Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 12:43:43 +0530 From: Kam Subject: Enough-4and5 Disclaimer This is a story involving gay characters and their relationship. If you are expecting wild monkey sex then please move your attention to another story. The author, as in me, retains the copyright and the authority over this story and distribution or re-posting of this story through any other medium or to any other site is to be done by my consent only. Any grievances, compliments, queries or requests to the author are to be directed to the address at the bottom of this story. Flames will be ignored or laughed at. (Muah ha ha) Chapter 4 I couldn't believe it. I had just been on the world's best dates with one of the world's best guys and now I was living a nightmare. My Dad had just caught me kissing a guy on the street, 11 pm at night. I'm dead. "Who the hell was that?" "A friend, Dad." "A friend? Friends don't smooch on friends. Now who the hell was he?" "He's my boyfriend, alright. I'm seeing him." "No son of mine is a god damned faggot, do you hear me?" "And no fucking bigoted bastard is my father either." I was enraged. I brushed past him and went into the house. I had just called my father a bastard. I went directly to my room and threw myself on the bed. I didn't know what had just happened but I was wishing that it were a dream. I had closed my eyes and was trying to get over what had just happened. I knew that dad was not going to give up but nothing that I had known about my father could prepare me for what was to happen next. I heard the door to my room open and then close shut and lock up. I looked up and saw my father near the door with his belt in his hand. His eyes were burning with anger and there was no way I could escape them. He raised his belt and it came down on my legs. The next few minutes were a blur as pangs of pain shot through my whole body as I heard a whipping sound to every lash. I must've passed out because it was already morning. I wished that whatever happened was a dream, no wait a nightmare, but my body would disagree. I knew I would regret this but I got up and went to the mirror. I could've sworn the person on the other side wasn't me but someone else. The welt marks, the blood...the face, his belt even tore my clothes to pieces, it couldn't have been me. I got into the shower and took, what was, the most excruciating shower of my life. I was not going to take it any more. No more was I going to give into my father's anger and intolerance. I've had enough. I grabbed my duffel bag and packed my stuff. I knew my father wouldn't have been at home; he was probably at work. And even if he wasn't at work there was no way he'd be home, he's not brave enough to face the results of his own anger and selfishness. I reached for the door and tried opening it but it was locked. Should've known he wouldn't let the door open for me to just walk out, not after what he did to me. I realized that I'm probably not the only one who was victimized by his rage. I had to know if Mom and Susan were ok, though I was sure they were probably in better condition than me. I had made up my mind that there was no damn way I was spending my life in this hellhole but where was I to go. The money I had with me wouldn't last me more than a week. Sure I still had my part-time job but no way was that providing me with rent too. The best chance I had, was sleeping overnight in the same fast food place that I worked in. That is if, Rob, my boss would let me. Though I guess I could trust him more than my dad at that moment. I heard someone coming up to the door. I backed up and waited for it to open. Susan and Mom were standing there. They gasped when they saw me, though horrified was more appropriate. I took my chance and tried walking out the door. I couldn't look at them I just kept walking till I got to the door when I heard my sister crying. "Joey, where are you going?" she asked "I don't know but wherever it is I'm sure it's way better than this place." "But where will you go?" Mom joined in too "I said I don't know." "Please don't Joey, please stay." "Look at me mom! And say it again that you want me here, like this." "Let him go Mom. It's better for him if he does." Susan came in and hugged me goodbye. I didn't want to cry but there was no way I could stop. I had to get out of there and not just for my sake but theirs too. I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked out the door without looking back. I dared not look at my mom and sis before I left, I didn't need anything else to make this any harder. The first thing on my to do list was to go meet Rob and see if it works out. I guess I was sure he would let me stay but I had to ask anyway. I went over to the restaurant and tried not to attract too much attention. Though it wasn't much of a success. My colleagues there