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Differences
-By Emulated
Chapter 8: The Storm: Part II
I
looked over at the two figures standing in the doorway. My heart was
drumming frantically in my chest. I sat there, frozen to the
spot.
After what seemed an eternity, I opened my mouth,
“...Josh?...Max?...” I stammered, looking at the broken
expression on their faces.
Max stood there for a moment before
he scrunched his face up and turned around, walking away. I managed
to get my legs to respond. I got up off the bed and snatched my shirt
up off the floor before slipping it over my head as I headed towards
the door. I looked up to see Josh run off too. I quickened my pace,
emerged into the hallway and watched as Josh rushed into his room,
slamming the door. I heard the lock slide across. Locking me out. I
looked to the right to see Max heading down the stairs hurriedly. I
chased after him.
“Max!...Max!!!” I called out, as
he approached the already open front door.
He continued to
ignore me as he walked outside. I followed him. I quickly noticed my
parents had returned from shopping, but their attention was now on us
as we stormed out of the house.
“Max! Wait!” I
called out again, trying not to cause a scene, “Let me
explain…”
He stopped dead in his tracks and
turned around. His face was one of fury and betrayal. My body shook
with fear when our eyes connected.
“Explain?!?! WHAT
THE FUCK
IS THERE TO EXPLAIN?!?!” He boomed, lifting his finger and
pointing at me, “You were fucking KISSING
him!!!” He shouted.
I jerked violently. It was as though
someone punched me in the stomach.
Game
over.
My
mind seemed to shut down at that instant. It was like I was watching
everything through someone else. It wasn’t happening to me. It
couldn’t
have been happening to me.
Max pointed at me again, “Just
stay the FUCK
away from me!!! BOTH
of you!!!” He warned. The tears of anger were evident in his
eyes before he turned and stormed off. With my parents having
witnessed everything.
I wasn’t in control anymore. It
was as though I was no longer inside my body. My hearing quickly
became all fuzzy and my vision started to blur. It felt as though I
was spiralling out of control, yet I knew I was standing there. I
could hear some muffled voices. But they didn’t matter. Nothing
mattered anymore. It was all over.
Jamie stood in front of me
and shook my shoulders, “Hey, MATT!” He shouted. I
blinked and looked up into his face, feeling somewhat
disorientated.
“We have to go, come on.” He said
loudly, pulling my arm.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t
move.
He cupped my face and looked deep into my eyes,
“Now!”
With my legs feeling like lead weights, I
managed to walk forward. I could still hear the voices behind me as I
walked down the street, but I couldn’t make out what they were
saying. I didn’t want to make out what they were saying.
Our
journey to Jamie’s house seemed to take seconds. Once we
reached his door, Jamie reached out and hammered his fist against it.
We waited a few seconds before Noah answered.
He looked
straight at me, immediately noticing my expression, “What
happened?” He asked quickly, looking concerned.
Suddenly
my stomach lurched, “…toilet…”
I mumbled, as I pushed past him, trying to hold it in.
I made
it up his stairs and collapsed in front of his toilet. Everything
flashed through my mind again, as I emptied my stomach into the pit.
Tears began to drop from my eyes, mixing with the vicious mess below.
I didn’t know what to do, how to feel. I felt numb. Both
physically and emotionally. I wanted to wake up to find that this was
a nightmare, something that didn’t matter in real life. But
this was real life. And it was happening now.
I couldn’t tell you how long I was there, it felt like hours,
but the next thing I remember was sitting on the floor, laying back
against Jamie’s chest and bawling my eyes out. He held me close
as I wept in his arms.
Jamie brought the towel to my face and
wiped me clean gently. My crying had subsided several minutes before.
I was just sitting there quietly, with my mind blank. He placed the
towel down and moved his lips next to my ear, “It’s ok,
I’ve got you. Everything’s going to be alright.” He
whispered.
Part of me wanted to laugh aloud at that. How could
he know that EVERYTHING was going to be alright?!?! That was a
ridiculous thing to say. On the other hand, it felt good to hear him
say that. He was trying to give me hope. But at this stage, it was
like throwing kindling on a burnt out fire.
I didn’t
reply. I just sat there. After a few seconds, he spoke again.
“Are
you ok, Matt?”
I opened my mouth, “I…er…”
I began.
He interrupted me, “No. Don’t worry about
it, you don’t have to say anything.”He said, hugging me
closer.
He was right. I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,
I think I needed to talk.
