Ronnie (Chapter 6)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction depicting teenage males in romantic and/or sexual positions and activity. The people depicted in this story may or may not really exist (many characters may have distant ties to the memories of my past).
If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your area is) you must leave. If you find this material offensive, you should not be reading this story. If you choose to continue . . . you have been warned, and I trust you to make your own wise choices.
I received several new messages after chapter five. A couple were very heart-felt and let me know that this effort is helping. If anyone finds just a few moments of hope or comfort as a result of this work, I am forever grateful and fulfilled. I only wish there was something like this out there for me when I was a teenager.
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Previously . . .
Tears jumped from my eyes as I blinked rapidly in an attempt to retrieve them. I tried to say something, but could not manage it. I stood and turned to the doorway intent upon going to my room. I got to the door and turned back to Mom. She was humming a simple tune. I looked at her and knew this was the time.
(FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMMITTOHELL! Why do I do this to myself!!!!)
I drew in a breath pushing back the fear, "Mom . . .I . . . umm. I'm . . umm . . ."
"You're what baby?"
"Mom, I'm g . gay!"
"I know baby . . . I know!"
HOLY SHIT!
Chapter Six
I couldn't believe this. How in the fuck can so many people see inside my deepest darkest secret! What am I? A screaming queen or something? This is the most unbelievable thing in my life. Here I thought I had this dark foreboding life and family-changing secret - but every fucking body I know already knows - SHIT . . . I just figured this shit out today! I may as well jump off a bridge or something - this is way too fucked-up for me . . . I can't take anymore SHIT in one day . . .I'm gonna go insane right here in the middle of the kitchen . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Wha . . . how??? . . . . . How could you know that?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh, honey," Momma said as she held her arms out for me again. I returned to my safe haven and she accepted me there and just let the tears come. She whispered softly and petted and stroked my hair and let me cry and cry.
I was so relieved I had finally mastered one of my greatest fears and survived. I imagine to anyone walking in on the scene would have figured I had just lost it, but these were tears of relief that were years in the damning.
When I could finally get myself back under control, and the sobbing had all but abated, I lifted my head from her lap and looked at her with a million questions. Funny thing about Mom's, most of the time you don't even have to say a thing - they can just read you like a book. This was one of those times.
"Baby," she cooed. "You are not obvious to just anybody. But I know you better then you know yourself. Your father and I have talked about this day for a couple of years now. We hoped you would trust us enough to come to us. If it came to it, we would not have let you go away without knowing that you are loved."
"Y. you mean D.D. . Dad already knows?" I stiffened and was preparing for the other shoe to drop - or more likely to be shoved up my ass.
"He suspects," she said matter of factly. "But, honey have you ever heard your father berate anyone who is different from others? Have you ever heard him be unkind or unfriendly to anyone? You know he doesn't meet anyone he doesn't like. You don't something like your sexual orientation could drive you out of his heart do you? Seriously honey, I know how difficult this must be for you right now, but we see this as just part of you becoming a man and choosing your own way in life."
"Mom, I didn't choose this!" I said as a stray tear fell down my cheek. "Who would choose to live a life of fear and torment? Who would choose to be so different that to mention it means you could get your head bashed in - and make people hate you instantly?"
"Well, it might not be a choice in the fact that you are who you are - but it is a choice in telling others and being true to yourself about it all." Damn, why is it she's always right? "Why don't you go on upstairs and get yourself together and I will let you know when dinner's ready." I nodded in agreement. Once again I got up and headed for the bedroom.
"Mom, do we have to say anything to Dad tonight?" I asked.
"Honey, you will know when to tell your father. That is when you should do so - not until then. You will have to, because he will need to hear it from you. I will be here for you and will help you - but you will need to tell him this yourself."
"Right," I said simply. This time I did head upstairs, stripped off all my clothes except those hot briefs of Ronnie's that I still wore. I slipped my hands inside and began stroking myself. I pealed the underwear off and pulled them to my face - I could still smell his essence, that dark musky odor of a pubescent boy. I could smell me too - even more intoxicating. It was as if we were together again. Just a few more tugs and I blew all over my chest, some even landing on my face. As my breathing calmed and returned to a more normal pace, I traced my finger through my cum and sucked it into my mouth. Umm, so delicious - not as sweet as Ronnie - but God was it good.
