Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2001 09:29:26 -0000
From: Lover boy <love_me_baby91@hotmail.com>
Subject: passing me by/chapter 2/yf

The following story is a story of fiction. Many of the characters
are loosely based on, or have features taken, from important
people. Important to me, that is.

Don't read this story if you're underage, I'm almost 18 so for the
time being I'm probably underage. Oh BTW, sex is not the basis of
this story. If you're looking for jack-off stuff, find another story.

Well this chapter and probably the rest of the story is dedicated
to my net-bf... heh U mean a hell of a lot to me...
Love u loads...
And the rest of the "Group" - U guys are the greatest! heh

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Chapter Two

The old man opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the pale
white glow of the big ball suspended in the sky, he felt comforted
by its tender glow. It radiated warmth and security. The old man
felt something, a presence. He stood up and searched for the
presence but could see only darkness. To his surprise he wasn't
surprised by the absence of a visual presence. He had felt a
presence but it wasn't physical. The old man looked up at the
moon and felt a power surge through him. He began to walk
towards the moon.

"NO! I'm sorry! Dad! No. I'm so sorry. Please!... DAD!!!"
My eyes flew open and I awoke, I looked frantically around for my
dad but the room was empty, I realised I wasn't in the yard. It took
a few seconds and then it all flooded back - my dad, the beating
and the rescue. I must have passed out, who had helped me? I faintly
remembered seeing a face, someone carrying me. I tried to
remember the face, those eyes, something about them bothered
me. It had been a man, yes, but who was he? I suddenly realised
that I wasn't at home. I scanned my surroundings, where was I?
I was in a bedroom, the walls were painted a creamy yellow and
there was a big double window opposite me. There was also a dresser
and a wardrobe opposite me. There were many pictures hung on the
yellow painted wall. I peered at each of them and could see that almost all
of them had the same guy in each one. He was wearing football in
gear in most of the pictures and had a flashy smile, but his wasn't the
face I remembered. There were also many trophies, placed
carefully around the room in such an ordered fashion. I felt like I was
imposing on this room, it belonged to someone important or
someone special. I spotted my reflection in the mirror opposite me.
Tears began to form in my eyes, my light brown hair was matted
to my forehead, beneath it was a wide gash on my forehead. I
remembered the bucket clashing into my head. The tears slowly
dropped from my blue eyes trickling across my face, irritating the
little cuts and scratches I had. I stopped crying and wiped at the
tears I threw the covers back and tried to get out of the bed causing
a sharp pain to shoot up through my stomach; I yelled out in pain
and collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily. Too weak to make the
effort I lay motionless staring at the white ceiling, trying to regain my
strength.

Streaks of sunlight had appeared in the sky and the sun was
peeking through the clouds. I became active again, I felt a dull
ache in my head and realised that I must have been lying here for
hours, awake. I attempted to lift myself up and propped myself on
the headboard. I pulled the covers to the side and turned slowly.
Gently I carried my legs, lifting them and placing them lightly
onto the carpeted floor. I sat on the edge of the bad, trying to
regain enough strength to move. The pain was still present in my
abdomen where my dad had kicked me, and it hurt. The pain in my
stomach I realised wasn't nearly as strong as the pain I felt
somewhere in my heart. Tears begun to form in my eyes, I'd been
beat by my dad since as far as I could remember but the experience
was just as painful each time, forming mental wounds that never
healed but created painful scars. I cried softly, and then
remembered god. I closed my eyes and thought of god, I silently
thanked him for allowing me to have life.

"Hey, you're up!"  My eyes blinked open and I gasped.

"Sunny." I whispered the name, could it be?

"Umm... are you ok?"

I rubbed at my eyes and looked at Sunny again. No not Sunny,
there was a boy about my age standing in front of me, smiling at
me. He had the most beautiful hair; it shone just like Sunny's hair.
I couldn't help but feel I knew this boy from somewhere. Was he
god? No, god must have sent him; maybe he was an angel. I
realised I must have been staring. The boy blushed and his smile
grew even larger.

"Are you an angel?" I asked him, looking perfectly serious. The
boy looked at me confused and then blushed some more, never
losing the beautiful smile.

"Um. I'm gonna let mum know you're awake ok?"

"Please don't go." I reached out for him and I begun to cough and
wheeze. The boy stepped towards me.

"Are you ok?" the boy asked. The coughing stopped and I spotted
my inhaler on the bedside drawer. I reached out for it, and a sharp
pain flared in my stomach causing me to wince and pull my arm
back. The boy picked up the inhaler and placed it gently to my
mouth. Smiling at me, he brushed some hair out of my eyes. I
reached out and took the inhaler from his hands. I puffed on it
feeling embarrassed by my weakness. The boy reached out and
took my hand squeezing it gently, I looked up at him into his deep
blue eyes. I knew immediately that this was one of god's angels I
realised that I was loved. God loved me, I knew he did, all along I
felt it and it was so real now.