“It…It really
happened…” I managed to say.
“Yeah.”
He paused, “It did.”
I went over the events in my
mind again. The shock on Josh’s face when he saw us on the bed.
And the anger in Max’s eyes as he shouted at me outside my
house. His words ripped through me like a blunt blade. They butchered
everything they touched. The years of our friendship, everything that
we shared as friends. Every laugh, every smile; gone. Gone in an
instant.
It was when I was thinking back did I suddenly
realise that Jamie was there. I mean, I knew
he was there, but I had totally ignored that fact. Ignoring how he
was reacting to all of this. I felt like crap. I quickly looked up at
him, scanning his eyes, “How are you?”
He
shrugged, “I’m alright.”
“What?”
I asked in disbelief, “After everything?”
He
thought for a second, “I dunno. I’m still kinda
shocked.”
“I’m sorry.” I said, “I
didn’t even think about you.”
He looked at me,
“Don’t be, after what just happened and everything...”
He said, trailing off.
I nodded before something occurred to
me, “What about your parents?”
“What about
them?”
“I mean, Max said everything in front of my
parents, what if they tell-“
“Yeah.” He
interrupted, “I think I’m going to tell my dad.”
Shit!
I forgot that his dad was in the house! “Your dad? Where is
he?” I asked quickly.
“I told him to wait
downstairs.”
I calmed down and nodded, “Oh.”
Jamie
was silent for a moment, “I think I should tell him, about
us.”
I shook my head, “No…no, you don’t
want to do that.”
“He can help us. He can help
you.” He said, holding me comfortingly, “It would be
better that I tell him, before he finds out from your parents.”
I
looked up into his eyes. They were slightly moist, but he seemed to
be in control, “I’m sorry.” I said.
He
frowned, “What for?”
“Everything.”
“We
were both caught.” He said.
“I should have been
more careful. I was being stupid.”
“Hey!” He
said, causing my eyes to widen slightly, “This isn’t your
fault, I could have stopped you if I wanted to, but I didn’t.”
He paused, “We’re in this together Matt.”
I
thought for a moment before I relaxed against him, “You’re
right.” I said, looking into his eyes, “We’re in
this together.”
“Yeah.” He said, holding my
hand, “And we’ll get through it.”
I sat
there against him for a few minutes, “Do you really want to
tell your dad?”
Jamie nodded as he gently brushed away a
stray tear off my cheek using his thumb.
“Ok.” I
paused, “Do you want me to come?” I asked meekly.
He
looked at me for a second, “No, it’s ok.” He
replied.
I looked into his eyes and knew that he needed me. I
couldn’t let him down. Not now. Not ever. I stood up, “I’m
going with you.”
He watched me carefully before he
smiled mildly and nodded.
I reached out my hand and helped him
up, before we turned and headed down the stairs. His dad was sitting
in the lounge, but stood up when we entered, “Are you guys
going to tell me what’s going on?” He asked
worriedly.
Jamie looked at me and then over to a chair
opposite his dad. I got the message and sat over there, giving them
some space. Jamie looked over at his dad, “Erm, maybe you
should sit down. I have someth…I need to…” He
paused, “Sit, please.”
Noah looked at Jamie’s
confused and fragile state, but listened to him and sat down, “Look,
whatever it is, I’m sure-“
“I’m gay.”
Said Jamie quickly.
Noah studied him for a moment, “Are
you sure?”
“Yes.”
Noah sat there for
a minute before he stood up and walked toward Jamie. Instinctively I
clenched my hands into a fist. I didn’t know what I was
preparing for but I wasn’t about to let him hurt Jamie. What he
did next shocked me. Noah walked forward and extended his arms,
before wrapping them around his son and holding him tightly.
Jamie
seemed a little alarmed at the action, but he quickly threw his arms
around his dad, tears falling from his eyes, “Dad.”
“It’s
ok. I’m here.” Replied Noah softly.
Jamie buried
his face in his shoulder as he moved tighter into the embrace, never
wanting his dad to let go.
Noah rubbed his back as Jamie wept
softly, “I love you, ok?”
“I love you too,
Dad.” Whispered Jamie into his shoulder.
They held each
other for a few more minutes before they parted. Noah smiled at his
son, “I will always love you. Don’t you ever forget
that.” He said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Jamie
grinned at him before he glanced over at me and then back at his dad.
Noah also turned to me and looked at Jamie questioningly.