Yesterday I wouldn't even think of putting that in my mouth, today I am addicted. I pulled the blanked up to my chin and went almost instantly into the deepest sleep I have had in a very long, long time.
The next two weeks went by horribly slowly. True to her word, I was grounded for two weeks. I didn't complain or mope around too much (some mopping is required in order to remain any self-respect as a teenager), because I really considered this light punishment. But two weeks is a LONG time! Ronnie too was grounded for two weeks, so was Mike. The only one who wasn't in trouble was Nellie. Mom let him come over a few times to hang with Mike - but Ronnie and I could only see one another at school and practice.
Our school was so small that there wasn't really any practical way to slip off and steal any time alone. The whole place was a buzz for a few days about what could have happened and why Ronnie was in the Senior High cafeteria that Monday. I didn't expect anyone had a clue - because we were both so out-goingly sports oriented. We had fooled everyone else but our families for so long now, I didn't think anyone would have a reason to put things together - us together.
At least we weren't grounded from the phone, so Ronnie and I would talk for hours at night on the phone. I always wondered what silly girls could ever imagine talking about for sooo loonnnggg on the phone before. I was the get-in/get-out kinda guy. I actually hated talking on the phone. Usually, if I wanted to talk to someone, I would just go over to their house. If they called, I would just tell them to hang up and I would be right over. This time I had no choice - and I discovered a whole new world!
I really found out so much about him this way that would probably have taken months in person. If we had been together we would no doubt been lip-locked most of the time (at the very least lip-locked). But since we were forced to communicate, we grew closer. Each day I found out more and more of what he thought, and what made him Ronnie. The more I knew, the more I loved him.
I was sure of it now. I was in love with Ronnie Webster. He was funny, caring, compassionate, athletic, interesting, very beautiful, definitely gay, and obviously taken with me. We hadn't used the "L" word again since that afternoon in his room, and actually he had never said it - but I could feel it. I wasn't going to force it though; I figured it would mean more when he said it on his own accord.
One night after dinner Ronnie called and I went up to our room and closed the door so we could talk in privacy. I still had so many questions, but I didn't want to force Ronnie into going into places in his heart that he wasn't ready to open yet. I figured a few gentle probes would be enough to get him to open up, or let me know if he was ready. This relationship thing was all still pretty new to me. I never had a girl friend before so there was no reference material there; and I as thought about it, I never even had a real best friend before either - I mean Mike was really the only one I have ever really counted on - and though we hadn't made a big deal about it, we considered each other to be best friends; kind of a non verbal commitment. Too, I have never had a boyfriend before either, so you see I had to just figure this out as I went along.
"Ronnie," I asked when we came to a natural pause in our conversation, "Do you remember when Mike found you that first day?"
Silence.
"Well, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want too" I said.
"N. .no," he said quietly, "It's okay. I just don't like to think about it is all . . . I mean . . . things could've gotten so ugly then . . ."
"You're right! All the more reason why let's change the subject," I offered.
"No, Andy, I need to tell you something."
Silence.
"Andy?"
"Oh . . . umm . . . yea, I'm sorry - I was just holding my breath," I whispered.
"Andy, your not the first boy I have been with," he revealed, I could sense the hesitation and anxiety in his voice.
"Mike told me he walked in on you and Nelson last year," I confessed. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"N . .No . . . yes . . . I mean, there isn't much to say really."
"Dude . . . you were like . . . blowing your brother!" I said.
"Well, yea . . . but it wasn't like . . . oh shit - I told you this was hard to talk about."
"Ronnie," I said in as reassuring voice as I knew how to muster, "Noting you can say will ever change our friendship. I know I'm not your first . . lov. . friend, but we are friends now . . that's what is important now - we're friends and friends trust, respect and suport each other."
We both were silent for a few moments. I guess I pushed him too hard. It's tough to know how to know where the balance is - being an adult is harder than it's worth sometimes.
"I've known I'm gay for as long as I can remember," he started. "I've always been curious about what other boys looked like and have watched boys doing everything. Girls never have interested me. This is more than just pre-adolescent fear of the opposite sex - I just have never been interested in girls, period. Nelson is four years older than me and has always treated me like we're the same - he never talks down to me, never just picks a fight with me or nothing.
"So, one day I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to talk to Nelson about this - so I waited until he came home from soccer practice so we could talk.
