Should you reading this? This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions between consenting males and if its illegal where you are then, don't do it! If someone says you cant and doesn't have a good reason however, then I quote my favourite author on this site, "Fuck Em" try it, you never know! I do occasionally use derogatory terminology in my work, and I apologize if this causes offence to anyone. It's not meant that way at all. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I get a little dyslexic at times.
No Control: Part 3
DANIEL
I smiled as I climbed the stairs to breakfast Saturday morning. I was always smiling these days it seemed. Mom and dad had picked up on it right away, and were more then happy to see the relationship me and Max were forming, as it made me happy. They had considered him a second son, even my protector, and loved him to begin with. I sat down at the breakfast bar and my mother turned from the stovetop and looked at me. "Morning lazy bones, bout time you rolled out of bed. Max didn't stay over last night?" I pouted exaggeratedly and said "No, he's at his dads now and wont be able to come over for a week. A whole week of sleeping alone!" My mother laughed and went back to flipping pancakes. My parents were well aware of my sexual exploits, and had met most of my boyfriends. They had no problem as long as I swore up and down that I was being safe, which I always was. "So, how is he in the sack?" My mother , ever nonchalant asked. One would think I would be taken aback by her bluntness, but she was just being herself, and I smiled and said "No idea." She did turn then and looked at me questioningly, her eyes asking for an explanation. "He wants to take things slow, and doesn't have much experience. So I'm letting him take the lead and we haven't so much as seen each other naked yet." My mother nodded and turned back to breakfast. "Well I respect him that much more then. And he's quite a catch... those muscles! Makes me wish I was young again." She sighed and put the pancakes onto a plate and slid it over to me. My dad walked in just then and I rolled my eyes. Not to sound creepy, but my dad was hot. I wasn't attracted to him, so don't get any weird ideas there, but he was definitely meeting all her 'needs'. He stood at 6'3" and worked out for three hours a day, and his body showed it. He strode over and patted my shoulder as he passed, and gave my mom a peck on the cheek. "Morning everyone. Max didn't sleep over?" I rolled my eyes and repeated the entire conversation (minus the sex talk). Despite it though, I loved my parents more then anyone else, and couldn't imagine anything better then sharing the day with them. Max was probably doing the same with his parents right now!
MAX
His fist flew into my face and I hit the floor hard. It really didn't hurt that much, and I could easily have taken the blow and stayed standing, but that would just piss him off more. "Sorry sir." I mumbled. "Sorry isn't fucking good enough. Don't ever forget to do something so important again." He stalked out of the barn and back to the house, and I waited until I was sure he was gone to get to my feet. Our largest horse came up and nuzzled my hand. It wasn't even 11am yet, but I had been awake since 5. Breakfast was to be on the table by the time everyone else woke up, and I had to feed the horses and get started on my chores if I was to have chance of getting them done in time to cook lunch. But I had forgotten something. Stupid stupid stupid. I thought the water trough was full enough, but I had misjudged and dad had seen it right away. I sombrely grabbed the water pails and walked to the tap that jutted from the ground about halfway between the house and the barn. There were four pails, each held about 25 litres of water. I filled all four up and then carried them all at once back to the barn. My strength wouldn't have been a mystery had someone seen me about my days work then. No workout in a gym could come close to what I had to do on a daily basis. I sighed as I poured the last of the pails into the trough; Just another day in paradise.
Monday rolled around and I stepped out of my dads car onto the school grounds, wincing slightly as I put weight on my broken toe. Dad had driven over it with the ATV loaded with cinderblocks, and I hadn't been allowed to see to it until that night. But the weekend was over, and I was back to the safe haven that school represented.
