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Alright, well this is my first attempt at writing this type of story for anyone other than myself. I hope you enjoy this story. If not, I will understand. Not everyone shares my interest so this may not be your cup of tea. I am willing to respond to any and all emails, good or bad. I would like to hear your thoughts. Let me know what you think. There are going to be breaks in this story which will take you from scene to scene. I tend to write in a format very similar to a screen play, just without the formality. I am not a writer that dwells on the miniscule details such as transporting yourself from one room to another. When you see this symbol "" the scene has changed. This story is also the first one where I am doing a complete change in point of view. When this symbol appears, "~~" , viewpoint has changed. If you have read my other story, you will know that I do my own editing. It will not be perfect, but I try. Please let me know what you think. Good or bad, I will be happy to receive it. I will respond when I can. Be advised, I will not edit my language. Teenagers nowadays speak graphically. The teenagers in my story will as well. With all that said, this is the end of my excerpt. Read and enjoy.
Never Forget Me-1 Micah Knows
I was finally returning to normal. It had taken me almost a year to get over what happened. I still felt like a part of me was dead, but it seemed as though I was going to be able to try and put my life back together. I will never forget the look on my friend's faces when I walked through the doors to school.
"Is that a smile?! Geordan Tatum Lysander is smiling guys!" My best friend Ryan said.
"Damn, I have missed that smile so much," my other best friend Matt said. All of my other friends chimed an agreement in unison.
"I just figured it's time to move on. No use wasting my life away being miserable." I said to them with a smile.
I guess by now you are all wondering what I'm referring to that has made me so miserable. Well, I, Geordan Tatum Lysander, was part of a duo for 16 years of my life. I was born on August 10, 1991, at 9:23 p.m. At 9:37 p.m. on August 10, 1991, another baby was born. His name was Gaylean Tyler Lysander, and he was my baby brother. We were identical twins, even to the point of having the same birth mark, and we were inseparable. Even as we started to grow up and develop our own interest, we were best friends. I knew absolutely everything about him and vice versa. He was the only person who knew I was gay.
I will never forget the day I came out to him. We were sitting in our game room at home. I had just dominated him at foosball, and we decided to just chill on the couch and watch some tv. It would just so happen that my favorite commercial, one with tons of half naked guys playing a game of football on the beach, was the first thing to pop up. I don't know why he did it, but he looked at me instead of the tv, and then he asked the question that I hoped would never be asked.
"Tate, are you gay?"
It was as if I was frozen in time. I couldn't speak or think. I just turned to him, and, with a stoic expression on my face, I nodded my head. He smiled at me his most radiant smile.
"Awesome, bro! Me too!"
My jaw literally hit the floor. I had known for years that I was gay, but I had never suspected that my twin brother was as well.
"Really?"
"Yes sir. Have known for a while now. This is so cool. We can check out guys together."
I laughed at that, and just like that we became closer. I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. My brother and I never once had sex. The thought kinda sickened me. We jerked off together once or twice, but kept our hands to ourselves. However, I did admire his body, just as he admired mine.
At 15, which is how old we were at the time, we were in the peak of our athleticism. We were both three sport athletes(me playing Baseball, tennis, and running track while he played football, basketball, and was a member of the cross country team), and we kept our bodies in tip top shape. Add that to the fact that we were both active members in PETA and avid vegans, you got the picture of young athletic men in perfect shape.
Just like our facial features, our bodies were identical. Perfectly sculpted pecs framed nickel-sized pink nipples. Immediately under the pecs started our abs. We were working our way towards having an eight pack, but we weren't quite there yet. Our torsos were a sharp V shape that lead to powerful legs, with strong calves and nice butts which were firm, plump, and perky thanks to countless amounts of squats. We developed our arms to be strong and lean. Neither of us wanted bulk. We wanted strength, and that was what we achieved. Our biceps and triceps were not huge, but they were strong and defined, as if carved in marble. Being that we lived in the country with our father in a house that very closely resembles Tara from Gone with the Wind, we had all the privacy we needed, so we would often sunbathe in the nude, which gave our bodies an all over golden tan. The only thing that people could use to tell us apart was found in our facial features, and even then, only 4 people in the world were able to use that. Our father, our grandmother, and our two best friends, Matt Buckley and Ryan Hunter, are the only people that picked up on our subtle difference.