Bur when he came home he was crying and went straight to his room and shut the door. I knocked and asked him what was wrong, but he just yelled to go away - he never yells at me so I knew something was wrong. I just went in and sat on is bed beside him. He was still crying, I could hear him, but I could tell he didn't want me to know.
"I just crawled up beside him and laid my head on his back and stayed there with him. We didn't talk for a long time. Finally he turned over and let me lay on his chest - we did that a lot. He was playing with my hair and I was kinda rubbing his chest a little with my right hand.
"What was it you wanted Sport?" he asked. I already was getting a boner just laying there feeling his heart beating and him playing with my hair.
"I like being here with you Nellie," I said.
"Me too Sport."
"No, I mean I really like being here with you," I said. I sat up and put his hand on my hard-on. He didn't jerk away, just kinda pressed firmly and left his hand where I put it. "Does that mean I'm gay?"
"Mike started crying and pulled me into a hug. He said, "I don't know Sport, I just don't know. If it does, then we must both be that way." He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was huge . . . huge and hard, and hot!
"Things just sorta went on auto-pilot. I started rubbing his cock, then I undid his jeans so I could get to it better. I lifted his tee shirt and he pulled it over his head. He started pulling down his jeans and underwear while I rolled over and shucked my clothes. We had seen each other naked a thousand times before, but never like this. I reached out and grabbed his cock - it was so big I could barely get my hand around it. I never knew a dick could get so big. It was also hot! There was clear stuff leaking from the piss hole. I laughed and told him he pissed himself. He said it was precum.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "that comes out first, then if you keep on jacking me like that, white stuff comes out - that's cum."
"Umm . . sounds fun!" I said and I kept stroking him.
"He pulled me over on top of him and made me put my butt over his face. I didn't really understand what he wanted and was about to argue with him when he reached up and took my dick in his mouth. I almost died right there on top of him. I couldn't believe how exciting it felt. His mouth was so incredibly warm and wet, and his tongue was going back and forth all over my dick - I couldn't believe it!
"I looked down and there in front of my face was his gorgeous dick. The precum (as he called it) was running down the side. I couldn't resist - I reached out and licked it with my tongue. It was sweet and salty all at the same time. I wanted more, so I did what he did and took his dick in my mouth. I've heard about sucking cock and blowjobs, but I never really thought people did it - I thought it was just an insult you gave someone to be the ultimate slam.
"It felt so good in my mouth, so natural. I could feel the vein on the side of his dick with my tongue and mouth. It was like every ridge and bump of his cock was like a road map and I was finding my way home. I knew this was what it was I always wanted to know about boys - this was it - sucking dick.
"Mike was going hard at my dick and I could feel this incredible tingling in my balls and starting up my cock. I thought I was about to pee in his mouth and tried to pull away from him. He just held on to my ass harder and wouldn't let me go. He started sucking harder and moving his head faster and faster. I was subconsciously doing the same thing to him. All of a sudden we both came into each other's mouths at the same time. I have never climaxed before and this was blowing me away - literally! I felt him erupt in my mouth with this glob of salty gue. I realized it was his cum and started swallowing and swallowing. I suddenly wanted more. Some was leaking out of my lips and running down my chin. There was way more then I could handle, but I just kept sucking and sucking.
"Then it was over. It was the most incredible thing ever in my life. I collapsed on top of him and we were breathing hard. I didn't really know what had happened, but I loved every millisecond of it - I didn't ever want to move from this place for the rest of my life. There was no noise, only our breathing. Funny thing was it almost sounded like there were three of us breathing hard . . . that's when we heard . . . "Oh my God . . . !"
"Both of us jumped straight up and pulled at the blanket to cover ourselves. I thought we were alone, and I knew Mom was working in the yard - besides she NEVER barges in on us. It was a guy, a stranger - at least to me. I was trembling and scared shitless. Nelson was trying to put on his pants and generally spazing out. He seemed to know who it was - his new friend, Mike.
"Mike seemed cool about it though, I mean he didn't start yelling or nothing. I heard him say we were 'Hot!' He went downstairs to wait for Nellie to get dressed. Before he left he said, "Don't worry, Nellie, I wont tell anyone."
"After he left, Nellie looked over at me and asked if I was okay. I shook my head because I was still too shocked to talk.