Just then a young woman came into the room; she had the air of
authority accompanying her and the most beautiful smile. I pulled
my hand away from the boy feeling embarrassed but he turned,
giving me a weird look and squeezed my hand a little harder. I
pondered the gesture and decided it felt good to hold his hand, so I
squeezed just as gently. The boy never stopped smiling, and
blushed a beautiful shade of red. Everything about this boy was
perfect; he was so perfectly created. God must have spent a little
more time on him; the faint echoes of a song played in my head.
The woman cleared her throat and I snapped my head in her
direction. She had a tray in her hands, which she sat down on the
table nearby. She paused, biting her lower lip, contemplating
something and then spoke.

"Hi there, feeling better? That's quite a beating you took there.
But don't you worry now. I've brought you some warm milk,
make sure you drink it all. There are also some nuts and dried
herbs, which you can eat if you have the strength. The doctors
gonna be over in a while, so just take it easy and relax." She
leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, I instinctively wrapped
my arms around her. That surprised her as well as me and she
didn't respond for a second, but then squeezed me warmly. I
realised what I was doing and pulled away, blushing from ear to
ear. She looked at me and then let out a gentle shrill laugh; it
sounded so beautiful, so child-like. My heart melted and I felt
something - something powerful, run through my entire body.

"Now just you relax, we'll have you fixed up and better in no
time! Is there anything else you want sweetie?"

"No thank you ma'am. I'm fine thank you, thank you for
everything."

"Now stop that, I'm Alison Fuller, This is my son Darryl. You can
call me Alison or Ms. Fuller whichever you like sweetie."
She turned and ruffled the hair of my angel.

"You hungry babe? I've got some milk left over if you want it."

"No mum, I'm ok." The boy smiled adorably up at her, and the
woman patted his head smiling at him before leaving. The boy
turned and faced me, he still had my hand in his and he sat on the
edge of the bed turning and looking at me.

"So what's your name? I'm Darryl, everybody calls me Koji, you
can call me Koji as well if you like." I didn't reply I was so caught
up in his beauty, those eyes, his eyes seemed so old yet he looked
so young.
"Umm... Do you have a name?" the boy giggled and I stopped
staring and blushed.

"My names Marty."

"Cool! So is you're name Martin?"

"Nope." I replied. The boy looked at me confused.
"I don't like my real name, so I get everyone to call me Marty.
Why are you called Koji?"
The boy smiled.

"It's my pseudonym, I don't like Darryl." He giggled again. I stared
at him curiously, he couldn't have been older than 14-15 but he seemed
so intelligent, so mature and so cute!

"I think Darryl sounds cute. I saw a movie when I was little with a
Darryl in it, he was cute like you." I blushed, having realised what
I had just said. Darryl blushed and grinned. None of us said a word
at first and then he broke the silence.

"Nice to meet you Marty!" The boy offered his hand and giggled
some more. I reached out to meet his hand. He withdrew it
pretending to run his hand through his hair. I stared at him,
confused and then he punched me gently on the arm and began to
giggle again.

"Ow! That hurts, oww..." I clutched my arm, and pretended to cry.
The boy suddenly became very concerned.

"Are you ok Marty?" He asked. I burst into giggles, and Darryl sat
there confused for a second, realisation struck and he punched me
playfully again. I giggled until it hurt and had to force myself to
stop. Darryl just sat there with the hint of a smile on his face
staring at me. No, not staring, looking at me, in me. Seeing who I was,
and I felt it, a connection. I stopped giggling and looked at him.
Something about this boy wasn't right; I didn't take my eyes off
him for a second and stared deep into his eyes. He began to blush,
and turned away.

"What happened to me? Where am I?" I asked him. He turned and
looked at me.

"I don't know. You're at my house, umm... Someone must have
brought you here, I found you outside, and called my mum to help
you. You were pretty beat up. What happened?" I looked at the
boy, he looked back at me with his deep blue eyes, with a look
filled with warmth and concern. I looked away, I felt the warm
tears trickle down my face. Darryl reached up and stopped my
tears with his hand; he lifted my face up gently with his hand. He
looked into my eyes and unspoken words passed between us, he
understood. He climbed onto the bed and put his arm around me
resting my head onto his shoulder. I buried my face into him and
we lay there, neither of us spoke. Suddenly the house began to shake;
I shifted and raised my head.

"Its ok." Darryl reassured me.
"Just a train passing by" He said. I relaxed and laid my head back
down, resting my head on Darryl's shoulder again. He rested his
head upon the top of mine and we held each other in peaceful
silence. Time passed and I slowly found myself falling asleep,
Darryl sensed this and laid my head gently to rest on the soft
pillow, I snuggled up to the pillow and relaxed in the peaceful
serenity. My beautiful angel lay behind me and I felt his arm come
around me. His heat radiated and combined with mine forming a
blanket of security and protection. I wrapped it around me and
drifted into the land of nod. I dreamt of blue skies, golden
fields and of god.

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