El Rey Del Arco By J. Oliphant
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Chapter One
I'd just finished my music lesson when it started to rain, I mean really rain, I cursed my luck and double checked my cello case so rain water didn't seep in. Hunched down I made my way out of the front gates of school struggling up the near vertical climb that leads to my house. Glancing to my left I see my own image in the window of a car, my spine parallel to the gradient of the hill burdened with the weight of my cello and its' hard case.
I look up and see a group of sixth formers headed my way, I try my best to look small and not attract their attention (which is hard when your 6'2 and ginger) but it was too late; I'd made eye contact.
"Eric! Come over here and suck my cock, faggot, you'd like that wouldn't you?"
I tried walking on the road to avoid intercepting them on the path but it was obvious what I was trying to do. The biggest one dug his elbow into my ribs as he walked past, with an accompanying shout of 'faggot', I walked out the other end, cringing from pain and embarrassment. A few seconds later a car pulled up beside me, I can't see who it is because of the tinted windows, the front window rolled down to reveal Sean.
Sean isn't just the most handsome, intelligent and popular person in our year he's probably the nicest too, he's about 5"9 with dark, floppy hair, he has piercing blue eyes accompanied by a face that's soft but at the same time has high cheek bones. I can feel my stomach fluttering and my knees turning to jelly.
"Hey Eric, your gunna catch pneumonia walking in this, hop in, I don't mind giving you a lift"
As he was speaking he had a smile that was half empathetic half ironic etched on his face, I could tell he saw just what happened but I'm glad he is subtle enough not to mention it, if he'd been anymore nicer to me I feel like I would have broke down in tears.
"No really I can't, my Mam doesn't like me accepting charity, it's only another 15 minutes walking anyway,"
"Think of it as a favour and when I need your help I can just ask you,"
"Alright" I said, agreeing "that sounds fair enough"
I like the idea of having to do whatever he wants, if you know what I mean, I dump my cello into the back seat and hopped in front with him.
"It's right next to the primary school isn't it?" "Yeah" I said, he knows where I live?
He turns the heating on noticing how I'm shivering, I'm slightly embarrassed because all the rain has made my black jeans and white t-shirt cling to my skeletal frame, by now my t-shirt was practically see through and you could literally watch a massive purple bruise forming where I'd been hit, my cheeks must have been flushing because of what he said next;
"It's alright I won't bite" he winked "at least, you'd better hope I won't, here take my hoddie"
He pulled his hoddie off his hoddie, briefly flashing his toned stomach and Calvin Klein boxers, and handed it to me,
"It'll get wet" I said
"I don't mind seriously, clothes dry!"
"Thank-you" I said pulling the cheesiest grin I could,
He laughed and drove through the green light,
"So how come you're walking home in this weather, would nobody come and pick you up?"
"My Mam makes me walk home; she says I'm not appreciative enough of how much she does for me,"
"Well I won't disagree with your Mam" he said, being polite "but you should've just asked for a lift, drama club finishes the same time as you come out of your music lesson" he says slightly blushing for revealing he notices when I'm around.
"I wouldn't want to impose"
We were already outside my street, it seemed like I hadn't been in the car 3 seconds.
"Just drop me of here, I can walk the rest" I said not wanting him to see how small and unkempt my house was compared to his,
"No, I want to drop you off at your door; I don't want you to catch a cold. It's this one isn't it?" he asked pulling outside my tiny bungalow, "hey, I was thinking about you owe me for the lift," he winked "and I really need help with the singing for the play were doing in drama and you're the only person I know who could help, you're playing the music for drama practice tomorrow aren't you?" he didn't wait for a reply "I'll bring you over to mine after that"
He said all that before I even had a chance of objecting, practically forcing me to do what he wanted, not that I'm complaining.
"It's a date" he said,
he reached open and opened the door for me, brushing my leg with his hand that sent a shiver of delight up my body.
I got out with my cello as he shouted "my place tomorrow, don't forget!"
"Thank-you" I said,
but he was already gone, I smiled to myself at him for being so forward and walked into my house.
"Who was that?! Dropping you off in his fancy car!" Mam demanded "you know we don't accept charity Eric, why would you do that!? As if people didn't think were poor enough your begging lifts of rich boys!"
"was that your faggy boyfriend?" dad shouted billowing alcoholic fumes in my face "don't you bring disgrace to this house again!" he'd been drinking again for sure, I saw fresh injection marks on his arms as he spun me around, I felt my shoulder bruise where he had grabbed it,
"I'm sorry Dad it's just, i..it was raining and he offered me a li-"
"-don't give me that shit" he screamed cutting me off,
I ran to put my cello in my room where it wouldn't be damaged,
"Don't run away from me!"
He pushed me against a wall and punched me square in the stomach, I fell to the floor into the foetal position while he kicked my ribs and everything else he could find that was exposed. I started crying and didn't stop till long after he had got bored and went back to drinking in front of the T.V.
I crawled into my bedroom and stripped off to my boxers, noticing my crimson streaked body in the mirror, the bruises added to my collection since coming home, I slipped into bed and cried myself to sleep.
This is my first time trying to write so please ideas, criticism and appraisals :) are all welcome at my e-mail address cup-of-tea-father@hotmail.co.uk also I would really appreciate an editor if anyone feels up to it, thanks for reading.