Tyler and I never had trouble getting girlfriends, not that we wanted them, when it came to appearances. Our hair was naturally straw blonde, but being that we were in the sun so much, it had natural bleach blonde highlights. We both kept it at the same length, just to the bottom of our ears, and it was curly as hell. We constantly had a look like we had been swimming and let our hair air dry. We had nice full lips, that when closed looked to be in a constant pout, which were a luscious pink color that I had heard many people, boy and girl alike, say looked kissable. Those lips framed our teeth, which were perfectly straight thanks to years of braces for both of us and stunningly white thanks to good upkeep and a once a year zoom bleaching. We were fortunate enough to be able to avoid the teenage plague known as acne. I remember only ever getting one pimple, and even then it had only lasted about two days before it started to go away. Our nose and ears were in perfect proportion and gave our faces almost an eerie symmetrical appearance. Our jaw line was square and masculine, and being that we hit puberty pretty early, had a nice amount of facial hair on it. In order to keep up twin appearances, we shaved everyday to keep our facial hair in a chinstrap fashion. Our eye brows, like our facial hair, were just a shade darker than the hair on our heads, and we liked to keep them thick but groomed. Under our left eye, we had a small beauty mark, which even my dad said made us look like total studs. Our eyes were where you would be able to tell us apart. My eyes were an ice blue color, a blue so light it was almost translucent. Tyler's eyes, however, while also an icy and seemingly translucent color, were a light green. The variances in color were so minute that you had to spend a great deal of time looking into our eyes to be able to see the difference, which is why only 4 people could use that one against us.
I was just getting out of my truck when I noticed something wasn't right. Tyler's truck wasn't at home. That was weird. My baseball practice ended after his basketball practice, so he always beat me home. I called his cell phone, absentmindedly dancing to he ring back tone, and then I heard him pick up.
"Hello?" Tyler's voice said.
"Ty, bro, where ar-" I was cut off.
"Sike! This is the voicemail of the hot twin. Leave me a message. Love you."
I laughed at myself for not remembering his stupid voicemail prank.
"Tyler, bro, call me back. We are supposed to go to Syd's party tonight, but I need you to help me pick out something to wear. I'm going boy hunting." I laughed when I said that. "Call me back, Tyler. Love you."
I hung up the phone and went into the house. I knew immediately that something wasn't right. All of Tyler's shoes were gone from the hall closet. We always kept our shoes there because dad wouldn't let us walk on the white carpet with shoes on. That was strange. I called out for dad.
"Daddy! You home?"
"I'm right here son!" My dad called from the kitchen. I kicked off my sneakers and trotted to the kitchen.
My dad and our caretaker were in the kitchen cooking. I inhaled. "Lasagna? Daddy, you know I don't eat that."
"Eyes!" My dad called. I looked at him and he glanced at my eyes. "Geordan Tatum," my dad is the only person that uses my first name, but he calls both my brother and me by both our first and middle names, "I know you don't eat lasagna. I'm having a bit of a dinner party this evening, and my guest are Italian."
"Oh, okay. Well do you know where Ty's at?"
"He was here earlier. Has he gone?"
"Well, his truck isn't here. His shoes aren't in the hall closet either."
"Well I would certainly hope he wore shoes when he left." My dad chuckled.
"No, daddy, all of them are gone."
"That's strange. Did you call him?"
"Yeah. I got voicemail."
"Well, I'm sure it's nothing. He will call back soon enough. Will you do Billie a favor and take your brother's and your laundry to your rooms please?"
"Yes sir." I replied as I walked to my father and gave him the customary hug he always expected. He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my forehead. I grabbed Tyler's laundry basket and decided to take it first. I walked up the back stairs and reached his room. The door was slightly ajar, so I assumed I would be able to go in without hearing it from him later on tonight. I pushed the door open and dropped the laundry basket in horror.
On Tyler's wall, there was a message written. The words were so simple, but they changed my life forever. Above his bed, in what looked like blood, three words were written. "Never Forget Me." I panicked. I searched his drawers, they were empty. I searched his closet, it was empty. My twin, my brother, my best friend, he was gone.
