Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Please be gentle. Email- demitiriK@yahoo.com. I don't bite =]
Notes- I hope you enjoy this chapter. i didnt and i its to short to me. im growing bored of this story and might end it soon. but anyway send feedback please. It makes me feel better about my stores =]
"Christian." "Yes Jorge?" "Make me some dinner babe." "What would you like master?" "Um how about burgers?" "I'll call McDonalds and maybe Jason will come deliver."
Despite saying that with a cute smile at the end Jorge just looked at me with rage in his eyes. He was terribly jealous but I never understood why because I thought he knew I wasn't gonna go anywhere. As much as I hate Jorge I really do love that kid. "Not funny Chrissy." "Have a sense of humor!" "Sorry I don't find it funny when you make jokes about dating other men." "Where did I say anything about dating him?! All I said was... You know what nevermind. You're a fucking idiot."
Gosh I hate this feeling! The feeling that your trying to make something work between two people yet the opposite person is so stupid and stubborn. The feeling that no matter what you do and any mistakes you make that person is never going to forget them and will always hold them over your head. The feeling that you're fighting a losing war. Jorge tears me up on the inside but why can't he realize it? I'm hurting and it seems like he's just to dumb to notice or he's just stupid as fuck. I quickly walked into the kitchen and downed a flat can of pepsi. Flat soda tastes way better than that carbonated crap to me anyway. "Chrissy why are you so mad? Am I speaking the truth?" "You're speaking the truth? Are you mad man? How stupid can you be! Why can't you just trust me?!" "Because maybe you're too hooked on catching a guy's attention." "So Jorge let me get this right... I'm not doing anything wrong so therefore I am not to be trusted." "You seem to blind to understand what you're doing." "I don't get it. And I don't get you. So I'm just gonna take a walk."
At first walking slowly towards the back porch of his house and then sprinting down the street I had tears in my eyes the whole time. I will never properly get men and maybe I should just go back to women? No, they're much worse. Every thought under the sun was running through my head at this point. Am I stuck on flirting with guys? I don't see how that's true because the only guy I've flirted with, while with Jorge, was Jason and he's over me. The only thing that made sense was that he is completely jealous. And I needed to know why! Crouching down under a large tree for some shade I got my phone and dialed Jorge's phone. He picked up on first ring. "Why are you so jealous?" I said instantly. "Why do you act like you will leave me at any moment? I'm not jealous! I'm afraid Chris. I'm afraid that one day you're gonna find some guy that does all that sweet stuff, all that lovey dovey bullshit, treats you like a freaking queen of England and then leave me cold." "Jorge if I wanted to leave you I would have done it a long time ago. A sweet guy is nice at first but I want excitement in my life! I want a guy to grab my neck, throw me against the wall, and whisper dirty things in my ear. I want a guy who's a jerk and kinda rude, well as long as he doesn't cheat or beat on me that is. And Jorge with you that's what I get." "Then walk your ass to this fucking house." "I'll be there papi."
Eric sat quietly on Jason's large leather couch twirling his crimson red hair in his pale fingers while waiting for Eric to come back. He ran out to the store to get a few beers and some smokes so Eric obviously got bored and gave me a call. "Yes Eric." "Chris I need something to do." "You can always do me baby. I said with a chuckle. "Boy that sounds nice but no, I'm waiting for Jason to come back home." "Where did he go?" "Store for beers and cigarettes." "Eric you bitch you better not doing something stupid!" "Calm down mom! I won't do nothing!" "Well anyway what's he like?" "Jason is such a sweetheart! He went to his backyard and gave me a bunch of roses and tulips, he carried me all around his house on his back, he's so playful and carefree. Like a big little kid." "Damn that's cute!" "Yes but I have to go Chris he just came in the door!" "Bye!"
Weirdly Eric didn't hang up the phone he simply put it down and went to go greet Eric. I certainly wasn't going to hang up because I wanted to hear their conversation. "Jason are you drunk?" "Nah babe I ain't drunk! Just a little tipsy is all! Now give me a little kiss!" "Ew no! You're drunk and high I can smell it on your breath. That shit stinks!"
I heard Eric fall down on the phone and the sound of him kissing with Jason was faintly heard in the background. Between all the forced smooches I heard Eric trying his hardest to fight Jason off but the poor guy was too weak to put up a fight. "Take your clothes Eric!" "No get off me I wanna go home!" "Take them off now bitch!"
Wham! I heard Jason smack the holy hell out of Jason's face who then fell against the floor sobbing loudly. Even though I couldn't hear perfectly I know for a fact that I heard Jason stripping himself nude and then doing the same thing to Eric. "Jason don't do this to me. Please just let me go home and I'll forget this ever happened!" "No! You wanted yourself a little boyfriend like your sexy ass friend and now you got one baby!"
The sound disappeared. I pressed my phone to my ear so hard I thought it might get stuck in there but luckily nope! When the sound came back I heard the loud screams of Eric, Jason's uncontrollable moaning, and some slaps being shared between the two. "Jason let me go!"
At this point my bestfriend was in total pain but I didn't hang up or go to his rescue. He was fighitng Jason to the best of his ability but nothing was going to stop that mad man. I listened closely on the phone to my bestfriend getting raped. What kind of person am I?