It started with nothing
Chapter 7: Angry father, part two, Turned on lover, part one.
I felt his hands on my body as we danced.
He pressed me even closer to him, even though I thought it wasn’t even possible anymore. My hands were playing with his hair. I let out a desperate moan, he took a chance and let his tongue gently slid to my mouth. It was all too much. But I needed more. I was burning with desire. I could feel it. I wanted him. I wanted him so, so bad. It was hot. He was hot. And I could feel my body temperature rise at his every next touch. Every cell in my body was prepared to give in to him. And I knew that….
I woke up on my bed shaking and sweating. My lungs didn’t seem like working, or at least I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Oh my God. This has to stop. Now. I can’t just run all over New Jersey, or New York, pretending I’m not interested in him. That was the truth. I wanted him, and the fact that he was my girlfriend’s father didn’t change much. Actually it didn’t change a thing. I didn’t care.
The worse part of that was – I didn’t want me to want him. I didn’t want to be interested in him, or any guy, for that matter. Not that there was anything bad about being gay. It’s just not how I wanted my life to be. All I ever wanted to was to get a girl, fall in love with her, marry her and have children with her. No drama. No hiding. No pretending.
Another part of that that I was scared of was – My family or majority of friends would never ever accept me if found out that I’m gay. They would throw me away. Like a broken toy. And I’m not talking about my friends from school, I guess they wouldn’t mind. It’s about family friends. The ones you are supposed to be friends with, because of your mother or father love their parents. Or because it’s for business.
And we get here to the next part I had problem with. My father would make my life Hell. Not only that, he would kick me out. He would cut off all my financial sources, all my credit cards, and for sure he would ruin my reputation. I would never be able to get a proper and well paid job. No good university would want me to attend. I would be nothing. With no place to live and nothing to eat. For the rest of my life.
I glanced over to my phone to look at the time. It was 7:40pm, I must have fallen asleep while watching TV in order to calm myself a bit. I ran my hand through my hair and hissed in pain. Both, my arm and my head, were badly bruised. Actually I think my arm might be broken again. It feels the same way like these previous eight times. Yep, I counted them. On the other hand, my head won’t be that bad, I was bleeding a bit, but the bleeding stopped itself after like fifteen minutes, now it’s only swollen and hurts like a bitch.
My fingers wandered across the painful spot in my hair. It wasn’t big, no stiches needed for sure.
In my thoughts I went back to Amelia and how Dean said I should have sex with her. Uhmm, I don’t think she would mind though. She has been signalizing something a while now. But do I really want to do this? And then my mind found Mr. Way, how hot he looked it that office wearing black suite, green tie matching his hazel eyes. Oh, damn I had to do it.
I picked up my phone from a pillow and started texting.
To: Amelia
Time: 19:51
Amelia, I was just wondering, would u mind if we take our thing onto the next level?
She responded almost right away.
From: Amelia
Time: 19:52
Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?
To: Amelia
Time: 19:53
If what you’re thinking of begins with S then yes. Ugh I really wasn’t comfortable having this conversation.
From: Amelia
Time: 19:54
Finally, I thought you’ll never get the message.
To: Amelia
Time: 19:55
Well, I did … so?
From: Amelia
Time: 19:56
Sure I’d love to, listen I’m going to text you tomorrow about that, I gotta go now.
After that we said our goodbyes and I sighed, well that went smoothly. Actually maybe too much. An I didn’t know why I felt that way.
*
So, it was Wednesday and that meant one thing – I had to rot in this office for four hours again, trying not to glace over Gerard’s office to look how he’s working. Uhm, I definitely wasn’t doing that before I just said it.
I was working on some shit presentation about… I don’t even know. Money? Uhmmm, company’s something-with-money. Really nice wording, huh?
While ‘working’ I was frequently checking my phone, if I didn’t miss a text from Amalia. She said she’d text me today, she wasn’t at school at all. She had some doctor thing going on. I don’t now really.
Sometime through the halfway of my prison hours I started to wish I’d bring my headphones with me. I could have been listening to music while working and I wouldn’t have be bothered by the fucking printer, and it’s completely mind fucking and annoying noises.
Somewhere between me going nuts and PowerPoint shutting down over and over again, I received a text from Amelia. Fuck, finally!
From: Amelia
Time: 16:09
So, I’ve been to see my doctor, she gave me pills… well u know what I mean, right?
Eh well to be honest, I really didn’t believe those things. I would rather have my future childless for another 10 years, thanks so much for asking.
To: Amelia
Time: 16:11
Alright, but I would really be more comfortable with a con-
And that’s when I’ve been interrupted. Just guess by who.