That brings me back to this particular day at school. Two weeks from that day would mark a year since my brother's disappearance. My 17th birthday had just passed, and on that day I had resigned myself to living a life without my baby brother. So walking into school that day with a smile on my face was something my friends had not seen in a long, long time. Matt and Ryan quickly came over to me and hugged me close.
"I'm so glad you're smiling, Tatum. I've missed my best friend." Matt whispered in my ear.
I felt my heart flutter at those words. Feelings that had been dormant since my brother's disappearance came flooding back to me. All the love I felt for Matt was there in a heart beat. I was in love with him before, and realized that those feelings had not changed. I needed to tell him, but I didn't think that now would be the best time.
"Dude, share my bestie with me." Kelsey Phillips, the only girl I would consider a best friend, said as she pushed Matt and Ryan off of me.
She kissed me square on the lips. "I've missed your beautiful smile, baby cakes. Don't you dare make us see you frown anymore."
I smiled a little bigger when she said that. "I wouldn't dream of it, hot stuff."
"I gotta go. Bye guys. Bye Tate." Matt said, and then he walked, well ran really, away from us.
"What was that all about?" I asked Ryan who was looking after him.
"Oh nothing. Look, we really need to get to class Tatum. Chandler would love to see us in detention again. You know how much he hates us tennis players."
"True. Bye Kelce. I'll see ya later."
"Okay. Bye, Tate."
"Ah, Ryan, nice of you to join us." Mr. Chandler said. "You too, Tyler." He said with an evil smile. "Tatum I mean."
I felt anger rise in me, but I quickly quailed it. Mr. Chandler and I had this smack down a while ago. I didn't need to be suspended again. My dad had gone through enough.
Ryan and I sat down, and he nudged me. "Dude, way to keep your cool. I'm sorry he is such a prick."
"It's nothing man. I'm going to the spot later. Wanna go with me?"
"Naw man, I gotta meet my French tutor. If I don't get an A in my dad's class, he'll kill me, but he won't even help me learn the stuff at home. It's frustrating."
"Yeah, your dad is hard one. Ty was the only reason I passed that class."
"I wish he was here. I miss him so much man. We were supposed to go to Syd's party together." Ryan said as I saw a tear come to his eye. In case you missed it, Ryan and Tyler were dating. They had only officially been together for about 3 months, but Ryan took his disappearance almost as hard as me.
"I know man. Don't cry in class. Chandler would love that."
He looked at me, wiped his eye, and stared blankly ahead. I knew he was thinking about Tyler all through Mr. Chandler's lecture on The War of the Roses, but I didn't say anything to him. He keeps everything suppressed, and I needed to give him time to sort through stuff in his head when he was actually allowing himself to think about it.
The bell rang and we quickly packed up and exited the room. Matt was waiting by the door. We bumped fist and started heading to our second block class, Honors Advanced Art II, which specializes in clay. Ryan said bye as he walked towards his French class, and it was just Matt and me walking together towards art.
"So, are you and Kelce together?" Matt asked.
"Like, dating? Hell no. I could never date Kelce. She is like my sister man."
Matt smiled. "Good cause there is something I have been wanting to do ever since I saw you this morning."
"What ar..." I was cut off by Matt grabbing my face and planting his lips firmly on mine. I was so shocked I couldn't kiss back. I was just standing there letting him kiss me.
After a few moments of well deserved shock, fireworks started erupting in my head. I felt a throbbing in my groin. Kissing Matt was right. Kissing him was what I was supposed to be doing. That is exactly what I did, for about 5 minutes anyway. I stopped kissing him only when I felt someone staring at us. I pulled back and looked up into his eyes, he was slightly taller than me, and they glowed with intensity and passion.
"Wow," was all I could say.
He smiled at me, and my knees went a little weak. "Ditto."
"Who's that?" I said when I finally managed to look past his shoulder to see who was staring at us.