I marched in the usual doors and Alexis and Daniel were waiting for me, both were smiling. Daniels smile was decidedly brighter though and he looked like he wanted to jump me right there. I surprised him by walking up and giving him a kiss and a hug, then giving Alexis a hug as well. He stood there dumbfounded for a second then smiled at me. "What if someone saw that?" He looked a little nervous, despite the smile, and I tried to give him my best reassuring smile. "Well, someone did, and look, here comes our favourite person!" Cole and his cronies strode down the hallway, and he was smiling like he had just won the lottery. "Well, well, well. Looks like the faggots knight in shining armour has finally gone to the dark side. You two boyfriends now? How cute." I looked at Cole and glared. "Leave it alone Cole. Go find some ants to burn with your magnifying glass or something." He worked through the insult in his mind for a second, then eventually just decided to be insulted. He glanced around, making sure no teachers were near, then dove at my. He was, for once, faster then I expected and he drove me to the ground and began punching me in the ribs. Normally it wouldn't have hurt that much, but I had bruises running all along my ribcage from my dad, and each blow felt like a sledgehammer. I grabbed him by the neck and the crotch and threw him bodily against the wall and leapt to my feet. I started towards him crumpled form but heard a whimper from behind. One of Coles friends was holding Daniels arms and another was punching him in the stomach. I couldn't ever remember being that mad before. I brought my elbow down on one of the boys shoulders, then quickly stepped around Dan and wrapped a hand around the neck of the one holding him. I drew my fist back for a punch but a hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up into the principals face. Well fuck. How to explain this one? The principal grabbed my arm and turned and started walking towards the stairs that I knew would lead to his office. He quickly commanded all the people involved in the fight to follow him immediately, and not one of us questioned him.
DANIEL
I sat in the uncomfortable chair opposite the principal, Mr. Jackson, and stared at the floor. I had just finished telling him what had transpired, doing my best to put Max in a shining, protector-type of light, and was now more concerned with the soreness in my stomach. I had never been hit like that before, and lord did it hurt! I was dismissed and stood immediately, feeling terribly worried about how Max was, since he got hit a helluva lot harder then I did. I walked out of the office and Max stood immediately, no pain showing on his face at all as he helped me sit down. "Mr. Jackson called both our parents and told them what happened. Their on their way now." I said, leaning into him. I sensed something was wrong though, as he stiffened almost immediately. I looked at his face and it was a stony mask. "Daniel. Did they call my mom or my dad?" I was a little scared, neither his tone, or expression showed me what he was thinking at all. "Your dad, why?" Max had always been the strong silent type, and he had been a pinnacle of strength and protection for me. I had seen him tear a locker door off in my defence without so much as losing his grin. But now, his expression was alien to me. My hero, my knight, was afraid. No... that wasn't strong enough for what I saw in his eyes. He was terrified. He went slack in his chair and tears started to roll down his face. I didn't understand it, and I figured it must be because he hadn't told his dad he was gay. He knew now though, since the principal had told him that it was him kissing me that had started the whole debacle. I had never met Maxs dad, and he rarely spoke of him, but I figured it would be like most confrontations gay kids had when they came out to their parents. The child sure that they were doomed, and nothing but love and support from the parents in the end. I mean really, how bad could the man be? I tried to reassure Max of this, but all he did was mumble "You don't understand. You cant know." I didn't need to worry for long though before Maxs dad swept into the room. He immediately crouched in front of Max and gently checked him all over to make sure he was ok. "Im so glad your all right Max, your step mother and I were worried sick." He stood looked at the principal. "Is it ok if I take him home for the day? I think he needs some rest after all this." The principal smiled in answer to the mans honest caring of his son and nodded. I was smiling too until his dad looked at me in passing. His eyes were filled with so much hatred... so much rage. Then it was gone and he was all smiles again, and I was confident I had imagined it, and that Max was in good hands.
MAX
He didn't say a word. The entire drive home was silent. It took 45 minutes to get there, and not even the murmur of the radio broke the silence. He was going to kill me. Every kid has said that at some point, I know, but I mean it. He was going to kill me. End the life of his greatest disappointment like he always said he would someday. Why had I let my emotions get in the way? I had two months, TWO GODAMNED MONTHS and then I could have gotten away. But no, I was going to die within the hour. He pulled into the driveway and we both stepped out of the vehicle. He still said not a word, and we proceeded to enter the house. Not a sound was heard, and without a word I went to my room and closed the door quietly. I went and sat on my bed, then heard the sound I was dreading. click, click . The snaps on the gun case opened, and I could hear my dad start to load the magazine of his pistol from my room. I could have tried to run, and if you havent gone through what I have, you cant possibly understand the battle going on in my head. I had spent 18 long years under this mans shadow. 18 years of being told how worthless I was, how ugly I was, how I would never ever succeed or amount to anything. How I would go through life accomplishing nothing, and burdening all those around me with my presence. The worst part was; I believed it. But... there was something I hadn't foreseen. Something my brainwashed mind was still struggling to comprehend.
Daniel said I was handsome.
Surly he had better taste in guys then my dad. And if that was a lie, then how many other lies had my dad told me? Maybe I would be happy someday. Maybe I could amount to something. I made a decision then. I had to leave. Now. I heard the chair scrape away from the table, and heard footsteps coming towards my door. I looked to the window and the steel bars there told me there would be no escape that way. What then was I to do? The straight forward approach I guess. The door handle turned, and I charged.
