Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 23:35:52 +0100 From: jamie stiller Subject: So-close-2 Hey guys, thanks for all your comments, my last chapter was way too short and the coming-out scene was very brief and not that well done, so Ihope this one is (or at least seems) longer, for your reading pleasures. but to make this chapter effective Ithink i'm gonna switch to 1st person now. I do this story in my free time so I kinda cram a lot in without knowing it, what feels like 30 kbs is actually 7 kbs hehehe. enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 'What the hell is going on?', I thought as I lay there caked with blood on the dusty and gritty floor of the truck, one thing I do know is that my head, really, really hurts right about know and my it's filled with questions. I try and sit up and look around, fat lot of good that does, almost makes me throw up my head is swirling, i'm so dizzy right now. 'Awww crap' I think as I realise that I have absolutley no idea about what time it is, where I am and how long i've been out of it. I remember slowly now, I got kicked in the side of the head, that much I know because I can basically feel that right now, jesus fucking christ that hurts, every time I move my head it feels like its going to explode! the throb of the trucks' engines don't help at all. Fear and terror overwhelms me, is the guy who took me going to beat me up again? is he gonna kill me? did he find out I was gay? Gay? where did that come from? Oh my god! Victor! Where is he? did the guy take him too? is he hurt? If the guy has taken him too he must still be in here with me in this truck. Desperate, I start to fumble around for Vic in the darkness, but it is at night and only lit by the occasional orange streetlamp from the only opening in the roof, he was absolutely nowhere to be found, the truck braked suddenly and even though I was still on all fours I tumbled over into a toolbox, rattling and crashing, I jump up in fright causing more rattling and banging. I hear muffled voices, and a van door slam shut. The door slides open and i'm blinded by a bright light being shone in my face. "E woke up, 'ow sweet." The guy drawled. I crawled to one of the corners of the truck and curled up in the foetal position. "come 'ere kid, come." The guy said with mock sympathy. "n-no" I struggle out. "come 'ere now kid, I ain't givvin you a choice now arn't I?" "what did I do to you?" I asked absolutley shit-scared, trying to figure out why I was here. "shuttup kid an come 'ere, righ' now, NOW!" What do I do? do I stay here? he will probably kill me if I do, but what will he do if I did go over there?? Weighing up my options I decide to tentatively crawl forwards until I was at the edge of the van, I had my eyes closed because the blinding light was still there. "now that weren't too 'ard for yeh now wassit." "please don't hurt me, please, i'll do anything you want just don't hurt..." "Shuttup you stupid kid don' say a word" He interrupted. He then pulled me out of the van and tied a strip of cloth over my eyes, welcome relief from the blinding light but in no way helping my fears. He then he walked me along for a little while guiding me with his iron grip on my left arm. I could hear the grass crunching under my shoes, then the hard straight level surface of pavement, I heard him take out some keys and open a nearby door. He pushed me inside and closed the door behind me, he guided me into an adjacent room, turned me round to face him but then he took a step back. "strip." he ordered. "wha..?" stars and ringing pain as I receive a blow to the head knocking me onto the floor, tears welling up I moaned and clutched my head, writhing on the floor in pain. "gerrup." he commanded I got up as fast as the pain would let me, not wanting to risk another blow to the head. "now, strip fer me." he stated. I take off my denim jacket then my shoes and socks, my T-shirt then my trousers until I was standing there in my underwear. "do I ave to punch you one again??" he asked calmly. I reluctantly and slowly take off my underwear until I was standing in front of the guy completly naked, I could feel the rough carpet with my bare feet and the was a draught cooling my bare skin, my tears soaking the blindfold. The guy just stood there breathing really heavily. He walked over to me and put a gag in my mouth, tying it at the back of my head. He then tied my hands together behind my back, then my feet together with a small bit of slack rope to let me take little tiny baby steps. He walked to the other side of the room, pulled a bolt and opened a door, he walked back over to me and guided me by the scruff of my neck to the door. Then he forcefully shoved me inside, I crashed down some wooden steps and landed on my right knee, bruising it badly, i yelped with pain into my gag but only a muffled sound came out, he then descended the creaky wooden stairs after me. He laid into me with his fists and legs hitting whatever he could find, shouting and cursing as he did so. Screaming into my gag all i could do was take it. He tired after a while, gave me one final hard kick in the inner thigh and went back up the wooden stairs into the other room, he shut the door and i could hear the bolt being slid into place. I lay there for a while curled up in a ball, tears flowing freely, sobbing. After i had cried myself dry i composed myself enough to try and find out where I am, every move i made was painful and my right side of my face and my chesthad a warm feeling, I found a bent nail sticking out of a piece of wood, using that i hooked the off blindfold and looked around. The room, lit by a tiny dirty window that barely let in any rays of the morning sunshine, was dusty and smelt awful, there was a revolting mattress on the other side of the room with old childrens toys on it, and a tripod stand was next to it, steel shelves with cardboard boxes were on the wall adjacent to the window and huddled in the corner of the cold grey concrete walls, was another boy. I shuffled closer and what I saw shocked me, the boy was covered in bruises, dirt and dried blood. Oh my god was that Vic? no Vic doesn't have black hair. They boy's eyes snapped open with fear and stared at me with beautiful brown eyes, in his bloodshot eyes was pain, terror and longing for love, compassion or anything nice in this poor noy miserable life. This wasn't Vic, this boy had brown eyes not blue. This poor boy was my age, and was as tall as I was, just what had this guy DONE to him!?!? The terrified boy, coming to the conclusion that I wasn't going to hurt him or abuse him, slowly edged onto his knees and out of a puddle of blood he had been sitting in, his movements obviously causing him pain he came about eye level with me, staring into my watering eyes i stared back, I noticed his hands weren't bound but his feet were. He edged towards me with eyes looking straight into my soul, I just wanted to cry for him, in a tremendous amount of courage he slowly and cautiously put his arms around me, he quietly put his head into my shoulder, and wept soundlessly, i softly laid my head against his with my tears soaking his hair and his tears soaking my shoulder and running down my chest. I would've said so many comforting things but he and I were still gagged. we huddled together in the corner and drifted to sleep, with his head on my shoulder. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there, no nasty cliffhanger this time, i hope this chapter is better, i think it is anyway, please send your comments to stillerenator@googlemail.com "to deny a critic just proves him right."