He released his hold of me and turned around. "Some new kid. Just showed up this morning. He was in Chem with me. Can't remember his name." I was looking at this new kid and couldn't figure out how he could forget his name. He was gorgeous! He looked like the type of guy that could make you scream in pleasure just by taking off his shirt. Then again, I always have been a sucker for guys with black hair and blue eyes. I could see his sky blues from across the hall.. He looked like he just walked straight off the cover of a football magazine. His chiseled jaw outlined with a sexy as hell five o'clock shadow. However, something about him made me feel extremely uneasy.
"You share a class with him, and you can't remember his name?"
"I was preoccupied with other thoughts, like seeing you smile this morning." He said when he turned back around.
I blushed. "Oh."
"Shit!" He said while looking at his watch. "We have got to get to class. Barker is gonna suspend me if I'm late again!" With that, Matt grabbed my hand and we rushed towards the art studio. I looked back over my shoulder and noticed the boy still staring at us. He was looking at our hands, and then he made eye contact with me. The smile that crossed his face made me shudder.
"So, is it true?" Callahan Embry, a sworn enemy of mine, asked as he walked over to me. I stopped spinning my clay on the wheel and stared at him.
"And what on Earth could you possibly mean, Cal?"
"You and Matt. Are y'all together Geordan?" That bastard! He was the only person other than my dad who used my first name, and he only did it to piss me off.
"I don't see how that is any of your concern, Callahan."
His eyes flashed some unreadable emotion. "None of my concern? Really, Tatum? There was a time when you told me everything. If you had told me a long time ago you were gay, we could have been together."
I guess a little back story is in order here. Callahan was the first friend I ever made, and he was, consequently, my first crush and my first kiss. I know what you're thinking, and you are completely wrong. I did not attack him on some playground and kiss him under the monkey bars. Our first kiss was during a little mindless game known as 7 minutes in heaven. When the bottle landed on Callahan, I about died. All of our friends were laughing, and Callahan was taking it all in stride. He pulled me up from the floor and announced to the room, "Come on lover boy! Let's get down!"
Everyone laughed as Callahan led me to the closet. Once inside, with the door shut securely, I started talking.
"Look, this game is stupid. I don't plan on kissing you, man."
"What if I planned on kissing you?"
"Ha ha ha, funny."
I no sooner got the words out when Callahan pulled my face towards his and started kissing me. Being in the 7th grade, and at the time, experiencing for the first time someone's tongue enter my mouth, I not only got hard, but I blew my load right then and there. I was embarrassed, and that pissed me off. I pushed Cal away from me and punched him in the face.
"Fuck you Callahan!" I said as I opened the door. I slammed it in his face, grabbed Tyler by the arm, and continued walking out of the house. That was the last time Callahan and I shared friendly words.
"What do you mean we could have been together?" I asked with no effort to hide the annoyance in my voice.
"What do you think I mean, Tatum? I want to be with you!" Callahan said.
"Yeah, and I want to get ran over by a car." I replied, my voice thick with annoyance.
"Damnit! I love you, Tatum!" Callahan said as he grabbed me by the face and pulled me into a fierce kiss. It was rough, and his stubble from his perpetual five o'clock shadow scratched my chin. The thing that unnerved me is that unlike my kiss with Matt, I instantly kissed Callahan back. That is, until Matt pulled him off of me.
"Callahan, if you ever touch him again, I swear I will fucking kill you!" Matt screamed as he pushed Callahan against the wall by the neck.
Callahan smiled and winked at me. "Well, all I gotta say is his tongue was in my mouth and not vice versa."
Matt punched him square in the face, and Callahan's nose started bleeding. "Fucker!" Matt said as he let him crumple against the wall. He came over to me and took my face in his hands. "Are you okay?"
I pushed his hands off of my face and glared at him. "I'm not some little girl that needs to be protected, Matt. I didn't need your help with Cal before and I don't need it now. What gave you the right to do what you just did?"
"He was kissing you. You're mine."
"Wrong, Matt! I am no ones property. You should never have hit him! I'm somewhat disgusted with you. I don't want to talk to you right now." With that said, I took off my apron and went to ask Ms. Barker if I could go to the restroom. When she gave me my pass, I quickly stepped into the hall and pulled out my phone.
"Hello?"
"Daddy, can you call up to the office? I need to go home."
