texted me.
"Yes, ma'am," I smiled wickedly. Blood was already flowing into an extra ligament. "And do you know what I'm going to reply?"
"Ugh, Travers, he's honestly not that hot."
"Bitch, don't be fucking jealous!" I quickly replied to Jake, telling him I'm free at twelve-twenty.
"Trust me, I am not jealous. Maybe this time you can get him to suck you off."
I rolled my eyes at Claire's lack of censorship, especially given that other students aren't very far from us. That's one of the reasons I love her, though.
"I doubt it," Another reply. "He'll be home alone today. Score. Maybe, uh, we can do a little more than oral."
"Please, stop. Let's just go to class."
I laughed. I knew that would change the subject. We made it to the lecture hall. Olivia was already inside saving our seats. A few minutes later, Trevor walked in and sat in his seat far below us. He didn't even look up at me like he usually does. Perhaps he's finally feeling shame for what he did to me.
Quickly, before Harris showed up, I filled Olivia in on the plans for moving out. She said she wasn't that surprised I'd want to, even telling me she asked her parents if I could stay with them when the time came. Apparently they said yes, but I wouldn't feel right staying with them. Sure, I'd obviously pay rent, but they're like family to me. I'd feel imposing. It's just so much better that I rent a room with either a regular friend or complete stranger. In this case a complete stranger. Actually, not true. I sort of know Dan, so he's only a partial stranger.
"Okay," Harris coughed as he came into class. "Let's get this show on the road. A ton of notes today, guys. But, hey, at least they're all about animals, right?"
Not too many people acknowledged his optimism. I, on the other hand, was practically bouncing out of my seat. Claire grimaced in my direction, clearly not understanding the excitement being displayed. She should enjoy this lecture, though. Seriously, who doesn't love animals? Ocean critters are particularly interesting because of their uncommon nature. When I'd go to the beach with whomever I would frequently scan the horizon searching for a stray fin or two. Walking the pier was a treat, seeing what the fisherman would catch. Usually they'd only have bait fish, but sometimes there'd be small stingrays and sand sharks. I'd feel bad for those critters, but I'm almost positive most of the fishermen tossed those back after a while. So, when Harris began going over how fish breathe I was intently scribbling down notes.
Unfortunately, time flew by and eventually I was forced to stow my notes and pack up. On the way out Claire muttered that she was so bored she almost passed out. I just shook my head and kept walking. Instead of sticking around for a few minutes and chatting with her and Olivia I decided to just go straight to English. A chill in the air made the decision incredibly easy. On the way to the class I texted back and forth to Jake. He told me how horny he is and how awesome that blow job at the party was. Apparently his roommates are gone until seven so there will be plenty of time to mess around.
Lizzie wasn't in class today, so I was rather uninterested in the lecture. Even the impending encounter with Jake couldn't perk me up. Although it seemed to take forever, the professor finally let us out.
Hey I'm out, I texted Jake
On your way?
Yeah, but how horny are you?
Ever fucked a guy?
Idk that's pretty gay for me
Up to you
I made it all the way to my car before he wrote back. Poor, confused straight boy.
I guess we can try
Be there in twenty
I practically flew home. Cleaning myself would take at least ten minutes, and I have to make sure I do a brilliant job. I definitely don't want to turn him off in the slightest. Once satisfied with the cleanliness, I drove to the university and went to his dorm. Before knocking I hesitated. I haven't been penetrated since that God awful party and that was technically rape. Am I really going to submit to an almost complete stranger? Even if he is a twelve out of ten? Yeah . . . I deserve a little fun after what's been going on in my life. Jake's a cool guy, not overly equipped so this should be a walk in the park. I knocked on the door.
"Hey," Jake said as he opened the door. His tight Hollister shirt and basketball shorts were perfectly showcasing his defined body, especially those delicious arms and noticeable bulge.
Stepping inside, the acrid stench of weed assaulted my nose. I'm not one to judge—too much—but the engorging ligament in my pants began to deflate upon the smell. He locked the door and sat on the couch.
"Want a hit?" he asked, lifting a small joint in the air.
"I'm good," I sat next to him, making sure to keep a respectable distance away.
He let out a short laugh. "I cum best when high as fuck," He reached for a small plastic cup on the coffee table. "And a little buzz never hurt, either." His bulge seemed to be growing. My once deflating ligament picked right back up.
One more hit, then he put the rest in an ashtray. Jake sat back and closed his eyes, which I'm assuming was the go-ahead. I cautiously began to massage his groin. His rock hard dick was tucked under the waistband of his boxers. The head was peeking out of the top of the shorts. An overwhelming hunger suddenly claimed me. I drew his bottoms down to his ankles and went to town on his dick, taking every inch possible in my mouth. Jake had a hand behind my head and the other massaging my arm.
"Fuck yeah that's good," he hissed.
His ecstasy only fueled my drive. I released him from my mouth and started licking his hairless balls while jacking his dick. In haste, I chucked my jacket and shirt off, tossing them onto the couch, then swallowed his dick again. Jake was becoming a bit more bold. He was now tweaking my left nipple. As if having a gorgeous cock in my mouth wasn't pleasurable enough, what he was doing to me was making me practically rip out of my pants. I sucked on him harder, faster. I want to be fucked. I want him to tell me he wants to fuck me. To give a little hint, I stood up and dropped my pants. Jake stared at the long dick staring right back at him. He looked up at me and pulled me on top of him. We started to make out in a fiery passion. I was so turned on. Given how I was sitting on him, his dick was lodged against my hole. I knew he knew right where the head was. I knew how badly I wanted it. I pushed onto it and the head popped in. Jake groaned in my mouth. Inch by inch it was engulfed until all several inches were inside.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned.
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