have had her. Who was I kidding? A guy like me didn’t get to hold onto a girl like her. She’d always be my better.
“Whoa, bro,” Charlie said as he slammed into my back. “Going to let me through the door?”
“Do I have to?”
Charlie had to come home with me to work on some problems at the club. I was barely holding onto my job at the attorney general’s office. I couldn’t focus enough to handle the craziness at the club.
“Yeah, I need the cash these clubs make. I’m not some hot shot lawyer.”
“Who are you kidding? You make more drawing on people than I ever have,” I said as I stepped aside, letting him in.
“Because I’m the best, baby brother. Don’t ever forget it either,” he said as he marched off to the guest room as if he owned the joint. “Oh, yeah, Cherry will be here in about thirty minutes.”
I shook my head. It would be good having him there for a while.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Dylan
The pain was indescribable. Tears stung and were trying to escape my swollen eyes. The only comfort I had was the warm arms I found myself in. Was it another bad memory? I had to focus. I had no choice but to remember every detail so I could piece together my life.
“It hurts,” I whispered as he planted a kiss on my cheek, easing the burn.
“I know, beautiful. I wish I could take it all away. I wish I would have stopped it before they hurt you.” He stroked his hand down my arm and snuggled me closer to his firm, tight body. “I wish I could wrap you up and take you away with me. I never want you to know this pain again.”
It was comforting and peaceful. If not for the unrelenting pain, I would have never wanted to leave. He slipped his hands under my shirt and rested them on my back
“What’s your name?”
“My friends call me Sir, but you can call me anything you want as long as I get to hear that sweet voice,” he said as I flinched when he moved his hand softly across my skin. His touch reminded me of theirs.
“But what’s your name?” I couldn’t take any more pain and was slowly crumbling.
“It doesn’t matter.” His head dipped down until the tip of his nose nuzzled the skin on my neck.
It mattered to me. He mattered. He kissed the base of my neck. I bounced up in the bed and screamed.
Hands started to hold me down as my screaming became more frantic. I had been held down and hurt once before but couldn’t remember when or how. I just knew I had.
“Dylan, it’s Dr. Sawyer. No one is going to hurt you.” The voice was friendly. I knew it. I started to calm and stopped fighting the hands. It was my psychiatrist. She’d been in every day since I had awoken from the coma; sometimes multiple times a day. I remembered her talking to me and explaining hypnosis.
That was a memory. But why was I hurting so badly? And who was the man holding me? Was it Ethan? I fingered the locket around my neck. The only visual proof Ethan was real.
I reverberated the dream to Dr. Sawyer and her assistant. I was trying to understand the pain when she informed me that she couldn’t say when I’d been hurt. For some reason, my records were sealed. There was no proof I even existed before I came to Knoxville for college. The rug had been pulled out from under me, and I could hardly breathe. What had happened in my past to drag up such a painful memory and have my records sealed? I hated the medicine they were giving me to stay calm as I discovered the secrets to my life, but that day I welcomed it. And within fifteen minutes of taking them, I’d passed out.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Ethan
Please talk to me
I miss you more than I ever
Realized I could miss someone
You taught me how to relax
And simply enjoy life
I finally for once felt like
I was living.
Without you, I feel dead.
I had sent a text every day since she walked out
“Whoa, bro,” Charlie said as he slammed into my back. “Going to let me through the door?”
“Do I have to?”
Charlie had to come home with me to work on some problems at the club. I was barely holding onto my job at the attorney general’s office. I couldn’t focus enough to handle the craziness at the club.
“Yeah, I need the cash these clubs make. I’m not some hot shot lawyer.”
“Who are you kidding? You make more drawing on people than I ever have,” I said as I stepped aside, letting him in.
“Because I’m the best, baby brother. Don’t ever forget it either,” he said as he marched off to the guest room as if he owned the joint. “Oh, yeah, Cherry will be here in about thirty minutes.”
I shook my head. It would be good having him there for a while.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Dylan
The pain was indescribable. Tears stung and were trying to escape my swollen eyes. The only comfort I had was the warm arms I found myself in. Was it another bad memory? I had to focus. I had no choice but to remember every detail so I could piece together my life.
“It hurts,” I whispered as he planted a kiss on my cheek, easing the burn.
“I know, beautiful. I wish I could take it all away. I wish I would have stopped it before they hurt you.” He stroked his hand down my arm and snuggled me closer to his firm, tight body. “I wish I could wrap you up and take you away with me. I never want you to know this pain again.”
It was comforting and peaceful. If not for the unrelenting pain, I would have never wanted to leave. He slipped his hands under my shirt and rested them on my back
“What’s your name?”
“My friends call me Sir, but you can call me anything you want as long as I get to hear that sweet voice,” he said as I flinched when he moved his hand softly across my skin. His touch reminded me of theirs.
“But what’s your name?” I couldn’t take any more pain and was slowly crumbling.
“It doesn’t matter.” His head dipped down until the tip of his nose nuzzled the skin on my neck.
It mattered to me. He mattered. He kissed the base of my neck. I bounced up in the bed and screamed.
Hands started to hold me down as my screaming became more frantic. I had been held down and hurt once before but couldn’t remember when or how. I just knew I had.
“Dylan, it’s Dr. Sawyer. No one is going to hurt you.” The voice was friendly. I knew it. I started to calm and stopped fighting the hands. It was my psychiatrist. She’d been in every day since I had awoken from the coma; sometimes multiple times a day. I remembered her talking to me and explaining hypnosis.
That was a memory. But why was I hurting so badly? And who was the man holding me? Was it Ethan? I fingered the locket around my neck. The only visual proof Ethan was real.
I reverberated the dream to Dr. Sawyer and her assistant. I was trying to understand the pain when she informed me that she couldn’t say when I’d been hurt. For some reason, my records were sealed. There was no proof I even existed before I came to Knoxville for college. The rug had been pulled out from under me, and I could hardly breathe. What had happened in my past to drag up such a painful memory and have my records sealed? I hated the medicine they were giving me to stay calm as I discovered the secrets to my life, but that day I welcomed it. And within fifteen minutes of taking them, I’d passed out.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Ethan
Please talk to me
I miss you more than I ever
Realized I could miss someone
You taught me how to relax
And simply enjoy life
I finally for once felt like
I was living.
Without you, I feel dead.
I had sent a text every day since she walked out
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