"Everything okay, son?"
"Not really. I don't feel to good."
"Alright. I will make the call. When you get home can you help Constance clean up. I'm having a dinner party tonight. Call your brother and..." He trailed off. Dad was still not dealing with the Tyler's disappearance. Every time he sees me, he still says eyes before we talk. He is always telling me to get Tyler's laundry. I'm worried about him. I don't know if he is like me or not, but I think he might be able to sense that Tyler is still out there somewhere, too.
"I'll help Constance, daddy. I love you. Thanks."
"I love you, too."
My dad hung up the phone, and I turned back around to walk into class. I looked at Matt, he was sitting back in front of his wheel again, aimlessly shaping a vase. I looked at Callahan, he had some tissue stuffed in his nose and was working on coils for what looked like a pitcher of some sort. They both looked up and smiled at me, I simply stared blankly ahead as I returned to my wheel to collect my things. Matt started to stand up, and I held my hand out towards him. "You have done enough for today." When I said that, Callahan started laughing. "You aren't in any better shape, so I don't know what you're laughing about."
Right when I finished, the intercom announced that I was to leave school for the day. I walked out of the room, and towards the main entrance of the building. When I turned the corner to walk to the attendance window, that boy was there again. He was giving me the same smile. I was about to say something to him, and then I heard my name being called.
"Tatum!" I turned around and saw Shelly Peterson run towards me.
"What is it Shelly?" I asked.
"You left this in Ms. Barker's room."
I looked at it and realized it was my sketchbook. "Oh, thanks. I haven't seen this in a while though. You sure I left it in there?"
"I found it in the kiln room. I assumed you dropped it. You coming to my party this weekend?"
"You know I'm there. Kelce is riding with me."
"Awesome! I'll text you the details later."
"Cool."
I quickly gathered my pass from the attendance clerk, and walked out to my truck. I sat in the driver's seat and began flipping through my sketches. I never was able to get over the fact of how talented an artist I was. I know that sounds conceited, but I was truly gifted. More so in drawing and painting, but in sculpture as well. My bedroom wall was adorned in not only athletic trophies, but also artistic awards and personal pieces that I adored.
I was flipping through the pages when I got to one I didn't recognize. I was looking at perfectly drawn picture of myself. It looked almost like a black and white photograph. Then, I glanced at it closer and realized that it wasn't entirely black and white. The eyes were colored in. I gazed at it for a few more seconds before I realized that I wasn't looking at a picture of myself. The eyes were green; I was looking at Tyler. The only problem was, I didn't draw it. I don't know who did, but it was exquisite. Every detail was perfect, right down to the color of his eyes. I felt a tear in my eye, and I wiped it away. I tore the picture from my sketchbook and placed in the seat next to me. It was going to be framed and hung in my room. I didn't care what anyone thought.
When I got home, freshly framed portrait of Ty in my hands, I found Constance in the family room.
"Hey, Constance. Daddy wants me to help you with the cleaning for tonight. What else needs to be done?"
He looked at me and smiled. "I have it under control, sir. This is the last room I have to tend to. Your assistance is greatly appreciated but not necessary. Besides, there is a marathon of those movies you so love on, and I just finished making you popcorn. The viewing screen is already down and the movies should be starting in about ten minutes or so."
I beamed at him. "The Nightmare movies are on?" He nodded. "Constance! You are the best! I'll make sure Daddy gives you a big Christmas bonus this year."
"No need. He does that enough." The way Constance said sounded a little suggestive.
"What do you mean?"
He simply smiled. "Nothing, dear boy. Run up to your room and change into viewing clothes. If the movies start before you return, I will pause them."
As I walked up to my room, I couldn't help but think there was a double meaning to what Constance said about my father. I had no idea what it was, but that didn't stop me from being curious.
I had just pulled on some sweat pants and was reaching for a t shirt when my phone vibrated.
Text Message
Matt Buckley
Matt: Where did you go? You aren't sick are you?
Me: I'm at home.
Matt: Are you mad at me? :(
Me: Yes I am. You had no right to hit Cal. He had just as much right to kiss me as you did, and I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself.
Matt: You don't understand! I love you, Tatum!