"I have to go talk to him Ronnie. He's my best friend in the whole world - besides you, or he was . . . he probably hates me now." He had his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.
"Is this who you were crying about when you came home?" I asked.
"Yes. I wanted to get closer to him. I hoped he might be gay too."
"Well, Nellie, if he's really your friend then he won't hate you for what we did. I was afraid to talk to you."
"I hope you're right," he said. He got up and finished putting on his clothes and turned to leave. He stopped and looked back at me and said. "Ronnie, that was the first time for me - it was incredible - the most incredible experience of my life. I love you Ronnie . . . I love you, but we can't do this anymore . . . I couldn't stand it if sex got in the way of you being my friend."
"I cried, but he was right. We're brothers, it would never work. I nodded to him that it was okay and he left. I rolled over and covered myself in his blanket and cried myself to sleep.
There was silence on the phone. I was horny as hell listening to the story. It was more intense than when Mike told me. I had pulled down my sweats and was jerking off while he told me. By the time he got to the end I shot a load all over my chest and pubes. My breathing probably gave me away.
"Dude . . .did you just whack off over the phone?" Ronnie said.
"Yea, I guess you had me all worked up," I said sheepishly. "So, what happened next?"
"Well, it was hard not having sex with him again, but he still let me come in his room. Sometimes he let's me sleep with him. He taught me how to jack off - but wouldn't do it with me after that. He's been cool about the whole thing though - he says I'm a sex fiend and pervert because I always ask him to suck me - or let me suck him."
"Wow," was all I could think of to say. We fell silent again for a long moment. Then, "Ronnie, has there been anyone else?"
"I knew you would wonder that," he said. "I ought to be mad - but I guess you have a right to know - no, Andy. Nellie said I should save myself for the one. I asked him how I would know when I find him.
"He giggled and slugged me, "How the hell do I know that you twit?!"
"So, no - there isn't anyone else - just you."
I let out a long slow breath of relief. I know that he didn't even know me before, and that I couldn't be jealous of a relationship he had before he knew I existed - but just the though of him in someone else's arms was upsetting. I know he heard the relief coming through the phone.
"Wanna know what I'm doing right now?" I asked rather coyly.
"What."
"Eating my own cum off my chest!"
"Wicked!"
It sure was hard to hang up and go to sleep that night, but somehow we managed. It was still five more days until we were un-grounded. We could hardly wait. The worst part was that Mom said she wasn't lifting the grounding until Monday - after the weekend Monday! Life sucks sometimes.
On the last Friday we had to endure societal banishment, we had a very difficult time concealing our excitement at school. We met early for track practice (Mike had to drive me because I couldn't drive of course - but wait . . If we're both grounded, why does he git to drive and not me? Mental note: discuss fairness with Mom). Coach left Friday for free-run day; that meant we had to run at least six miles choosing one of four predefined routes. We had to run with a partner - our choice (how sweet!). Naturally, Ronnie and I chose to run together.
We chose route three. So, naturally half the team did too it appeared; we had to maintain our pace and couldn't do much. Just being close to him was exciting though. Actually, running together proved to be quite a challenge as both of us are competitors. We agreed to push one another and not let the other have any untoward edge. By the time we got back to the school, we were spent. Showers next - now this will be interesting!
We both loitered a bit and held back as long as possible without being obvious. Seeing that there was only two others left in the showers, I nodded toward the showers and Ronnie immediately understood. We had managed to swap around until we had lockers next to one another. Both of us slipped out of our workout clothes, grabbed towels and headed for the showers. Normally very modest, I was more daring with the boy I love by my side, so I slung my towel around my neck and headed down the corridor, leaving Ronnie gawking at my backside with his chin nearly on the ground. Eventually he regained his composure and caught me just before rounding the corner. He reached out and patted me rather affectionately on the rump and said, "Mmm . . . nice butt!"
I jumped and gave him a "What the hell" look and pushed him into the shower. We found two showerheads side by side and started the water. The other two boys left, both seniors, looking at us and scowling as they walked out.
I washed my hair first hoping I could have more time to watch Ronnie with the water glistening off his hard, lean body. I decided that he didn't have a tan line. Funny that I hadn't noticed this before, but of course I did have other things on my mind the last time I saw him naked. I watched, mesmerized by his sexy form, as he soaped himself and washed the sweat and road grime off. The water beading up on his permanent tan was intoxicating.