“Erm,
there’s something else too.” Jamie said before he looked
over to me and nodded slightly, as if to say, ‘Come
here’.
I
stood up and walked toward them slowly. I stood next to Jamie.
“Dad,
Matt’s my boyfriend.”
I think I physically shook
when Jamie said that. While I knew we were boyfriends, it felt really
weird to actually publicise the fact.
Noah looked at me,
“Boyfriend?”
I wasn’t sure who he was
asking, but I nodded anyway. There was a second of silence before
Noah walked towards me and enveloped me in a hug. I was taken a bit
by surprise, but I finally hooked my arms under his shoulders. It was
quite weird to be given a fatherly hug by someone other than my dad.
Come to think of it, I don’t think my dad had hugged me in
years, it was just something that I grew out of. Sure, we kissed each
other on the cheek before we went to bed, but that didn’t
compare to the feelings that I was feeling. It was a sense of
closeness and security. I felt safe and loved. Not for what I was
pretending to be, but for what I was. Who I was.
We pulled
back, with fresh tears in my eyes. Noah looked at me closely, “I
always thought you were a special kid, Matt. I just didn’t know
how special you were to my son.”
I somewhat smiled at
him and looked away.
He looked surprised, “I’m
sorry. Did I say something wrong?” He asked, concerned about my
response.
I shook my head and looked across at Jamie.
“No,
Dad, you were great.” He paused, “Something happened
earlier…”
*
During the next ten
minutes or so, Jamie told his father about the events earlier today.
Events that I was reluctant to talk about. Noah didn’t
interrupt or ask questions. He just sat there and listened, nodding
as Jamie went along. It wasn’t until I shifted in my seat did I
realise that Jamie was holding my hand the whole time, in front of
his dad no less.
“What did your parents say?”
Asked Noah.
“Well…I…we left before they
said anything.” I replied.
He nodded, “So you
don’t know how they would have reacted?”
I shook
my head and looked up at him, “They don’t like
people…like us.”
“You’re their
son. That changes things.”
My mind quickly flashed to an
event that happened last year, during a car journey from my nans
house:
“It’s just unnatural.” Spat my mum as
she turned off the radio, seemingly unhappy with the topic that the
presenter was discussing. Gay rights. She turned to me, “More
and more people are becoming gay, it’s not a choice.”
Actually, my mum thought that being gay was a choice, just
that it wasn’t a very good one.
“I don’t
think people are becoming gay, mum.” I said, trying to
use humour to diffuse the situation.
She shook her head, “And
why are they called gays anyway? When I was in school they
were called queers and poofs.”
I cringed inwardly as I
listened to her remarks. ‘Sticks and stones.’ I
thought to myself. But it didn’t make it any better when your
mum was saying those things about you. Of course she wasn’t
saying them to me directly, but in a way, she was. She really had no
idea.
She looked over at me, “I don’t think I’d
live with myself if you were one of them. It would ruin my life.”
I
forced a smile onto my face and looked at her, “You have
nothing to worry about.”
She grinned, “I know
sweetie.” She paused, “What would you like for
dinner?”
I didn’t feel very hungry anymore…
I
drifted out of my daze and looked up at Noah, “No, I don’t
think that’ll matter.”
“You will have to
talk to them sometime.”
I glanced at him. He was right,
I would have to go back, “I know.”
It was
eventually decided that Noah would come with me back to my house and
talk to my parents. Jamie offered to come too, but I didn’t
want to make matters worse by taking my boyfriend with me.
Jamie
walked toward me and gave me a quick hug, “Good luck, babes.”
He whispered.
“Thanks.” I smiled, noting that my
body was trembling slightly.
Even though it was only a
five-minute walk, Noah decided to take the car instead. I preferred
that. It seemed that every step I took felt like I was walking on
jelly. It was ridiculous.
My stomach started doing back flips
when I saw my house. I had no idea what was waiting inside, but I
knew that it was bad. I could feel it. Noah slowed down and
parked outside, before we stepped out of the car and walked up my
path. Noah nodded his head toward the door, signalling that I should
knock. I didn’t move.
“It’s going to be ok,
Matt.” He reassured, his voice sounding sympathetic and
caring.
I listened carefully to what he said before I raised
my fist and knocked on the door. We waited for several seconds before
my mum opened. She looked at Noah and then at me. Her eyes were
bloodshot. It was clear that she’d been crying. She continued
to hold the stare for a few seconds until she turned and walked into
the lounge, leaving the door open. I looked back at Noah who nodded
at me.
