Disclaimer:
*The following depicts m/m love. If that bothers you, you do not need to read. Also, if you are under the age of 18 or the legal age for your country/state please do not read. Otherwise please enjoy!
Author Notes:
*The story is fictional though the places are real the characters are not. And if any application you may find to real people is just coincidental. I would like comments good or bad because they help me improve. Thanks to everyone who help me and cheer from the background to embrace writing.
Chapter 3
Blood, Rain & Love
I woke up all alone in the room. It was only six twenty in the morning and if I hurry I could still make it to school. I didn't want to go to school but I should go. I got up and found some clothes. Azriel must have gotten then last night while I was sleeping. I went through the clothes to find a couple pairs of pants and shirts. I quickly got dress and headed to the door.
As I opened up the door I couldn't help but look back. All the memories flooded back. I moaned and shivered at the thought of them and knew I had to leave now or I would never leave. I stepped out and closed the door. After school I'll go home and grabbed a few things and head back here.
The walk to the school was longer then walking from my home, but it was worth it if I felt safe. I was in a motel or hotel off of M-15. Looking down the road I knew I had to go east to get to school so I went, looking back every once in awhile to memorize the location, so I could get back to where I came from. I made it to school with five minutes to spare before first hour starts.
I went to my class and Mr. Flauk was sitting at his desk reading a book. He looked up from the book and saw me. I was the only one in the class at the moment so he sat the book down and leaned back in his chair with an amused look on his face. I sat my stuff down beside a desk in the back of the room and sat down.
"Well Kyle, It is nice for you to be joining my class this morning. We have missed you for the two weeks you didn't show." My teacher spoke sarcastically. I could tell he wasn't upset.
Mr. Flauk was twenty-six and was a medium sized man at the height of five ten and a weight of probably one fifty. He had the starts of a beard growing; dark hair prickles over his chin and jaw line. His hair was a light brown and was cropped. And finally we come to his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. They were a deep blue-green. The only problem was that he dated my mother and raped me, so I hate him and his beautiful eyes and I skipped his class for two weeks in my protest of hate.
"Nice to see you to, James, I just couldn't see any reason to come to a class that teaches me nothing, so I didn't." I said as rudely as I could. He just smiled.
"Biology isn't that bad. It is almost like a sex-ed. class, but I guess you don't need a sex-ed. class at all, do you?" He chuckled. I just stood and grabbed my stuff and headed for the door and out of the class. I didn't need to take that. Azriel was right; I should have stayed at the hotel. I decided to go home and get my stuff and go back to the hotel.
I headed down Wilson road and came to my horrid and painful house. Eric's car was still there, but so were a police car and two officers standing outside the door pounding. I walked up praying that they were here to arrest Eric and throw him into a deep dark cell where no sunlight will ever reach him. Walking up the steps the cops turned around.
They were both in their mid thirties and not to bad looking. One of them was five foot 11 and was about hundred and eighthly pounds of pure muscle. He had thick dark hair and sky blue eyes and stern look on his face. The other officer was taller and slightly lankly, but still tone. He probably weighed one-seventy five with chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Not bad looking cops.
"Hello." I spoke and walked pass them to the door.
"Are you Kyle Garlin?" The tallest cop asked.
"Yes. How can I help you?"
"We got a call from your neighbor saying there was screaming and loud sounds coming from this house. We just arrive and been knocking but no answer. Is it okay if we come in to check it out?" The tallest cop asked nicely. I nodded. I unlocked the door with the spare key that was above the light
"I'm Officer Blake and he is Officer Stuart." The shorter man spoke.
"Hello both of you." I open the door and they both followed me in. And I gasped at the sight.
The living room was destroyed. Glass was broken on the floor and the couch was ripped apart. The kitchen looked even worst. There was blood on the walls and the silverware draw was dumped out. Pots and pans were scatter all over. I panicked. I saw that the blood lead down stairs. In the background I heard the cops calling this in and one even said to stay put but I ran down stairs hearing them cursing as they shuffled behind me.
I froze at the bottom of the steps as the sight before me petrified me. My step mother and Eric where tied up bloody on the floor. They looked like they been whipped and cut up. There was skin peeled back off the arms and legs and bones were stabbing through their skin. I turned and hurled right on the carpet.
"Are you okay?" Officer Stuart walked up to me as I held my stomach. I shook my held and my breathing heavy and uneven. He grabbed my shoulder and lead me towards the stairs, but not before I heard Officer Blake speak to no one in particular.
"Damn. They must have suffered immensely for hours before death." I walked up the stairs with the other officer and when we made it to the living room I collapse onto the floor.
"Hey there is glass on the floor." He snatched my arm to pull me back up, but I was immobile. Who could have done this? Why? Both of them were horrible people. Janet, my stepmother was a horrible mother and Eric was a jackass, but this no human should have to suffer the way they did. This is what I was thinking when finally I snapped out of it when the other officer came up.
"John? Can you come here for a moment?" Officer Blake spoke calmly.