DANIEL
Something was wrong. I felt generally uneasy. I was sitting in my parents living room with a pack of ice to my ribs, and we were all watching television. My dad and mom had both come to pick me up, and after assuring them I was fine and just needed some rest, we agreed to spend the day together watching TV and relaxing. But I felt... I didn't know. It was a strange sense that something somewhere was wrong. Maybe I should call Max and make sure everything went ok with his folks, just to make sure.
MAX
Before I got near him, the shot rang out. I felt something tear into my shoulder and a searing agony shot through my left arm. I kept going. I slammed into my dads stomach and we both tumbled to the floor, his gun flying off to the side. It was a vicious brawl, and my dad more then matched me in strength, but I was fighting for my life. Suddenly he was on top of me and his fists were connecting with my head repeatedly. My vision started to blur and blackness clouded the edge of my vision. I thought of giving up then, of just letting the blackness take me, I knew I would be able to rest there, and I was so tired all of a sudden. But... I would never see Daniel again. I would never get to feel his soft skin with my hand, or run my fingers through his perfect hair, or look into his dazzling blue eyes. And besides, Daniel said I was handsome. With all of my might, I rolled to the side and tried to toss my dad towards the nearest wall. To my surprise he actually did go towards the wall, but it was a short lived victory for me as he sprang to his feet, gun in hand once again.
DANIEL
Hmm. No answer. Maybe he was asleep, or at the hospital. A sudden image of his dads hate filled eyes caused me to cringe inside. I sent him a quick text, but it did nothing to ease my doubts. "Dad, do you want to come with me for a drive?"
MAX
BANG BANG Bang.
That searing agony... my left arm was no longer answering my brains call, and my chest felt tight. And my stomach... wow it hurt. I looked to my father and the world seemed to stand still. I wasn't walking away from this one. He had finally done it. And now it was over. But Daniel said I was handsome. No. Not over. I grabbed the edge of the china cabinet and tipped it over, providing me with some cover and something my dad would have to climb over to follow me. I ran, well hobbled, to the front door and grabbed the keys to my dads truck and then went for the door. I felt something hard connect with my back however and I turned to see my dad throw a piece of glass from the broken cabinet door at me. The first had hit my back and fallen to the floor, but this one connected solidly with my face. Everything to my right went dark, and pain erupted anew. He was still stuck behind the fallen cabinet and I knew I still had a chance. I opened the door and limped to the truck, quickly starting it and backing up, too far so that I ended up destroying a good portion of fencing, before peeling out of the driveway and down the range road that led to the highway. I made it! I was free... but... I was so tired. Blood was pouring from me, and the pain in my stomach was as intense as anything I had ever felt. I just had to get to... where was I going? Maybe I should sleep a little. Just close my eyes for a second and rest. It would be ok. Just needed to...rest.
DANIEL
I had no idea where Maxs dad lived, but I had a general idea. We drove along the main highway and I took pleasure in the comforting smile on my dads face as he bobbed his head to the radio. I was looking at the scenery a moment later when my dad piped up. "What is this idiot doing? Look at him, swerving all over the place! Must be drunk, maybe we should call him in." I looked over and saw a truck on the other side of the road noticeably swerving and going recklessly fast. As I watched it swerved to far to the right and disappeared from sight into the ditch. My dads reaction was immediate. He slammed on the breaks and turned into the small ditch separating the directional highway, and sped towards where the truck had disappeared. We drove carefully to where the tire treads disappeared off the road, and looked in horror. Had it been summer, the drunk man would have been dead for sure, as it was the snow had slowed him down enough for the truck to flip only once and come to a stop some 20 yards away. There was blood on the windshield. For years later I would remember that image. A bent and broken hand visible, hanging from a body I couldn't see, dripping blood onto a windshield.
My dad yelled at me to call the police, and ran towards the truck. I did and quickly told the woman where we were and what had happened, slowly following my dads footsteps. I noticed he had frozen in horror as he looked at the man inside, which I still couldn't see. I curiously took the last few steps, and when I looked inside, I felt my heart break. It was Max.
Bit of a short chapter I know, but I figured I'd be nice and not leave you all hanging on the last cliff hanger... so here's another one! Let me know your thoughts and opinions, I love getting emails. M-Davidson@hotmail.ca