Me: And I think I love you, too, Matt, but we need to get some things squared away. First, we aren't together, and I'm not sure we will be, so you let me handle my own affairs. Second, don't say you love me, even if you want to. We aren't in a relationship, nor have we been, so those feelings aren't real. Third, this whole Callahan thing has thrown me for a loop. I need time to sort everything out.
Matt: I mean I guess... It's not what I want, but you haven't given me much choice, have you?
Me: No. Now I'm off to watch some movies. Later.
I had just thrown my phone on my bed when it vibrated again. "Damnit, Matt! Leave me alone!"
Text Message
770-555-5555
"Who the hell is this?" I said to myself.
Unknown: It's not safe for you where you are. You need to leave.
Me: Who the hell is this?
Unknown: You need to leave!
Me: Fuck off!
I threw my phone back on my bed and walked downstairs without a shirt. I was too flustered to worry myself with the little things. When I got to the viewing room, Constance had paused the movie at the beginning and had left me a note.
My Dearest Boy
I have gone to meet some people for lunch.
Tell your father that Billie will be by later to
make dinner for his guest. I will not be in tonight.
Enjoy your carnage.
Constance
A small shiver ran up my spine. I never liked being in the house alone. Lysander Manor, as my father named it, is an old house. It has been kept up and exquisitely maintained, but old houses have a mind all their own. The noises it makes unnerve me. So, I hesitantly reached for the remote, and scrolled through the screen until I found the play button.
I was watching the first installment of A Nightmare on Elm Street when I thought I heard a strange noise outside. I quickly paused the movie, right as Freddy was half way through stalking Heather in her house, and listened intently. Right as I was reaching for the remote to un-pause it, I heard it again. Footsteps. I went into self-preservation mode. I knew someone had to be in the house The footsteps were coming from upstairs, but who? Constance was gone, and Billie wasn't here yet. Surely it couldn't be my father, he would have joined me in watching our favorite movies. I quickly ran to my father's study and grabbed his fire poker. I proceeded towards the kitchen.
As soon as I entered the room, I heard the noise again. Someone was opening doors, now. I slowly began walking up the back stairs. Someone was in my house, and I was going to get to the bottom of it. As I ascended the staircase, the noise was becoming more frequent and getting closer. It was now or never. I got to the top and looked around. No one was there. I turned around and proceeded to walk back downstairs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed when a hand touched my shoulder.
~*~
I was not pleased when Tatum replied to my warning. He needed to know it wasn't safe for him where he was, but he did not know me well enough for me to outright warn him about the perpetrators. He surely would never believe me. Hell, had I not overheard the phone conversation, I wouldn't believe it myself. After all, I am the new kid in school. I don't know what's going on yet, but everyone tells me that Tatum is an untouchable. He needed to be protected then, but I had no way of letting him know without him thinking I was crazy.
I was sitting in my room contemplating what had just happened when my mother yelled for me. "Micah! We are going out to dinner son! Your father left you some money on the kitchen table! We will be late, don't wait up!"
Yay! Another night by myself in this new town. They thought Georgia would be a nice change of scenery for me. Help me change my old ways. So far it had, but that was only because I hadn't made myself available yet. Sleeping around was my biggest hobby, and my parents despised it. Countless times back home in Seattle, the would walk in and find me banging some chick in the front hall or getting slammed by some guy in the kitchen. I am very sexually active, and I know it makes my parents uncomfortable, but it makes me happy. After all, ever since my nanny and her husband showed me what sex was when I was 4, it is the only way people have ever been able to love me.
I decided it was time for me to get some ass. However, in this cowpoke town, all I had encountered were hot guys. Not a damn piece of fine pussy anywhere. At least, not up to my standards. I guess I would have to settle with fucking guys. The always did know how to really get my rocks off anyway, so I wasn't too upset by it. `Hmm, who can I get to fuck me in this town?' I thought to myself.
I walked downstairs and spotted the money my dad had left me. `Perfect! I can seduce the pizza guy!'
I placed my order, and then sat down to watch a little television. A Nightmare on Elm Street was on, so I figured I would sit back and enjoy some 80's hotties getting carved to bits. About the time when good ol Johnny Depp is getting sucked into his bed, there is a knock on the door. `Yes! Pizza's here! Time for some action!'