I wanted to push him down and run my mouth and tongue all over him. Thinking like this got me hard almost instantly, just imagining myself to have my freedom with this delicious specimen before me. I must have zoned out, because I realized that he was smiling and watching me watch him. I blushed and said, "I can't help it," an almost whining voice, then with a lower more sexy tone "You're just so sexy!" Ronnie's smile went blank and I felt a presence behind me.
I turned suddenly and there standing in the doorway was the two seniors that had just left the shower. They were dressed in their gym shorts, no shirts, but had on their running shoes.
"Well, well, well!" said the bigger of the two, I think his name is Roger. "What have we here - a couple of little faggots I see." He took two menacing steps forward.
"Shut up!" I yelled. My erection wilted immediately at the sight of the intruders. (I should be getting used to people walking in on me by now!) "Who's the faggot here? Me because I'm showering after a run, or the near adult seniors ogling a couple of underclassmen?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I glanced over my shoulder at Ronnie who had turned off his shower and was moving toward his towel.
"Who you calling faggot you little weenie!" The big guy said as he closed the gap between us and jabbed me hard with his index finger in the hollow of my shoulder. I winced backward a bit at the jab, but quickly squared back to my opponent. I wasn't about to yield to this kind of assault.
"What were you two doing in here, huh?" He questioned, continuing to jab. I think you two were about to blow each other . . . . (jab) . . . What do you think Gene?" he asked glancing quickly at his buddy. I think if anyone . . . (jab) . . gets a blowjob . . . (jab) . . . around here . . . (jab) . . . it's gonna be me and ol' Genie baby here . . . (jab). What you think, Gene?" (jab)
By this time Gene had made it into the shower area and had the water turned off. I was standing facing Roger while freezing and breathing as hard as if I had already been in a fight. I was furious and scared shitless at the same time. I had been beaten up many times before, that wasn't anything too terribly new for me - but this was about me and Ronnie - these two were not going to stop . . . I knew I wouldn't suck them off - bite them off was more like it . . .but what was I going to do for Ronnie . . .how was I going to get him out of this? I had to think of something quick.
"Look guys," I said, my mind reeling at lightening pace, "let the kid go." I motioned at Ronnie with my head and nodded toward the door. "He doesn't need this shit, he's just a junior higher and if you start anything with him Coach will have you off the team." They glanced at each other.
I took the time to look straight at Ronnie. "Go." I commanded. The tone in my voice gave him no room for argument. I looked very intently into his eyes hoping against hope he could read my mind. I desperately wanted Ronnie to go find Mike, and quick!
Ronnie hesitated, I could see the terror in his eyes. He wanted to run, but wasn't going to leave me in this mess alone. This was no damn time for chivalry.
"Get out of here you little eighth-grade punk!" I said with as much hatred in my voice as I could muster, "Go on and run home to you BROTHER you little shit."
At first there was a confused, hurt look on his face - he remained silent and unmoving. Then - thank God - I saw the light of understanding ping on behind his eyes. Tears were now falling as he spun toward the door and sprinted out of the shower. Roger and Gene made a move toward him, but Ronnie was too fast and agile, and he escaped their grasps. (Relief)
"Little shit!" Roger yelled toward him. He spun back toward me, but I was ready for him by then.
While he was trying to reach Ronnie I moved into position behind him. I was about to get the ass-kicking of my life, but I was going to go down defending my Ronnie. As Roger turned I swung as hard as I could toward his face with my right hand. I have been playing football and every other sport for years and knew how to pack a punch. I connected just below his left eye and could feel the skin tear under my blow. He went sprawling backwards and splattered down on his ass on the water-covered floor. He had dazed look of unbelief on his face. I could see blood starting to leak from his face under his eye.
Gene grabbed my by the shoulder and swung me around taking a calculated swing at the same time. I had anticipate noise from the comic relief section - so when I felt his hand on my shoulder, I ducked backwards toward the floor and kicked upward with all my might - intent on driving his nuts all the way into next Friday. I connected squarely with my target, and like Rogers face, I could feel the damage inflicted by my bare foot in his most private place. He went down like a ton of bricks. I didn't anticipate too much more trouble from him, as he seemed to be off the tag-team for a while.
