Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 13:22:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Running_Through_Blind Subject: Running Through Blind part 11 Do I really feel like giving an intro blurb. Sure what the hell. I'm to lazy right now to differentiate between what I'm actually going to write and what I'm thinking so I'm going to type it all. Yay. Inner workings of my Mind! Anyway... yeah, I was severely disappointed by the lack of writing that I received for the last section of the story. Thus I'm just going to stop writing. I'm on strike as of now!!! As if, I'm way to much of an attention whore to give up my writing, plus I'm starting to like where its going... And most importantly, y'all aren't getting rid of me that easily. I'm like a bad case of lice that just won't go away!!! HAHAHAHHAH that was kind of a nasty allusion eh? Its better than the alternative one I was going to use so be grateful. but now its time to head straight into the story. Disclaimer: If you are offended by graphic depictions of gay sex, gay nudity or gay anything don't read this. If boy on boy on boy on sheep sex offends you, leave now. If you can't afford to pay the author 42$ to read this please leave now. O yeah and no stealing my story! I'll know. and without further delay! Running Through Blind Part 11 St. Creed's Academy for Boys The breezeway Kyle sat on the floor of the hall rubbing his lower jaw. He sat stunned at what had just occurred. The boys watched in front of him. The halls were congested and clogged by the plethora of unmoving bodies. They were stunned as well. Not so much by the whole punching of one of the most popular juniors in the school, but because they had just seen him make out with another kid in his grade. Another boy... Kyle rose to his feet and wiped the spit off of his chin. He walked quickly away from the crowd. The boys snapped out of their stupefied state. Some remained behind, but others rushed forward. Jeering. "I can't believe he kissed you!" "Why would you let a fag like him touch you." "Are you ok?" "Homos are so disgusting" "So you like dick, eh?" "Fuck, man, even the gays think your hot!" "I didn't know you were a fag?" The mix response of the crowd rolled off of Kyle. He remained transfixed on the doorway to the main building of the school. Then he walked to his locker. Out the door. Into his car. Into his home. Into his room. The door crashed harshly behind him. ~~~~ Rhys fumed in his room. "Fucking Kyle. Who the fuck does he think he is. He didn't. Couldn't. Why would he do that. Fuck. What if my parents hear. What if... FUCK." Rhys continued to storm about his room. Distracted he walked through the house. The empty darkness of the house was rather comforting to him. The empty den with its plush chairs and sofas. His parents cold bedroom... Rhys slumped to the floor. "Fuck..." ~~~~ The sun had set leaving the city lights glimmering in th distance. Kyle sat watching the lights glow and flicker out of his window. He sat against the wall biting his fingers. He then leapt up and grabbed his keys. He sung the door to his room open and tore down the stairs to the door. Flinging it open he faced his mother. "Sit down and shut up Kyle." Kyle moved back a bit. Taken aback by his mothers sudden appearance. "I gotta go mom, there something I need to do." "And would it have to do with Rhys?" 'Uh maybe..." "I got a call today at the office. Something about him kissing you in the halls? Is this true Kyle?" Kyle tugged hard on his hands. His nervousness was apparent. "Is it true Kyle?" "Yeah kinda. But it was um nothing..." "Nothing, he kissed you in the middle of the hall at school. That doesn't really sound like nothing to me Kyle!" "Yeah, uh that's what I was going to sort out." "O really, didn't think you'd have the gall to go." "What? What do you mean by that." "Do you think I'm stupid Kyle. I may work a lot. And I'm sorry for not being here more often but I have to work. Its... that's not important. What is though, is that I know what has been going on between Rhys and you. I'm not blind. Sneaking off to your room. Slamming the door and having your little spats. Do you think I'm stupid?" Kyle cowered in his seat. His nerves were gaining the better of him. *how would she react? I'm fucked for sure. She knows I'm a gay... Fuck...* "I need to know something though Kyle? Did you kiss him, or did he kiss you?" "Uh... it, uh, I, um, well, he." "Kyle, straight answer: you or him." "Me. I kissed him. There it's said." "Do you love him?" "I guess. But ~" "No buts Kyle. I don't want excuses. Do you know why people have been phoning me all day? Do you know what they're asking me? Do you want to know?" "Uh..." "How I could allow my child to be sexually assaulted by another student. Or that I would allow some fag to molest you. The list goes on Kyle. As flattered as I am by the attention, I am sorely not amused by this. So Kyle, what do we do?" Kyle shrugged. "Get out of my sight Kyle." "Wh-what?" "Did I stutter?" "But I~" "Kyle if I wanted an excuse I'd ask for it. You know I can deal with you being gay, whatever, Rhys is a nice enough boy. But this. Shrugging, indifference, letting him bear the brunt of it. What is that Kyle. I know I'm rarely home, but I do know that I raise you well enough not to mess things up and run away and