“Frank, how’s the work doing… wait are you texting?” Mr. Way said angrily. Oh no.
“Eh no, I just wanted to know what time is it.” I lied. He looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Frank, all computers have time on main panel. Give it to me.” And with that last sentence of his, he roughly took the phone from my hands. OH FUCK. HOLLY SHIT. I didn’t leave the messages.
He frowned a bit as he read, I could see the moment he realized. About a thousand of emotions crossed his face and then the only emotion that stayed there was anger. Well that is an understatement, he was fucking livid.
Gerard took me way too roughly by my bruised arm. I had to held myself from crying out in pain. He dragged me all the way across the office through doors and then to the, thankfully empty, bathroom.
When we were there he pinned me against a wall, his face furiously red, killing stare in his eyes.
“If you ever touch my little girl like that I am going to fucking skin you alive and then kill you, I swear to God.” He spat to my face.
“Open your fucking eyes, she’s not so little anymore!” I angrily replied back.
“You won’t talk like this to me!” He said almost shouting.
“She is my daughter, and she’s way too young to being treated like shit and fucking around with some idiotic teenage asshole!”
“Are you even listening to yourself, Gerard?! What the fuck is wrong with you!” I felt my heartbeat increase in very unhealthy way, that didn’t sign anything good.
“I know guys your age! The only thing you want is fuck, and you don’t give a shit about the girl!” Gerard shouted tightening his grip on my arm. I cried out of pain this time and somehow managed to free myself out.
“Yeah,I fucking don’t wish anything else, that’s exactly why I’ve been dating her for fucking months now!” I spat back at him.
“Of course you don’t fucking care! What have you been doing in that club then, huh?! You’ve been searching for somebody to fuck! It was written all over your fucking face!”
I couldn’t believe it. I stared at him for a moment, that wasn’t true of course, and now all of this was suddenly MY FUCKING FAULT?!
“Shut the fuck up, you spineless bastard! I’m not the one who’s married in here! You shouldn’t have been there in the first place! Definitely not alone, not hitting on random clearly underage guys! You’re the one who fucked this all up! I just wanted to get so shitfaced I wouldn’t know my name! I gave in to you!” I shouted at him from all my strength that I had left.
I didn’t see his fist flying through the air in my direction. That was until I felt it on my eye. What the fuck?! HE FUCKING HIT ME.
I was just thinking about hitting him back but I was interrupted by his lips crashing to mine.
Oh my God, is this really happening? I was dreaming about it for months now. I knew I should have push him away, slap him in his fucking face, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
So instead of that, I pulled him even closer, biting his lip and tangling my fingers in his hair. He let out a desperate and very loud moan, I took my chance and slid my tongue in his mouth. He, in reaction to my acting, pushed me to the wall even harder. This time it was me who let out a moan.
I could feel him smirk against my lips, as he worked his way through my clothes. His hands were exploring my body under my shirt. He loosed my tie, shoved my collar away from my neck and started kissing and biting hard down my neck. Oh, shit. He was really good at this. I could feel myself getting excited in certain places. And by his behavior, he could feel it too.
He loosened his grip on my body and moved it again to my arm, as he dragged me to one of the stalls and locked it behind us. Then we continued our little make out session. I could feel his hand moving in direction of my crotch. Damn. I wasn’t expecting that. He started to palm me through my jeans and I moaned like a little cheap guy whore. What the hell is wrong with me?!
Gerard just smirked and attacked my lips again to shut my mouth up. I could feel myself slowly reaching my high, when someone walked it the bathroom.
“Eh, hello? Is somebody here?” Gerard immediately stopped, horrified look in his eyes, clearly thinking about our options. Then he motioned me to be quiet, made himself presentable and carefully walked out of the stall.
“Gerard? Are you okay? There were some weird noises.” The person said.
“Yeah I think I’m good now, I just wasn’t feeling very well.” He said with slightly raspy voice.
“Well, you look like Hell, Gerard.” Pfff. Hell? He looked like fucking walking Heaven to me.
“Uh, thanks, Phil. Let’s go I think I’m good for now.” And after that they both walked out of bathroom.
I gave it a little time before I walked out from the stall and attempted to make myself look representatively. I took a deep breath and walk out of bathroom. But before I had a chance to walk away I was approached by man with jet black hair.
“First off, don’t think even for a minute that this meant something, got it? Definitely not to me. Second, don’t you dare to touch my daughter. Third, you can go home now. Fourth … You should scream at me for often.” And before I fully processed what he just said, Gerard was gone.