I stepped into the house. It didn’t feel like my
home anymore. It was as though the building itself was staring at me,
wanting me to turn and leave. But I couldn’t leave. I had to do
this. I glanced over my shoulder to check for Noah. I needed to know
that he was close. He reached out and squeezed my shoulder, “It’s
ok. I’ll be right behind you.” I took a deep breath
before I walked into the lounge. My parents were both sitting on one
of the sofas. I walked over and sat on the one opposite them, across
the room. Noah came and sat down beside me.
I pried my eyes
off the floor and cast my eyes over to them. The gulf between us
seemed massive as I looked at them. They were both staring at me. I
shivered. I could feel the hate from their stares. It was as though
they weren’t looking at their son. They were looking for the
evil entity occupying it. And that frightened the hell out of
me.
“What Max said…was it true?” Asked my
mum suddenly.
I looked at Noah and he nodded. I looked back at
my parents, “Y…Yeah. Yeah, it was.”
My dad
closed his eyes and swallowed. He looked like he was in a worse state
than myself, if that was at all possible.
She continued, “But
you’re not…one of those.” I cringed at
that.
After a short pause I spoke, “I’m gay.”
Dad
continued to stare at me while Mum shook her head, “No, no
you’re not. You’re a good boy. You wouldn’t do
something like that.” She said quickly. Frantically.
“I
kissed him, Mum.”
“Stop it!” She
shrieked.
I frowned at that, “It’s what happened.
I shouldn’t have to lie about it.” I said, raising my
voice slightly.
She narrowed her eyes at me, “Perhaps
you should leave us Noah.” She said, looking across at him.
He
didn’t waver, “Matt asked for me to be here, so unless he
tells me to go, I’m staying.”
I felt something
flow down my spine when he said that. He wasn’t one of my
parents, yet he was willing to stand by me. That thought alone
brought new tears to my eyes, but I wasn’t here to cry. I was
here to tell my parents the truth. I was here to show them who their
son really was. Who I always had been. And who I will continue to
be.
Everyone became silent again, letting my mind wander
off.
Had I thought about coming out before? Sure. Why wouldn’t
I have? But even the make believe scenarios in my head always ended
up badly. I always knew that it wouldn’t be easy to tell them.
Although I had made one promise with myself. I wasn’t going to
say sorry. Actually, the more I thought about it, they should
be the ones apologising to ME! I mean, throughout all these
years, I haven’t just had to put up with the stupid remarks
that I hear at school, on the radio, or even that I see on TV. I also
had to put up with my parents homophobic attitude. And while they
weren’t saying that we should all be rounded up and shot, they
still had the belief that we were less then they were. That we
were unnatural, disgusting things. Those were my parents own
words. I wanted an apology, but I wasn’t stupid enough to
expect one. After all, I was the one in the wrong here,
right?
“Maybe you should get yourself a girlfriend.”
Said Mum.
My mouth dropped. I was stunned by that
statement.
Noah stood up, “Matt, go upstairs and pack
some things, you’re staying with us tonight.” He
said.
“We aren’t finished here.” Said my
mum.
Noah looked at her, “It’s clear that both Joe
and you need some time to talk about this, but Matt’s been
through enough today.”
“What about us? Don’t
you think we’ve been through enough?” Replied my mum
loudly.
Noah stepped toward her and lowered his voice, “We
all have.” He said, looking at her. “Let him stay with
us. You both need some time and space.”
My dad decided
to speak up, “Ok.”
My mum looked at him,
“What?”
“Let him go.”
Mum
looked over at me. Our eyes connected. Briefly. I shivered. She
couldn’t even look at me. Noah was right, I shouldn’t
stay here tonight. I glanced at them once more before I stood up,
turned and walked towards the stairs. I was packing some clothes for
the night.
*
I had packed a spare
change of clothes into my schoolbag, but instead of going downstairs,
I found myself sitting on my bed. I wasn’t crying or feeling
angry. Actually I was feeling very little. I was surprisingly calm. I
kept trying to replay the days events over in my mind, but I
couldn’t. Part of me was blocking that out. Like it wanted me
to forget. To move on.
“Matt?”
I looked up
to the door to see Josh standing there. Suddenly I wasn’t calm
anymore. I felt sad. Sad and ashamed. Josh was a good kid and an even
better brother. He didn’t deserve any of this and god knows
that he’s probably having a hard time understanding what’s
going on. I wiped the stray tear from my cheek and looked up at
him.