seemed more than curious but I wasn't going to give them any story. I went into Rob's office. Needless to say as soon as I entered he was shocked. I told him everything and made my request. He first suggested to report to the police but for some reason I pleaded with him not to. He readily agreed to my request and I started living there. I had to work half the day and the rest I would try to look for a more decent living to get me onto my feet again. Two days had passed and it didn't get any easier but I had gotten used to it. The restaurant had become my home 'not so' sweet home. Rob let me use his place for things like shower and stuff. If it weren't for his big family I would've taken up his invitation to live with him. I had to find a place to stay or else this place was going to kill me. Though I was thankful to Rob for letting me stay at the restaurant, I didn't exactly love the idea. I needed a decent job and a roof over my head, pronto. Easier said than done, definitely. I was working 12 hours a day and I already missed two days of college. I was an official case of a DOA. I was almost broke, housebroken and lonely. The word lonely made me think of Josh. I didn't understand how I spent two days not thinking of him. I guess I had more serious matter on my hands. And anyways, the way I look now? It's not possible. There's no way I can get him to like me with a broken nose, welted body and a swollen face. I was definitely healing but the scars it left seemed permanent, physical and emotional. I needed to move on and more importantly forget everything that happened, as impossible as it sounds, I just had to. It was around closing time. There were almost no customers in the restaurant and soon even the remaining people were gone. I was the last one to leave but only I don't leave. I close down the place and spend the night. I turned around to clean up when the bell on the door rang and told me someone had just come in. I turned around to tell the person to leave, as it was closing time but when I did turn around I had nothing to say. It was Josh. I couldn't figure out what was on with him. He looked somewhat confused but more, angry than confused. I didn't know how to handle this since I never expected him to come back. He walked over to me still looking angry and pushed me back against the wall strongly and said. "You Bastard!" **********Chapter 5************ "You Bastard!" he shouted at me. "What? What did I do? What's wrong?" Now I was confused. "So this is how I find out, with people talking. I get you in trouble and you just face them all alone. Just pack your bags and leave without a word." "I just didn't think..." "That's the problem Joey. You DIDN'T think! Are you that proud and pig-headed that you decide to spend your life in this...this dump and not even come to me once." "It's not that! I didn't want you to go through the trouble of ..." "Trouble? You do realize it is my fault that you had to go through this. It was my fault that you..." "It was no one's fault that my father is a bigoted bastard. And I didn't even think that you..." "Stop talking! I'm not going to listen to anything. Hell, I don't even feel like talking to you after this. Pack your bags, close this damn place and come out, I'm waiting for you outside. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not!" With that he swung around and walked out slamming the door shut on the way out. I had never been so confused in my life. I spent the next 15 seconds to figure out exactly what he said; when it finally caught up to me I got all my stuff together and closed down the place. I did one last check to make sure everything was ok, actually I was trying to stall for some time so that Josh cools up. I finally came out and saw Josh on his bike. He didn't even look at me but just brought the bike around and snapped his neck to beckon me to get on. By the time we got to his place he had me thinking that it would be better if he hit me like my 'father' had than hate me like this. I was on the verge of tears when we finally got to his place. He took me to his apartment and then took my bag and left it in a room. He then came out and told me that it was my room and then went into his own and shut the door. I caught myself wishing that I were dead. My life had just ended...my dad hates me, I'm separated from the part of my family that actually does like me, I lost all my friends and now the most person in my life doesn't even want to talk to me. I sat down on a chair and closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep and maybe wake up back in the restaurant. But I couldn't sleep not like this. I want to be with Josh more than anything in the world but if he doesn't I might as well not. I felt that the only reason that he did bring me back was that he felt guilty for getting me in trouble with my