He pressed me even closer to him, even though I thought it wasn’t even possible anymore. My hands were playing with his hair. I let out a desperate moan, he took a chance and let his tongue gently slid to my mouth. It was all too much. But I needed more. I was burning with desire. I could feel it. I wanted him. I wanted him so, so bad. It was hot. He was hot. And I could feel my body temperature rise at his every next touch. Every cell in my body was prepared to give in to him. And I knew that….
I woke up on my bed shaking and sweating. My lungs didn’t seem like working, or at least I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Oh my God. This has to stop. Now. I can’t just run all over New Jersey, or New York, pretending I’m not interested in him. That was the truth. I wanted him, and the fact that he was my girlfriend’s father didn’t change much. Actually it didn’t change a thing. I didn’t care.
The worse part of that was – I didn’t want me to want him. I didn’t want to be interested in him, or any guy, for that matter. Not that there was anything bad about being gay. It’s just not how I wanted my life to be. All I ever wanted to was to get a girl, fall in love with her, marry her and have children with her. No drama. No hiding. No pretending.
Another part of that that I was scared of was – My family or majority of friends would never ever accept me if found out that I’m gay. They would throw me away. Like a broken toy. And I’m not talking about my friends from school, I guess they wouldn’t mind. It’s about family friends. The ones you are supposed to be friends with, because of your mother or father love their parents. Or because it’s for business.
And we get here to the next part I had problem with. My father would make my life Hell. Not only that, he would kick me out. He would cut off all my financial sources, all my credit cards, and for sure he would ruin my reputation. I would never be able to get a proper and well paid job. No good university would want me to attend. I would be nothing. With no place to live and nothing to eat. For the rest of my life.
I glanced over to my phone to look at the time. It was 7:40pm, I must have fallen asleep while watching TV in order to calm myself a bit. I ran my hand through my hair and hissed in pain. Both, my arm and my head, were badly bruised. Actually I think my arm might be broken again. It feels the same way like these previous eight times. Yep, I counted them. On the other hand, my head won’t be that bad, I was bleeding a bit, but the bleeding stopped itself after like fifteen minutes, now it’s only swollen and hurts like a bitch.
My fingers wandered across the painful spot in my hair. It wasn’t big, no stiches needed for sure.
In my thoughts I went back to Amelia and how Dean said I should have sex with her. Uhmm, I don’t think she would mind though. She has been signalizing something a while now. But do I really want to do this? And then my mind found Mr. Way, how hot he looked it that office wearing black suite, green tie matching his hazel eyes. Oh, damn I had to do it.
I picked up my phone from a pillow and started texting.
To: Amelia
Time: 19:51
Amelia, I was just wondering, would u mind if we take our thing onto the next level?
She responded almost right away.
From: Amelia
Time: 19:52
Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?
To: Amelia
Time: 19:53
If what you’re thinking of begins with S then yes. Ugh I really wasn’t comfortable having this conversation.
From: Amelia
Time: 19:54
Finally, I thought you’ll never get the message.
To: Amelia
Time: 19:55
Well, I did … so?
From: Amelia
Time: 19:56
Sure I’d love to, listen I’m going to text you tomorrow about that, I gotta go now.
After that we said our goodbyes and I sighed, well that went smoothly. Actually maybe too much. An I didn’t know why I felt that way.
*
So, it was Wednesday and that meant one thing – I had to rot in this office for four hours again, trying not to glace over Gerard’s office to look how he’s working. Uhm, I definitely wasn’t doing that before I just said it.
I was working on some shit presentation about… I don’t even know. Money? Uhmmm, company’s something-with-money. Really nice wording, huh?
While ‘working’ I was frequently checking my phone, if I didn’t miss a text from Amalia. She said she’d text me today, she wasn’t at school at all. She had some doctor thing going on. I don’t now really.
Sometime through the halfway of my prison hours I started to wish I’d bring my headphones with me. I could have been listening to music while working and I wouldn’t have be bothered by the fucking printer, and it’s completely mind fucking and annoying noises.
Somewhere between me going nuts and PowerPoint shutting down over and over again, I received a text from Amelia. Fuck, finally!
From: Amelia
Time: 16:09
So, I’ve been to see my doctor, she gave me pills… well u know what I mean, right?
Eh well to be honest, I really didn’t believe those things. I would rather have my future childless for another 10 years, thanks so much for asking.
To: Amelia
Time: 16:11
Alright, but I would really be more comfortable with a con-
And that’s when I’ve been interrupted. Just guess by who.
“Frank, how’s the work doing… wait are you texting?” Mr. Way said angrily. Oh no.