Roger had regained his bearing now and suddenly was on top of me, pounding the shit out of me. He was cussing and throwing punches faster than I could count, or counter. He flipped me onto my back and was sitting on my chest pummeling me with both fists in the face. I couldn't feel my face anymore, but I could taste the blood in my mouth and could feel it running down my throat. He grabbed my by the hair, bounced my head on the floor then pulled my face forward and up off the floor. Somehow during the time he was wailing on me, or before he jumped me from behind, he had lost his gym shorts. He held his now engorge member in his left hand and was pointing it at my face.
"I'm ready for my blowjob now fag-boy," he leaned forward and lunged his prick in my face, smearing it all over my lips and face. "It ought to taste better now with the blood and all." I was conscious enough to spit a mouthful of blood at him. He slammed my head down on the tile floor by my hair and backhanded me with his other.
"Do that again and I'll knock your teeth down that pretty throat of yours you faggot!" he screamed and hit me square in the face again. "And if you're thinking of biting me," he seethed, "you'll not ever forget this day as long as you live!" At this he placed both hands on my face and banged my head against the floor for emphasis with each syllable - as - long - as - you - live!
The room was spinning out of control and I could feel myself slipping away.
I remember wondering if this is how it felt to die. God, I prayed, this is it and I'm all alone - at least you didn't let Ronnie get killed with me.
I know that I deserved some sort of punishment for this sickness, but I really didn't consider God would kill me over it - so much for figuring God out! At least He stopped the pain halfway through the assault. The rest just was more collateral damage I guess. God - is Ronnie safe?
Strangely enough I remembered the time that kid knocked me out in class. That had been because he caught me staring at another boy across the room. The teacher had arranged the room so we were in a simi-circle. I had been watching him and fantasizing about being close to him for weeks - completely un-noticed because I could see him, but he couldn't see me. I guess I forgot that with the new seating arrangement I should be more discrete. By the time I figured out how stupid I had been, the other boy was giggling and staring big-eyed back at me, and whispering to the girls on either side of him. They were all staring and laughing at me. Then the teacher called me to the blackboard to work out a problem when she decided it was time for her smoke break.
Considering the fact that this perv on top of me was thrashing me for a look I was giving a boy, and my earlier out-of-body experience, it only made sense that God had decided that this gay boy had ogled boys long enough. I remember thinking that dead would be better than blind - at least I would be over the gay thing. I just hope it happens before he puts that nasty thing in my mouth.
I felt the pressure of his vulgar penis at my pursed and swollen lips, still in my semi consciousness I refused to grant him access to my self. He slammed my head down one more time, then I felt him moving off me slightly. I was confused - surely he wasn't going to give up this easy. But no sooner then I felt the relief of the pressure on my chest did I realize what he wanted. He flipped me over on my stomach.
"Alright," he growled, his breathing now rapid and exaggerated, "You want to be a tough guy - I'll show you tough. I'm gonna fuck your faggot brains out you bitch." He lifted my ass in the air. I felt him push himself between my legs and line himself up. His cock was now pressing at my anus demanding entry.
I was thinking, "God, it shouldn't be this way. He shouldn't be allowed. Please God, you saved Ronnie, I don't care if you let him kill me, but please don't let him do this."
In the struggle my head was turned toward the shower door, but Roger had one hand pressing firmly between my shoulder blades smashing my face into the tile floor. His legs and knees were keeping me from any struggle with my legs, and my arms felt paralyzed somehow. I was just passing from consciousness when I saw movement in the doorway.
"YOU BASTARD," Mike yelled as he went flying through the air. Roger never really knew what hit him. Mike launched himself like a linebacker straight at Roger's head knocking him several feet way from me. I could faintly hear the sweet sound of Mike beating the ever-loving shit out of him. Yes! My white knight just in time!
Someone was hovering over me. I felt soft trembling hands gently turning me over. I heard a gasp of horror.
"Oh my God! Someone call an ambulance - NELSON, GO CALL AN AMBULANCE NOW!"
It was my angel . . . it was Ronnie. He did it, he went for help! I can let go now, I'm not alone . . . . . . . then I felt myself slipping into darkness.
I told you wouldn't like some of the characters! What about that brother? - Gotta love him. Thanks again for taking the time to read, hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to talk about this. Sorry to leave you on such a down note, I will post chapter seven by the weekend - I promise! boyzheart@hotmail.com
-Andy