"Okay. Kyle I am going to talk to Officer Blake and I will be back. Will you be okay?" I nodded not trusting my voice. Officer Stuart stood and walked over and into the kitchen and disappeared. I needed to get up. Come on, I can't stay here on my knees. I pushed up off the ground and took in a deep breath. I can do this. I walked over to the kitchen when I heard the officers talking. I slowed and listen in. And was shocked to hear what they were saying.
"John, I found evidence he was being abused. There were pictures in the man's pocket. He must have kept them; sick bastard. Look." He handled the pictures over. And the look of horror on Officer Stuart face told me they weren't good. "See John, this man has been beating this kid for weeks if not months. I wouldn't put it past him to stop the abused. I would if I was him."
"Andy." He sighed. "I don't think Kyle killed them."
"John, look at the facts. We just got here and he comes walking up. Why wasn't he in school, huh? And when we entered, he heads straight to the bodies. Why go straight down stairs? Yes the living room and the kitchen is a mess, but no blood. Nothing leads you down stairs. He knew they were down there. With the evide... " The rest of the words were drowned out by my thoughts. No blood. Can't they see the blood all over the place? What's going on?
"-take him in." Officer Blake spoke. I started to back up. No, I can't be taken in. I didn't do it. Even if they find me innocent, they would put me back in the home where another person looking for the states money will pick me up. They wouldn't care about me. I have been through nine families, so I know from experience. I had to get out of here.
I turned and ran. I was scared and probably not myself, but it didn't matter. I went through the front door and to the right. I heard the police holler to me to stop, but I kept going and went to the back 40. Running across this long field I kept thinking about Azriel and that was my full to keep moving. The police's voices were getting further and further behind me but I never slowed down. Even after, I made it to the woods.
My wounds on my legs object this type of torture of running. They were bleeding again; feeling the slimy liquid on my skin rubbing onto my new pants. My head was pounding and lungs felt like they were going to burst. It didn't matter I kept going until I knew for a fact they weren't following me anymore.
I quit running knowing I was coming up to East Vienna Road. I didn't want to be on the road. I turned around to see if they were behind me. When I saw nothing behind me I sighed with relief. Then I fell to the ground and lost whatever strength I had and cried.
I just broke apart. I didn't know why I was crying. I hated my stepmother and her boyfriends. I always wanted to run away. I hated school and had no friends. I should be happy that she and Eric are gone, but I couldn't stop crying. It had to be my emotional state. Seeing dead bodies and being a suspect in the crime. Or, maybe I felt no one deserve to die that way. Who knows?
I don't know how long I sat there crying, I probably would still be there if it wasn't for the drops of rain bringing back to this life and not the one in my old home. I was a runaway suspect for murder. I had to grow up some. I can wallow in my pain or get up and go back to Azriel. He would know what to. Choosing Azriel I pulled myself up and headed east to Vassar Road to go down to get back on Wilson to cross the street to get to the woods over on the other side. Woods are thicker on the over side. Lame joke but it is true and closer to Irish Road.
After making it to the woods on the other side of Wilson I walked slowly hearing the sirens of the police cars and an ambulance in the distant. If I wasn't with Azriel I could be dead to. I should count my lucky stars. Maybe this is the way things should be. Not the murders suspect part, but the part where I am on my own to live my own life. That's right think on the brighter side.
By the time I got back to the hotel I was drenched from head to toe. I grabbed the knob of the door of this old fashion hotel that still uses keys and not cards, but dropped it. Now I felt the guilt of my action. If Azriel is found with me he will be guilty by association. I can't do that to him. He is a fallen and doesn't let people close to him so he can stay hidden in our world. He also helped me when no one else did and now I am bringing my problems to his door.
I fell and rest my back against the door only groaning from the slight sting. It felt better than the pain in my heart and soul. I bowed my head into my hands. I should leave. What type of lover am I to do this to him? Wait! Did I just think I am Azriel lover? Well I guess I sort of am, I guess.
"Don't guess, my sweet Kyle." I snapped my head up. Standing as soaked as myself was my fallen angel. He looked worried and tired like he aged ten years in one foul swoop. Has he been looking for me? Then I saw him nodded and walked towards me.
"I am so sorry. I just...I wanted...." I didn't know what to say. I was lost of words. Azriel offer me his hand and I grabbed it as he slowly pulled me up. The second his arms wrapped softely around me and my face against his wet chest I felt safe. He is my safe haven I thought as I wrapped my arms around him.
"As I should be. I should always make you feel safe." He whispered. I pulled back slightly and he loosens his grip around me.
"Reading minds is another special gift like talking to animals." I stated and smiled at him.
"Yes, my sweet Kyle. Does that bother you?" he looked concern. I lift my hand to his face.
"No it doesn't bother me, well, not much anyways. It is you and who you are. I will never be against who you are. Just don't think reading my mind gives you any right to use it to bend to you. Got it?" When Azriel smiled at me I knew without a doubt I belong here.
"As you always belong." He lend down and capture my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I drowned myself in the taste and passion of our kiss as the rain drowned out all of life except us.
Sorry for the wait. Been busy, but I finally finished chapter three. I really didn't know where to go with it so I hope you all liked it.