Date: Wed, 04 Aug 2004 22:42:31 -0400 From: rhaven Subject: The Next Tomorrow Chapter Eight This is a story from imagination, nothing more; it could not exist in our reality. Be warned it is a tale of man/boy relationships with some bad language. I'd like to thank my dear friend Astral Toad for helping me with this story. If you like this story, please visit my site for more at www.rhavenlore.com The Next Tomorrow By Rhaven Chapter Eight "Let go of me!" Mark yelled and yanked my hands free of his shirt. "All I did was talk to Mr. Ponca, Jonah! All we did was talk!" I stumbled back from Mark and looked at my hands, what was the matter with me? It felt like I was turning into Greg. All I felt was anger and hate, at the moment I hated Mark, I hated Ronnie, and I hated everyone. My body trembled from the fury that burned inside me and I had to clinch my fist to stop myself from screaming. I inhaled deeply and looked back to Mark's shocked look. He was scared of me, scared and hurt from my uncontrollable outburst. I wasn't Greg, I would never be Greg. "I'm^Å I'm sorry Mark." I started crying harder and fell to the floor. "I just can't do this anymore. I'm so lost." Mark joined me on the floor and cradled my head in his lap. "Don't worry Jonah. You're not alone. Mr. Ponca wants you to pack some things and head to his house. He's been talking with you mom and has something planned." "Really?" I tried to say as I held back my tears. Deep in my soul, I had hoped that Sean would come to my rescue, but I was afraid to voice that hope. What if Sean didn't care? If I had gotten my hopes up and he hadn't help me, then there was nothing else to live for. Not even moving to Africa could have saved me. "Yeah, I'm here to help you pack." Mark leaned down and kissed me. "Let's get your suitcase." I managed to nod and forced myself to stand on shaky legs. We retrieved my suitcase from the closet and started stuffing it with shirts, pants and underwear. I looked around my small bedroom, wondering if this would be the last time I was here. Maybe Sean would runaway with me to Africa, then he could really be my Tarzan and we would live together forever. "Do you know what else Sean has planned?" I asked as Mark as he closed my suitcase. "Not sure, but I bet it's really cool." Mark smiled. "Come on, let's head to Mr. Ponca's house." Going outside, out of the house, I had a hard time breathing. I kept expecting Greg to leap out from behind a bush and catch me. I knew by stepping out of my house would bring the wrath of Greg on me. Seeing Sean for Greg would mean that I was snitching on him and he would have no other choice but to kill me. For a moment, I wondered if I shouldn't go to Sean, I was endangering his life if I did. But how could I not? My heart ached to see him, to be in his arms. Mark and I walked through the woods until we found the path the lead to 14th Street. Seeing Sean's house and knowing he was inside was almost more than I could take. My love was inside that old house, waiting for me, waiting to hold me. I ran ahead of Mark and didn't even bother knocking on the door, I raced into the house and started screaming for Sean. "Jonah?" Sean ran down the stairs and grabbed me up into a tight hug. "Jonah, my sweet Jonah." I had cried so much lately that I didn't think I could cry anymore, but with Sean holding me, I bawled, gasping for breath. I kissed him and looked into his mirrored eyes, all my fears and sadness flooded out of me. To be in his arms and finally feel safe, drained away all my tension. I cried so hard that each breath was painful, my body shook and my lungs screamed with each heavy sob. Sean carried me up the stairs and laid me gently on his bed. "Mark, could you get me a wet washcloth from the bathroom?" Sean asked as Mark entered the room. "Okay." Mark forced a smile and headed to the bathroom. The room swirled around me and I had difficulty lifting my arms, I wasn't sure if this was a dream or if life with Greg was the fantasy. Reality had blurred for me, being with Sean was too wonderful, did I deserve this pleasure? I gasped for breath, between my sobs, swimming in my joy and sorrow, the world around me turned to black. The next thing I knew Sean had a damp washcloth on my forehead. "Take a deep breath Jonah." Sean said lovingly. "Is he all right?" Mark said in a panic. "He's fine, Mark. He's exhausted and needs to sleep." Sean's voice was so soothing, though I could see anger in his face. "Jonah I need you to tell me everything that has happened in your house? I know this will be difficult, but please try to tell me everything." Sean looked so sad that I didn't care how embarrassing it would be for me to tell my story. I started talking, letting the tale escape from my lips, it didn't register how bad Greg was, until I had finished and saw the look in Sean and Mark's face. Their horror- stricken faces scared me and I started to cry again. "Little man..." He said stroking my hair. "Greg isn't going to do a damn thing to you or anyone. You just forget about that asshole. Now you rest back in the bed, I've got something to do; I want you to get some sleep." "Don't leave me." My vision blurred from tears. "Mark will be here." Sean motioned for Mark to approach the bed. "Don't leave me." I repeated. "I'll stay until you fall asleep, okay?" Sean lay down next to me on the bed. "Mark, you can join us." He said smiling to my friend. Mark smiled back and joined us on the bed. I rested my head on Sean's chest and inhaled deeply. Mark rubbed my back, humming the theme to Daniel Boone. "I'm glad you're here Mark." I said softly. "Where else would I be?" He giggled. I sighed from the complete comfort I was feeling and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I was on the bed alone; I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep. My whole body ached as I scooted off the bed, I couldn't imagine why I was still so tired and why my body felt like I had been running for days. I was about to call out Sean's name when I heard voices coming from downstairs. I crept carefully half way down the stairs and listened. One voice was Sean, but the other shocked me. It was my mother and she was crying. "I know he's no good, but I love him." My mother