“Hey.”
He walked into my room and sat
down next to me. He sat there for a moment before he put an arm
around me and leaned against my shoulder. I bit my lip and did all I
could not to cry from his actions. I reached out and placed my arm on
his shoulders.
He looked up at me, a tear rolling down his
cheek, “I’m sorry Matt. I didn’t mean to be angry.
I don’t want you to go.”
I hugged him tighter,
“Shhh, it’s ok.” I said as I rocked him softly,
“I’m only going for a little while. I’ll be back
tomorrow, ok?”
“Ok.” He said quietly.
It
was easy not to say sorry to my parents for being gay. But this
sudden confrontation with my brother made me feel guilty. He was
twelve! And I was putting him through this. MY younger brother. He
had to come first. I got up off the bed and kneeled in front of
him.
“None of this is your fault, ok?” I paused,
“Everything’s going to be back to normal. It’s just
going to take time.”
“Promise?”
I
nodded, “I promise.”
I leaned forward and pulled
him into a hug. From that moment I was determined to make things
work. Even if my parents had a hard time accepting me for who and
what I was, I still wanted to be there for Josh. I was his older
brother, the one he goes to for guidance. I was going to get us
through this. I was going to get all of us through this. I only wish
I could believe my own words.
I pulled back and stood up,
grabbing my bag, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Josh.”
He
stood up and walked with me to the door, “Ok.”
I
managed a smile before I walked down the hallway towards the stairs.
But before I went down I turned back to Josh, “I love you,
Josh.”
“I love you too, Matt.”
*
We noticed the car as we
approached Jamie’s house.
“Sue and Sam must be
back.” Said Noah, as he parked the car outside.
I picked
up my bag from the back seat and walked up the path. Noah unlocked
the door and led me inside. I could hear two people talking in the
lounge, it was Sue and Sam. They must have arrived while Noah and I
were at my house. I began to panic, hoping that they wouldn’t
ambush me.
“Matt.” Called out someone quietly.
I
looked up at the stairs to see Jamie waiting at the top. He beckoned
me with his hand. I looked toward Noah who nodded, “Go, I won’t
tell them that you’re here.”
I smiled meekly at
him before I removed my shoes and headed up the stairs.
Jamie
looked down at my bag before he stepped forward and pulled me into a
hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
“I’m
so sorry.” He whispered.
A few tears escaped my eyes,
“It’s ok.” I whispered back.
He pulled back
and stared at me, wiping my cheeks, before pulling me into a hug
again, “I love you so much.” He said gently.
“I
love you too.”
He took my hand and led me up the second
set of stairs towards his room. We walked over to his bed and sat
there for a few minutes as he held me.
“I need to tell
Mom and Sam.” Said Jamie.
This day was beginning to feel
like an episode of 24; things just didn’t want to ease
up for us. And while we were lucky to have Noah, there was a limit to
how much two sixteen year olds could take in a few hours.
“You
sure?” I asked.
He nodded, “It’s the best
choice.”
He was right, what other choice did he have?
Given the state that my parents were in when I left, I wouldn’t
put it past them to inform the whole world of my ‘decision’,
let alone what Max would say. Oh my god! Max! What’s he going
to say? And Connor?!?!? What’s he going to think of me when he
finds out?!
“I have to tell them, Matt.”
That
snapped me from my chain of thoughts, “Ok.” I paused, “Do
you want me to go too?”
He shook his head, “I
think it’ll go better if I was alone.”
I stared
into his eyes and nodded, “Ok. I’ll be here for
you.”
Jamie stood up and walked to the door. He turned
back and faced me, “I’ll be back soon.”
*
I looked up at the clock,
5:43. The damn thing had to be broken. It felt like Jamie had
been down there for ages, not twenty minutes like it said!
I
was going crazy waiting for him. I mean, I knew I couldn’t do
anything to rush him, but I wanted to know if he was alright. Every
five minutes I’d go over the same routine in my head. First I’d
want to stay up in his room and leave him down there, then I’d
want to go see what’s going on, before I finally return to the
idea of staying put. But when Jamie eventually appeared at his door,
a few minutes later, I was doing nothing short of jumping for
joy.
He looked at me and smiled! He actually smiled!
I
smiled myself, “Well?”
“It went well. I mean
Mom cried, but then she hugged me and stuff.” He paused, “She
said she loved me.”