“Eh no, I just wanted to know what time is it.” I lied. He looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Frank, all computers have time on main panel. Give it to me.” And with that last sentence of his, he roughly took the phone from my hands. OH FUCK. HOLLY SHIT. I didn’t leave the messages.
He frowned a bit as he read, I could see the moment he realized. About a thousand of emotions crossed his face and then the only emotion that stayed there was anger. Well that is an understatement, he was fucking livid.
Gerard took me way too roughly by my bruised arm. I had to held myself from crying out in pain. He dragged me all the way across the office through doors and then to the, thankfully empty, bathroom.
When we were there he pinned me against a wall, his face furiously red, killing stare in his eyes.
“If you ever touch my little girl like that I am going to fucking skin you alive and then kill you, I swear to God.” He spat to my face.
“Open your fucking eyes, she’s not so little anymore!” I angrily replied back.
“You won’t talk like this to me!” He said almost shouting.
“She is my daughter, and she’s way too young to being treated like shit and fucking around with some idiotic teenage asshole!”
“Are you even listening to yourself, Gerard?! What the fuck is wrong with you!” I felt my heartbeat increase in very unhealthy way, that didn’t sign anything good.
“I know guys your age! The only thing you want is fuck, and you don’t give a shit about the girl!” Gerard shouted tightening his grip on my arm. I cried out of pain this time and somehow managed to free myself out.
“Yeah,I fucking don’t wish anything else, that’s exactly why I’ve been dating her for fucking months now!” I spat back at him.
“Of course you don’t fucking care! What have you been doing in that club then, huh?! You’ve been searching for somebody to fuck! It was written all over your fucking face!”
I couldn’t believe it. I stared at him for a moment, that wasn’t true of course, and now all of this was suddenly MY FUCKING FAULT?!
“Shut the fuck up, you spineless bastard! I’m not the one who’s married in here! You shouldn’t have been there in the first place! Definitely not alone, not hitting on random clearly underage guys! You’re the one who fucked this all up! I just wanted to get so shitfaced I wouldn’t know my name! I gave in to you!” I shouted at him from all my strength that I had left.
I didn’t see his fist flying through the air in my direction. That was until I felt it on my eye. What the fuck?! HE FUCKING HIT ME.
I was just thinking about hitting him back but I was interrupted by his lips crashing to mine.
Oh my God, is this really happening? I was dreaming about it for months now. I knew I should have push him away, slap him in his fucking face, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
So instead of that, I pulled him even closer, biting his lip and tangling my fingers in his hair. He let out a desperate and very loud moan, I took my chance and slid my tongue in his mouth. He, in reaction to my acting, pushed me to the wall even harder. This time it was me who let out a moan.
I could feel him smirk against my lips, as he worked his way through my clothes. His hands were exploring my body under my shirt. He loosed my tie, shoved my collar away from my neck and started kissing and biting hard down my neck. Oh, shit. He was really good at this. I could feel myself getting excited in certain places. And by his behavior, he could feel it too.
He loosened his grip on my body and moved it again to my arm, as he dragged me to one of the stalls and locked it behind us. Then we continued our little make out session. I could feel his hand moving in direction of my crotch. Damn. I wasn’t expecting that. He started to palm me through my jeans and I moaned like a little cheap guy whore. What the hell is wrong with me?!
Gerard just smirked and attacked my lips again to shut my mouth up. I could feel myself slowly reaching my high, when someone walked it the bathroom.
“Eh, hello? Is somebody here?” Gerard immediately stopped, horrified look in his eyes, clearly thinking about our options. Then he motioned me to be quiet, made himself presentable and carefully walked out of the stall.
“Gerard? Are you okay? There were some weird noises.” The person said.
“Yeah I think I’m good now, I just wasn’t feeling very well.” He said with slightly raspy voice.
“Well, you look like Hell, Gerard.” Pfff. Hell? He looked like fucking walking Heaven to me.
“Uh, thanks, Phil. Let’s go I think I’m good for now.” And after that they both walked out of bathroom.
I gave it a little time before I walked out from the stall and attempted to make myself look representatively. I took a deep breath and walk out of bathroom. But before I had a chance to walk away I was approached by man with jet black hair.
“First off, don’t think even for a minute that this meant something, got it? Definitely not to me. Second, don’t you dare to touch my daughter. Third, you can go home now. Fourth … You should scream at me for often.” And before I fully processed what he just said, Gerard was gone.
Notes
Okay so I somehow managed to write another chapter. It's not correted as well, sorry if it bugs you. I decided to post it right away because next week will be hell, so idk if i'd find a time to post it.
Anyway, enjoy and thank you for reading!
I love this so much! Please update !!
1/11/17