let others clean it up. God. So tell me Kyle. What are you going to do? Do you have a plan? Which entails more that letting things blow over." "What do you want me to do mother?" Kyle threw his arms up in exasperation, "Rhys won't even talk to me. He shunts me off, he runs away and he pushes me away physically. What is there left for me to do." "Find a way. If you really do love him, you'll find a way." "Mom... I can't anymore though. It hurts. I can handle his pushing me away, hell I can deal with his punching me, but it hurts so much that he can't let me in. Mom its eating me up. I-I-I can't. It's to much. I can feel his pain. Whenever I look in his eyes I shake. Its to much. I can't handle it. I just can't... I can't..." Kyle's hands had covered his face. The tears hidden from his mother, but she could see. Moving towards him, she sat beside him on the seat, rubbing his shoulders. The back shuddered from his muffled sobs. Opening her arms she held him. Wrapped her arms like a mother should around her wounded son. Stroking his soft hair she soothed him and they rocked back and forth, "shhhh shhhh shhhh, its going to be ok" The tears began to subside and Kyle raised his head to match his mothers eyes. She looked back into his eyes. The greenish blue tinge surrounded by a red puffiness. "It'll be ok.. This is love. While there is pain, there is also joy. But this is your moment. You can let him go and you can live your life as if it was before, or do the right thing and tell him. No matter the cost, what is going on, the pain you feel. Everything" They continued to rock, his arms clutched less desperately against her body and his quivering calmed. But they held each other. A mother and a son. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rhys woke as usual. He packed his bag and threw on his uniform. The feel of the worn oxford shirt was usually comforting. Throwing his bag onto his back he walked out of his room and to the kitchen where he sat and ate his meager toast and milk, went back to his room and bushed his teeth. Rinsing his hair, he grabbed a towel and rubbed vigorously drying it and pushing it into place. Brushing a lock of hair out of his face he moved out of the washroom. Down the stairs to the door, picked up his keys and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The room buzzed loudly before the bell rang. The kids jostled and played around with each other. The playful pushes and punches were part of normal day life in a boys school after all. the form room students ignored the teacher as he walked in. He sat down and took a swig of his coffee. Opening the binder he started to take attendance. Rhys walked in before the bell went. He slipped through the backdoor of the class and took a seat in the back. The room fell silent. Rhys pulled out a book and began to read. The room was filled with a pregnant silence which erupted into the hum of whispering and discreet mutters. Rhys flipped the page. The bell rang and form room was over, grabbing his bag, Rhys tucked his book in carefully and made his way to class. He didn't notice Kyle dash in at the last moment, his uniform in disarray and his hair amuck. Speaking quickly to the teacher he informed him of his attendance and left for class as well. ~~~~~~~~~~ The classes passed by normally as far as Rhys was concerned. The students quieter than usual. The murmurs behind his back still discreet. Through the halls some avoided his gaze, others purposely kept their distance, Rhys even noted one student looking at him with admiration. He chuckled slightly. The rebellious lock fell infront of his face again and he pushed it back instinctively, lost in thought he went through the motions walking to his next class, the hustle and the bustle surged around him. Bumping into a student he paused to apologize. "O hey Rhys, it's ok," the boy stated, "Uhh yeah." "But I'm kinda disappointed that I didn't even get a peck." "Sorry, I just didn't want to catch anything." "Excuse me? What did you say to me." "Nothing, hey listen guy, I don't even know your name." "Drake" "Whatever, I have to go to class, if you want to make something of this slip a note into my locker and we can make an appointment, maybe we can even do lunch, but until then leave me be, I have work and class to go to. Do we have an agreement?" "Uhhh sure, whatever." "I'll see you later then" Pushing the lock of hair back again he walked quickly away from Drake, "Who actually calls their kid 'Drake' anyway... fucking sophomores" he muttered as he walked. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Social Studies Block 3 Rhys sat at the back of the room beside a large window pane. The clouds shifted with the wind, moving and billowing gently across the blue backdrop. The light wispy clouds sashayed gently, leaving a light trail of white behind it. The teacher lectured to the class discussing the impact of various events to other meaningless events relating them as Rhys continued to stare. "This is so gay!" Rhys was snapped out of his reverie by the comment. He perked up and began to listen as the student in front of him looked dejectedly at the newly assigned project. "Pfhh, hey Jack, speaking of gay, Rhys' faggoty ass is right behind you." the student commented to the previous boy "Hahahhaa, yeah, what a fucking flamer." Rhys stared forward as his knuckles turned white as they gripped his pencil. "You know I still can't fucking believe he kissed Kyle in the hallway like that." "Heh, yeah, those people like him should just die or something." "Gentlemen," the teacher stopped his lecturing to address the boys, "is there something important you need to share with the rest of the class?" "No sir." "Then what pray tell were you discussing?" "O, how Rhys is gay and kissed Kyle in the hall yesterday." Jack stated bluntly The class burst out in gales of laughter. Rhys' hand gripped his pencil tighter. "I see. Unfortunately I don't see how this has any relevance to what we've been discussing. Maybe the discipline master will see the relevance when you speak to him. Now." The boy stood up and left the class, "now as we were discussing, the Canadian involvement in the Suez Canal crisis can be summed up as..." Rhys zoned out again. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lunchroom Lunchtime Rhys sat by himself at a table, the seats around him vacated, a few chairs buffered between him and the nearest person. Casually he ate his food paying no heed to those around him. "This seat taken?" Rhys looked up and smiled at Cary. "Hey, are you sure you want to sit there, I might kiss you, or worse rape you!!!" "O yeah I heard that rumour, that you raped some guy in a washroom." "Yeah, so did I, apparently, I'm into leather, bondage and indecent exposure." "Well, that would make two of us." Rhys gave him a withering look "What?!!? I accept your lifestyle!" "Excuse me. This is where you leave." "Shut your face Rhys, you know I was joking." "Yeah well... So what do you want. Your invading the buffer zone!!! you might catch my disease! Its infectious, like mono, except you have sex with men first then get really tired!" "Yeah about that, Rhys you have to talk to him." "Who is him?" "You know who I'm talking about." "O him, as in the guy who started this, as in the guy who kissed me, as in the guy who has turned me into a bigger social outcast. Yeah sure why not. I'll just waltz over to the jock table, tap him lightly on the shoulder and ask him for a moment to be alone together." "Rhys, look at me, the sarcasm isn't helping. You have to talk to him." "No!!! What! Why the fuck should I?!" "I know Rhys..." "Know what Cary." "Everything. I know what you two have been up to." "Yeah I think the whole school knows we kissed Cary. Way to get with the times." "No I know everything, I know you've been dating for a while, I know you would run and make out in the washroom at the end of the school. You two thought you were so stealthy, it couldn't have hurt to have checked the stalls by the way. I know everything Rhys." Cary had lowered his voice to a whisper. "You don't fucking know anything." "I know that he's hurting Rhys. Can't you see it. No one else notices because they don't know. But look at what your doing to him Rhys. I know you've shut him out. But honest to fuck Rhys, get over it and talk to him. You can't keep beating him up physically and mentally." "Me?!?! Beat someone up!??! have you not forgotten that I'm the school pansy, the big flaming fag? I couldn't beat up a cool athletic and popular guy like him! I'm a little girl." Rhys smirked and sat back in his chair. "Rhys lets go for a walk." "No I'm comfortable here." Cary pulled Rhys up by his tie and dragged him out. "Walk and talk." "Hey fuck, there was no need to get physical. You really are into the bondage hey?" "Shut up. OK here's the deal. I can't fucking stand here and watch this go on anymore. I'm your friend, but I'm also one of Kyle's best. Stop hurting him. And fucking get a clue as to how good of a deal your getting here. He's prime meat there!" "Excuse me? Prime meat? You go date him then. I'm done." "Are you really Rhys. If you really are, then make it clear to him. Because despite your whole tough kid, aloof attitude, your just a scared little boy to afraid to get close to anyone. Get a grip Rhys and just go talk to him. End it or fuck him. I don't care, just talk to him. And by talk I mean actually talk, not make a snide comment, threaten him and run away. Understand me?" "I ~~ you can't just~~~" "Just what? Make you, do it Rhys. Not for me but for yourself, but also more importantly Kyle. You owe him that at least." "You're a son of a bitch sometimes you know that?" "Well you would know hey? Whiney prick." Rhys just shrugged and gave a slight smile. "No argument here." ~~~~~~~~~~ The doorbell rang. Kyle walked out of the kitchen and opened the door. Standing there was Rhys. "Kyle..." "Rhys... Uhh I wasn't umm expecting you..." "Can I come in?" "Only if you promise not to hit me" Kyle said with a smile. Rhys walked in, with the door slamming shut behind him... End Part 11 Yeah, so exams and shit are all over, summer time w00t. Sorry about the huge delay. So I'll be writing more I guess. Heheh... but yeah. I'm glad y'all are writing and reading my story. I'm trying to spice things up again. Emphasis on trying. More e-mails please to running_through_blind@yahoo.com which I also have yahoo messenger for, feel free to add me. Or MSN messenger account: running_through_blind@hotmail.com or AOL messenger screen name: blndsdd193 Feel free to add and send messages, good or bad. I expect to hear from you guys!!! Till next time. Cheers!