I walked forwards and hugged him,
“That’s great news.” I kissed his cheek, “I’m
glad it went well.”
It was good news. Hell, it was great
news! Especially considering that Jamie thought that everything was
going to go badly. I guess we can never guess what someone is going
to do or say when we come out.
I pulled back and looked at
him, “What about Sam?” I asked.
He smiled again,
“She said it was ‘cool’.”
“What?”
“She
said that she always wanted a bigger sister.”
I
frowned slightly.
He giggled, “Don’t worry, I told
her that I was still her brother, I just happen to like boys
too.” He looked at me, “Well, one boy really.”
My
expression softened as I stared into his eyes. I looked deeper and it
was as though I saw right into his soul, right into his very being.
Something inside me seemed to snap at that moment. It was like
someone had suddenly lowered my shields that were holding back my
emotions. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh, cry or just
collapse under the pressure. We’d both been through a lot
today. And we both had enough. I did the first thing that came to
mind. I reached out and pulled him closer before I placed my lips on
his. He softened against me as I held him close. We didn’t make
out or anything. We just kissed. Nothing else mattered to us at that
moment. It was just us. It was our moment.
I pulled back and
stared into his eyes. Everything seemed better somehow. I
still knew what had happened, but I felt slightly calmer inside. It
made the world of difference.
“I love you.” He
whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I love
you too.”
We stood there with our heads resting against
each other for a while before there was a knock at the door.
“It’s
me.” Said Noah, “Can I come in?”
I sat down
on Jamie’s bed and looked up at him as he answered,
“Yeah.”
The handle turned as Noah opened the door,
he stepped inside before he closed it behind him.
“How
are you guys?” He asked.
Jamie sat down next to me and
shrugged, “It’s been a long day.”
Noah
nodded, “It has.”
“How’s Mom?”
Asked Jamie.
“She’s ok. She cried a little more,
but she’ll be alright.”
“Ok.” Replied
Jamie, frowning slightly.
“Anyway, we’re not
making any food tonight, I don’t think anyone is really in the
mood for a whole meal.”
We both nodded.
“But
if you want anything, there’s stuff downstairs.”
“Thanks
Dad, we might get something in a little while.”
He
smiled, “Ok, just give me a shout if you two need
anything.”
“We will.”
Noah nodded
before he turned and left.
*
We
did go downstairs and grab some sandwiches to eat around an hour
later. During that time we saw Jamie’s mum who seemed a little
uneasy when she noticed me, or more importantly, now that she knew
who I was to her son. But she didn’t give us any trouble. She
actually tried to manage a smile at us, however she didn’t say
anything.
After we finished eating, we spent the rest of the
evening up in Jamie’s room. We talked for a while about
negligible topics, just something to try to distract us. Noah came to
visit us before he headed off to bed. He basically told Jamie not to
set his alarm for the morning, that neither of us would be going to
school. He also mentioned that neither himself, nor my parents would
be going to work either. He said that it could give us a chance to
talk again, should I wish to do so. I honestly didn’t know what
to think at that moment, but Noah understood and left Jamie and I in
peace for the night.
I yawned and looked up at the clock on
Jamie’s wall, 11:02.
“Do
you want to go to bed?” Asked Jamie, looking at me.
“Yeah,
if you want.”
He nodded.
We stripped down to our
boxers and walked over to his bed. I suddenly realised that Noah
didn’t mention where I should sleep, now that he knew that
Jamie and I were together. I wasn’t sure if he’d want us
to share the bed.
“Am I…I mean, am I staying
here?”
He smiled, “Where else would you
sleep?”
“Well, now that your dad knows, I would
have thought…”
“He would have said
something if he was worried.” He said, pulling back the quilt
before looking over at me, “Come on.”
I smiled as
I crawled onto his bed and laid my head on a pillow.
He
climbed in, pulled the quilt over us and scooted closer.
We
were silent for a moment before I spoke, “We will get through
this. Together.” I whispered.
He nodded, “Together.”
I
leaned forward and kissed him, “Goodnight, Jamie.”
“Goodnight,
Matt.” He said softly, pulling me closer.
“I love
you.”
“I love you too.”
I closed my
eyes and exhaled softly. I had never felt so drained in my life. It
was as though I was barely able to hold on. But laying there in
Jamie’s arms made me feel better. No one could touch me while I
was there. I was safe, warm and loved. I inched closer and buried my
face in his chest. Falling asleep to the rhythmic beating of his
heart. Jamie’s heart.
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