said desperately. "But you have to think about Jonah and his safety." Sean said sternly. "I won't let Jonah go back into that house until I know it's safe for him." "You have no right to keep my son!" My mother screamed. "I could... I could call the police on you!" "Go ahead. I just happen to have a copy of Greg's criminal record and it's very informative. I think you need to read this before you call the police on me." I could hear the rustling of paper as it exchanged hands. There was a long moment of silence. I was tempted in sneaking further down the stairs so I could see into the living room, the quiet was unbearable. "How could I have been so blind? I was just so lonely; I didn't want to believe Greg was all bad. I really thought I could make him into the man I wanted. I'm so stupid." Mom finally said. "Sheriff Brooks is waiting to hear from the Dallas police..." Sean said and I could tell he was standing up and started walking. I tiptoed quickly back up the stairs and hid inside Sean's bedroom as they walked to the front door. Whatever they were talking about was lost to me as they left the house. I jumped back into the bed as Sean reentered the house. "Awake are we?" He said smiling as he walked into the room. "Do you feel any better?" "I guess so... what was Mom doing here?" I asked bluntly, though Sean didn't seem surprised by my question. "Your mother and I are working on getting rid of Greg. I think you should know your mother loves you very much." He took a seat on the edge of the bed. "She doesn't love me, she only cares about herself." I said angrily. "You're mad, that's understandable. However, remember we're all human and make mistakes. Don't hold this mistake over your mother forever." He looked down at me and grinned, I couldn't resist his beauty and found myself smiling back. "I love you Sean." I said quietly. "And I love you, little man." I pulled off my shirt and giggled, the first time I had laughed in days. "Is someone feeling frisky?" he asked me with an arch of his eyebrow. "I'm sorry I've missed our time at the lake." Was all I said as I wiggled out of my shorts and underwear. "Come on, get naked." I insisted. "All right, all right." He laughed. Once naked he climbed into bed next to me. "You never cease to impress me, little man." I rolled over on top of Sean and kissed his chin. "If I went to Africa, would you come with me?" "Africa? Sounds dangerous to me. Why would you want to go to Africa?" He asked as his hands massaged my buttocks. "No don't answer that." He said kissing my forehead. "I don't think you need to worry about Africa now." I turned myself around, so that I was sitting on top of him and sighed. "I hope you're right." Greg was still out there, his threats still echoing in my mind. "Don't worry Jonah; I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again." Sean rubbed my stomach so tenderly that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. His fingers wrapped gently around my erection and I instantly shivered at his wonderful touch. "You know you're spending the night here, right?" Sean whispered. "That's great." I whispered back, too involved in Sean's hand stroking my penis to talk. I moaned from the pleasurable feeling as the pressure built. Suddenly Sean removed his hand. "What... what are you doing?" I whined. "Don't fret." Sean laughed and slid me off him. He climbed on top of me, his head inches from my erection. "Are you ready?" He asked grinning. I eagerly nodded and shivered excitedly as he slipped my penis into his mouth. The sensation was wonderful, his lips pressed hard against my shaft, I could feel his tongue exploring the head of my penis and I quivered again. Within minutes, the pressure in my groin was too great and I exploded into Sean's mouth, my entire body spasm as I came. Sean licked my penis like a lollipop, cleaning the dribble of cum with his tongue. "That was great." I sighed heavily as my body finally relaxed. "Yes that was." Sean laughed and climbed out of bed. "I bet you're hungry, why don't I fix us something to eat." "I'm starved." I admitted. Spending the evening with Sean was great, for supper we had steak, potatoes and green beans. The best meal I've ever eaten, why didn't mom's food taste this good? Sean took me out to the back porch to sit in the porch swing. "This is so different from living in L.A.; no one seems to have time to just enjoy the moment. Don't you ever forget to stop and smell the roses, little man. Life is so precious, I wish... I wish my father could understand that. All he thinks about is money." Sean said looking out to the horizon as the day slowly transformed to night. "Sitting here with you is worth all the money in the world." "How's your book coming?" I asked as I snuggled closer to him. "Very well, I hope. Writing is sometimes stressful, especially when the characters take over the story." "I don't understand?" I yawned. "I set out to write one story and suddenly I find that characters doing something else. It's hard to explain it's like the characters of the story, come alive and tell me how they want their tale to be told." I snickered and shook my head. "You are so strange." We didn't say anything else for a while, the darkening sky drew our attention and we watched the changing colors paint the heavens. Stars began to appear, first one and then others awoke to the new night. I yawned again, feeling my body weakening from tiredness. "Perhaps it's time for you to go to bed." Sean suggested. "I've got to make a phone call, to see what the sheriff is doing." He looked at the disappointment in my face and smiled. "Don't worry I'll be up soon." Sean walked into the kitchen as I dragged my way to the stairs. Suddenly the doors burst open and I yelped from shock. "Jonah!" Mark yelled, his face red from anxiety and fear. "You've got to come; Greg's going to hurt your mom!" I gasped, how could I have been so selfish and not considered my Mom's safety. I had left her alone with that maniac. The sudden emotion of losing my mother, overwhelmed me. My body trembled and beads of sweat bubbled across my forehead. All that hate, I had built up for her had instantly vanished. "Mommie." Escaped through my lips."Let's go!" I said as I ran out the door.