I walked to the door, and opened it with my most seductive smile. I was disappointed. Nobody was there. I yelled out from my front porch. "Ding Dong Ditch? Seriously? Whoever you are, grow the fuck up!"
I slammed the door and walked back into the living room, just in time to see a fountain of blood erupting from Mr. Depp's bed. Special effects were so life like back then. A little while later, once the movie was over, I noticed that the pizza had still not arrived. I was starving for something other than pizza, so I was pissed. I quickly called the place.
"Giorgio's! How may I help you?"
"Yeah, I called and ordered a pizza about an hour and a half ago and it still isn't here yet."
"What is your name, sir?"
"Micah Prescott."
"Sir, our records show that your delivery was dispatched forty five minutes ago. Our driver has not returned yet, but he sent record the pizza was delivered. I am sorry. There is nothing we can do." With that, the bitch hung up on me.
They were for damn sure never getting my business again. Right as I was walking back to the living room, my phone rang.
"Prescott residence. Micah speaking."
"Yes sir, this is the driver from Giorgio's. I was just wondering if you could give me directions to your house. I'm a bit lost."
"Sorry, I'm new to this area. I have no idea how to get here from anywhere other than a few places."
"Well, would you mind staying on the line with me until I get there?"
"I don't suppose so."
"Alright, so why did y'all move here?"
"My parents way of trying to change who I am."
"And what is that?"
"I don't believe I know you enough to inform you of that."
"Oh, come on. I'm curious. You sound really hot, it has to be dark and mysterious. I'm interested."
"Did you just say I sound hot?"
"You do. I just want to ram my cock down your throat."
I got a hard on instantly. "Excuse me?"
"I want to ram my juicy cock down your throat. I want to watch you suck it until I cum."
"And how do you know I would enjoy that?"
"Because, Micah, you would be stroking your dick if you didn't."
I almost dropped the phone. "How did you know?"
"I just assumed you were. Staggered breathing and all."
"Oh...o..okay."
"You sound a little nervous, Micah. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good. Cause I want you eager for me when I get there."
"Where are you anyway?"
"I'm not really sure."
"Then how do you know you'll get here."
"Intuition."
I was beginning to get nervous. "Well, I need to go. If you could please hurry up. I'm hungry."
"Come on, Don't hang up on me. I don't like to drive in silence."
"Well, that's what the radio's for. Bye." I hung up the phone. I had to admit to myself that guy got me pretty hot and bothered. I walked back into the living room to see that another Freddy movie was playing. I just settled down into the couch when the phone rang again.
"Prescott Residence. Micah speaking."
"Ah, Micah! Good to hear from you again. My cock is awaiting your mouth!"
"Listen, dude, can you just deliver the pizza? I'll tip you and everything. Just deliver it."
"Oh my, someone is testy. Tisk Tisk Micah."
"Bye!"
"Don't hang up..." I cut him off by clicking end on the phone. The sexual comments he kept making were no longer exciting me. I would just have to wait until I met some people to have sex. I wasn't going to do it with that creep. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I called from the hallway.
"Delivery!" The man on the other side called.
I opened the door. I screamed.
"Dude, what's your deal?"
"Why are you wearing a mask?"
"It's always sorta been my thing. Gives the customers an unexpected thrill."
"Well, can I have my pizza?"
"Here you go sir. Now do I get my tip?" He asked while grabbing his crotch.
"Sure." I made it look like I was going to grab his dick, and then I pulled his hand towards mine and placed enough money for the pizza and a five dollar tip.
I then retreated into the house and slammed the door in his face. I took the pizza into the kitchen and placed it on the counter. When I opened it to take the first slice out, I screamed. There was a severed hand in the box. I started to panic. I was just reaching for the phone when it rang, which caused me to scream more.
"P..Prescott Res...Residence. M..Micah sp..speaking."
"Ah, Micah Micah Micah. There are quite a few things you have done wrong in this situation."
"Wh..what do y..you w...want?"
"You should never scream when you find something gruesome. You should appreciate it. After all, you do have an obsession with the human body."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because Micah, you did something that I don't like."