dad. I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down crying. I could hear Josh coming out and walking towards me but I didn't have the guts to look up. He stood there in front of me, my eyes on his feet. He ordered me to get up. Not knowing what to expect I slowly got up and tried to look him in the eye. His eyes were as wet as mine were, obviously he'd been crying too. He quickly grabbed me and hugged me. We just stood there letting it all out till he backed away. He kissed me on my forehead and led me to my room and tucked me in and went away. As he walked away this time I knew everything was going to be just fine. I closed my eyes to grab some shut-eye and soon dozed off. I woke up in the morning. It felt so good to not wake up to that obnoxious alarm back home. Josh was there, smiling down at me and trying to wake me up. "Morning beautiful!" Did he say beautiful? He definitely needs glasses "Beautiful?" "Yeah beautiful. Now get you're cute butt out of bed and get ready for college." "College? I've got to get to work. I'm running late." "Yes you are, for college. Get ready. No more working...do you realize how important a decent college education is...come on, out of bed and into the shower, NOW!" "I need the job Josh. How will I pay for stuff?" "Don't get me going on last night again. I earn enough for 5 people, and we're only two. I mean for Christ's sake I get paid to walk, stand and sit around in pretty clothes." "Alright, Alright! I'm going but we need to talk about this..." "After you get back" Josh interrupted, "I don't have any shoots or shows today, so I'll be picking you up and we can talk when you get back" He was not a man with whom you could argue and win. I went to college and spent an average day, NOT! Remember? I looked like someone who's just been crushed under Godzilla's foot. I tried avoiding the topic but I couldn't, not with the huge cut on my lip. I told them that I'd been mugged while I was out shopping. Almost everyone bought it, except Bryan. "Joey, tell me what happened?" he asked as he caught up with me after class. "Nothing, I said I got mugged, that's all." "You can't lie to me Joe, I went to meet you yesterday at your place." "Oh...so you know?" "I'm sorry Joey. If there's anything..." "Never mind Bryan. I guess it was all for the best." "So where are you now?" "Josh took me in last night. I think I'll be staying with him till I find something else." "Oh...ok. Well if you need anything." "Thanks Bryan." I guess the rest of the day was pretty normal once I got everyone to believe my story. After school Bryan asked me for my new address and went home. Josh picked me up and he took me home. Did I mention he cooks? And boy does he cook! All through the meal a thought was really troubling me, which Josh soon picked up on. "What is it? You look tense..." "Josh, can you honestly answer my question? Why did you bring me home?" "What do you mean?" he asked as he took a bite, "What is this about Joe?" "Did you take me in because you felt guilty about getting me in trouble that night?" "What?" "I mean if you did, you don't have to feel obligated to keep me here. I mean I can manage..." "I can't believe you asked me that question. I know we've just met but... Joey can't you see I really care for you? Even if you didn't have to, I'll still want to keep you here, with me, for the rest of my life. If you ever doubt me again... I...I might just have to spank you." "I think you'll do that anyway." We broke into laughter and I don't know why and how but everything I felt just dissolved into this state of belonging that I never knew I could feel. I felt wanted, loved...I felt... at home. ______________________________________ Hey Readers and you other guys looking for a j/o fantasy! I decided to post 4 and 5 together 'cause I know how much you all hate those cliffhangers. I'm thinking of doing a SF fantasy story after I finish posting this one. Do you guys think I can pull it off? But I'm gonna try anyway...It's going to be a continuation of this story. Maybe I can call it "Just not Enough"? Anyways...time will tell. I've never written sex scenarios, just because I suck at it. But! by popular demand I have added 2 of them to this story, the first of which you'll be seeing soon enough. I'm thankful to all the 24-26 people who have written in and gave me their feedback. Those who're wondering about my first story...It's under the gay- adult/youth section of nifty. It's under the directory "The Boy Series" do NOT confuse it with another story called "The Boy" Hope I've kept it interesting so far and that you all liked it. If not...BITE ME! Kidding...I'm still waiting for feedback. So send in your thoughts and suggestions and I'll try my best to keep it good enough for you. Love, Kam. kamguy@alexandria.cc PS: Sorry about what I said about love at the end of last chapter, it does not suck!!!