14"Now remember children, if any person, especially an adult touches you in any way that makes you feel uncomfortable, you possibly could become the victim of sexual abuse. It is not an often occurrence, but, if you find yourself in the situation, please contact an adult immediately."
"But why would we want to trust adults if they usually are the ones to do this in the first place?"
"Brian Kinney, not all adults are bad people!"
"I thought you, being one yourself, would realize that they are. You're not married, are you Miss Crane? Why not?"
"Because I haven't found the right person yet. This is none of yours, or the classes' business."
"You haven't found the right person because there are no good people left, Miss Crane. Ok I lie. There is a MINIMAL amount, but we are slowly decreasing to shit."
"For a boy of fifteen Mr. Kinney, you are extremely cynical."
"And you, Miss Crane, for a woman of your age, you are extremely naïve."
He unlocked the door to the loft and quietly tiptoed in. His breathing occurred in short, abrupt rasps of breath, almost as if clutching onto whatever oxygen he could blindly cling to. In reality, his chest and ribs ached from firstly the impact of the wall, then secondly the hard kick to the ribs.
Brian crept over to the bed where the sleeping body of Justin lay, enveloped in white sheets. Brian then leant over and watched his lover sleep with a look of pure, untainted innocence engraved into his face. Sunshine.
For a second he contemplated slowly reaching over and touching the boy, but as he began to extend his arm to do so, Justin stirred a little.
"Brian? I have the best news." He mumbled in his sleep.
Brian quickly retracted his hand and entered the bathroom, shutting the door to shut out the rest of the world. He stood at the basin and stared, wide eyed like a deer in the headlights, into the mirror. Fucking top job, Boys! His hair fell into his eyes as they searched around and located the small grazes on the left side of his face then moving across to the bruise on the right side of his jaw where he was punched.
As he stood there, staring, his face suddenly began to turn dark and his eyes gradually blackened. Was is good for you, sugar?
Astonished at the metamorphosis of his face in the mirror, he instantly scurried backwards from it, his back meeting the wall. He looked down at his dirt covered and bloodied grey top and immediately ripped it off and threw it across the bathroom as if it was the central source of leprosy.
His breathing sped up again, this time he found it impossible to re catch his breath to return it to whatever fucked up type of regularity it was before.
He turned on the water knob of the shower and jumped in, still wearing his black pants, and allowed himself to slide down the wall.
He sat there, his head against the wall, the water trickling down his face and body in tiny rivers.
Dear Mr. Kinney,
We would like to congratulate you on your excellence in receiving a severe beating (and just that bit extra!). You have now proven yourself worthy to be accepted as a treasured member of our organization. We watched the entire event from grand opening to the triumphant finale, oh and that encore kick in the ribs…BRILLIANT! What we loved most of all was how you didn't fight back, and how you laughed through your fear, just so the men wouldn't see it. Genius Mr. Kinney. Pure Genius!
Consider this your acceptance letter, we are thrilled to have you on board.
Regards,
The Wimp-Assed Faggot Association. (The W.A.F.A)
The water in the shower had finally run cold. Brian opened his eyes and assessed his surroundings, reaching the conclusion that he had passed out. Fuck!
He quickly cleaned himself up, strangely not feeling tired at all. Leaving the bathroom, he passed the bedroom area, listening to Justin's soft, regulated breathing as he approached the couch and sat on it. He faced the wall and continuously stared at nothing in particular. Never happened. No one will know. Brian Kinney will never break. Ever.
Kessy Kate: Of course there's more! Glad you like it, hun:)
Josie: Thanks a million!
Sango - Kadie: Thankyou so much! wow...that's so flattering! I'm speechless! TheresSOME pairing in this, but the story isn't really focused on it. xx