"I didn't do nothing' mister. I promise."
"Oh dear boy, you did. That is beside the point. You should also never entertain someone whom you don't know over the phone. They could be anyone. In fact, the could also be anywhere."
"Wh..what do you mean?"
"Well, Micah, why don't you walk out back and see for yourself."
I slowly walked to the back door, and unlocked it. When I walked outside, I wanted to throw up. Laying on the back patio was the body of young man wearing a uniform with the word Giorgio's written on the front of the shirt. He was missing a hand and his throat was slit. There was blood everywhere.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why, Micah? Well, let me sum it up for you. I am ridding the world of some people who take life's little things for granted."
"I don't take anything for granted."
"Wrong again, dear boy. There is however one thing you forgot to do a little earlier."
Stepping back into the house and quickly locking the dead bolt, I started to run towards the living room. "What's that?"
"You forgot to lock the front door."
I stood in the hallway terrified. I looked at the front door and realized he was right. The dead bolt was in the unlocked position. I panicked. I ran to the front door, and twisted the lock. I turned around and ran into the living room. I locked all the windows and pulled all the blinds closed. I heard yelling coming from the phone that I had absentmindedly dropped to the floor.
I picked it up and placed it to my ear. "Micah, I have but one question, and your life may be spared. Why do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Wrong answer."
The line went dead.
I dropped the phone and went on a mad dash for my bedroom. I quickly ran inside and locked the door. I pushed my dresser in front of it, and then went for my phone at the bedside table. I hit talk, but I got no dial tone. The phone was dead. I panicked. I looked for my cell phone, but I realized that it was in the kitchen in my bag. I was thinking if I should go back down and get it. I just started pushing my dresser out of the way when I heard a sound coming from under my bed. I hesitantly approached it.
When I got to the side of it, I dropped to my knees. I slowly reached for the bed skirt. My hand was trembling. I got a firm grasp of the cloth and pulled it upwards. My eyes were tightly clenched. I was terrified. When I opened them, I sighed in relief. The only thing under my bed was my vibrator, and it was going off which is what made that sound. I chuckled to myself and turned it off.
I went to get up off the floor when my closet door flew open. Suddenly, I was pushed back down to the floor.
"Micah, it's time, darlin'. Are you ready to repent?"
"Repent what?"
"Your sexual activities."
"What do you mean?"
"It's time to come clean. Confess everything now. You won't be alive much longer."
"I have nothing to confess. My sex life is my sex life."
He turned me over and punched me in the face.
"Wrong dear boy! Your sex life affects many people!"
He punched me again. "Why are you doing this?"
He punched me again. This time I spit up blood. "You must confess!"
"I've done nothing wrong!" He punched me again. I was becoming disoriented.
I reached up and pulled off his mask. "Confess!"
"You! I knew you were doing this! Why are you doing this to me?!"
His eyes started glowing and his appearance started shifting. "You need to confess this!"
I was staring at his shifting appearance. "What...what are you?"
"I am the end!"
He punched me one more time. I felt a tooth dislodge. "Please, don't do this."
"I have no choice. Repent or die!"
"Repent what?!"
He glared at me through his glowing eyes. He lifted me in his arms and grasped my head. "Wrong answer."
The last thing I remember is thinking about my parents. My last thought was about my love for them. I felt my head being twisted. Everything went dark.
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Author's Note
Well, this is definitely a different one for me. I've always wanted to write a slasher story, but never thought I would be able to for anything other than my own enjoyment. I hope you liked the first chapter of this story. I may or may not continue. Of course, like most stories I write, there will be a sexual aspect to this one. However, it will not come until much later. Anyone who is familiar with the slasher genre knows that with sex comes death. That may or may not be the case with this story. However, there is a twist with this one. If I get any positive feedback with this one, I may continue writing it. If not, probably not. I really hope y'all enjoy it. I love anyone who reads my stories, and I enjoy hearing from my readers. Let me know what you think.
If you like my style of writing, you may enjoy my other story. It's called Secret Admirer, and it is drastically different from this story.
It is found in the Gay/High School section.
Thank you so much. I love you guys! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays <3 ZK