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Chapter 13, Sin: Wrath
"Why would someone from the house call Cassidy?" T-Boy, Shane, Byron and I stood in a circle. The dynamics of the secret letter began to unfold right in front of me and the weight of T-Boy's question began to grow heavy. T-Boy looked over at Shane and he didn't say anything. Then T-Boy looked over at Byron. He didn't say anything either. The two just stood there and shrugged. Then I saw T-Boy's eyes looking over at me as though expecting me to know what the hell this was all about. "Why the hell are you looking at me?" I asked, a little defensive at his quick allegation, "Why would I send myself a love letter?" "Well somebody here is lying," T-Boy whined. "It could have been a mistake T-Boy," I explained, "Maybe someone called by accident. I doubt any one of us have anything to do with the letter." At least I hoped. I couldn't really tell. I looked at T-Boy. I looked at Shane and Byron. I was completely lost. I didn't have a thought in my head about who could be writing the letter and why T-Boy said someone from the house called Cassidy earlier. I pulled out the note and began to read it. HELLO. I KNOW THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN TOO UPFRONT WITH YOU ABOUT MY FEELINGS. I KNOW THAT I AM ACTING REALLY WEIRD WITH THESE LETTERS. I SHOULDN'T. I SHOULD COME OUT AND TELL YOU HOW I REALLY FEEL ABOUT YOU. I WILL BE ABLE TO SEE YOU TONIGHT, EVEN THOUGH YOU WON'T SEE ME. I'LL BE AT THE TALENT SHOW. I'LL BE THINKING OF YOU. "What does it say?" Shane asked. I looked over at T-Boy. He would be so pissed about it. I didn't want to tell him. It wasn't really any of their businesses anyway. The letter was written to me. I didn't understand how quickly this had become a case to be solved by Sherlock Holmes (T-Boy) and Co. "He's here tonight. He's watching me " "That's hot!" Byron blurted out and then covered his mouth. I gave him a hard stare because he didn't understand that he was way out of place. He probably thought this was some hot scene from his favorite teen movie. It wasn't this shit was weird. It was innocent. I mean, it seemed like this was just someone who didn't know how to express their feelings, but it also seemed like it was hurting T- Boy a lot. If the person knew I was with T-Boy, why would they do this? Didn't they have even a little respect for T-Boy's relationship with me? "T-Boy it's just a letter." He looked a little upset. I wasn't concerned with the letter at the moment. I didn't even care who it was. I felt this deep loss since T-Boy was looking so hurt. "Hey kiss me," T-Boy said, suddenly, "If he is watching, I want him to see this." I did as he said. I leaned over and kissed T-Boy. Our lips touched and it impacted extremely. I definitely wanted to keep the kiss. It felt so intense. Our tongues touched and we caressed one another. I could tell T-Boy was definitely putting a lot in his kiss. It felt as though he was claiming me in a way. "The show's about to start," Shane said, which interrupted the short kiss I had with T-Boy. He was right. A lot of people had gone in and there was music playing already. Shane went on ahead of us (since he was in the performance) and Byron waited with me as T-Boy hopped towards the building. We found ourselves having to stand up because the place was so crowded. No one even cared that T-Boy was in crutches. No one even looked like they were going to get up. It wasn't that the show had a lot of people, but it was just that the show had too few seats. The aisles were crowded with people so that the auditorium looked like a mash pit. On the talent show, all these people with crazy Halloween outfits started doing stupid things. The things that they were doing were so stupid. They had this woman dressed up as Catwoman and her skill was making music out of hitting garbage cans. I rolled my eyes at the uselessness of all of this. Shane had come out and I immediately started to cheer. Byron and T-Boy both looked at me a little embarrassed since after I was the only one cheering for an extended period of time. I couldn't help it. I just felt so happy that Shane was going to go up there and wasn't going to do a stupid talent thing like everyone else. With Shane were the little quiet guy who sat at our lunch table and some other guy whose name I didn't know. They were dressed in B-Boy outfits and started this whole break dance routine. The routine wasn't really on point but it made up for that since it was so comical. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ //////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ T-Boy had been watching me instead of the performance and he said he rather be in the lobby with me then in the cramped auditorium. Byron decided to stay there though since he liked those kind of corny things. He had actually been really into all the acts, which was really weird because I'd thought it would take a lot more to entertain someone who used to be a male escort. "You look so hot tonight," T-Boy said. "Careful. I just might want to do stuff tonight and you are injured so " "How much you want to bet, I can do whatever you got in mind?" He leaned me hard up against the wall. The lobby didn't have a lot of people in it. There were a couple people who were running in and out of the lobby to go to their cars for whatever reason. T-Boy didn't care about those people and neither did I, frankly. I felt sexy tonight and I damn sure knew that T-Boy was enjoying himself. He kissed me deeply. His left hand ran up my thigh, grasping at it as he did so. He made his way higher, all the while tonguing my mouth down until my tongue felt a little numb. He started grasping higher and higher until he got to my ass. He squeezed my ass cheeks that were hanging out the side of the costume. I sighed a feeling of relief. "Ouch," I said as he pinched my ass cheeks. He laughed and put his lips close to my ears, "I couldn't help it. Your ass is so soft." I was so fucking hard at that moment. I lowered my hands down trying to get into his pants. I didn't know what I was going to do. I was just so fucking horny at this moment that hormones had taken completely over my body. All I saw in front of me was this gorgeous 5 foot 9 inches man with a muscular abdomen and a face that would make Tyra Banks get on her knees (for several reasons). "I want to do it in public," I said, almost singing. "You want to do what?" He teased. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I knew people were probably seeing this as they walked past. I didn't fucking care. I started to kiss T-Boy on his neck then slid my head lower. I felt the polyester of his football jersey as I made my way down. I had completely bent over and was now bending my leg. I was going to give this boy the best head that he ever got in his life. I had never sucked dick before, but I knew that I was probably good at it. I had practiced on my finger and lets just say that finger felt really good afterward. I grabbed at his crotch area, feeling his hardening dick under the polyester to turn him on. "You want me to?" I asked, knowing that he knew what I was talking about. "Hell yeah," T-Boy whispered, aggressively, "Suck that dick man " "Hey T-Boy!" Shit! I didn't just get up off my knees but I pounced at the voice of someone else approaching. I turned around to see Sydney coming our way! Of all the fucking bitches that I didn't want to see, Sydney was up there. Sydney was in the fucking top five. I didn't want to see a lot of people too! T-Boy had stretched his hands out over his crotch area probably to hide his major woody, which would be easy to see in his tight football pants. "Sydney hi," T-Boy said and he looked like he wasn't happy to see her either. "What were you guys up to?" Sydney asked. The bitch noticed what the fuck I was doing. The lobby was dark but I was sure she saw me getting on my knees. I wasn't getting on my fucking knees to propose to T-Boy. What the fuck did she think we were up to hanging out in a dark lobby with no one else around? "Nothing," T-Boy lied, with this frustrated look on his face. "Why are you even here?" I asked, showing the frustration that I was sure that T-Boy was feeling. Sydney noticed my anger, "Relax. I just wanted to see T-Boy." She looked like she expected me to leave. It was almost like she wanted me to excuse myself so that they could talk. I looked dead at her like there was something wrong with her. I didn't trust her. I was dressed a little revealing, but Sydney had on this whole Go-Go outfit that made her look like a straight hoochie. I was a fucking GUY and I had more curves then her. I think every guy in the fucking school had more curves then Sydney. "Well, you see me," T-Boy said, letting out this smile. "Oh my!" Sydney yelled and touched T-Boy's leg, "What happened to you?" "Somebody fucking tried to run me over. People drive crazy these days." "Aw poor baby." She started to rub his cast. It was almost like she was trying to stroke it. T-Boy didn't tell her to stop either. He seemed be enjoying this fucking attention. I wondered if he noticed how mad I looked. I was purposely putting on a mad face just for him to notice and he didn't even pay attention. "Yeah," T-Boy explained, almost in a whiny tone, "They just sped at me. I had to jump out of the way. I barely made it too. I guess this just shows that I should be careful around here." "Aw " Sydney continued to say, while petting him, "Don't you worry. I'll come over and give you that essay you wanted me to finish tomorrow. Then I'll make you some soup." "With chicken?" "Yeah, with chicken." "NO YOU FUCKING WON'T!" I shouted at her. She sounded pathetic. T-Boy gave me a confused look, but Sydney seemed to almost look scared. I rushed between the two of them and stood facing her. She was going to stop doing things for him one way or another. "Relax," Sydney said, looking at me like I was a loose pitbull, "Its not what you think. T-Boy and I are just friends. There is nothing between us." I laughed. I looked at her harder, "Oh, I know there is nothing between you two. T-Boy isn't stupid. He wouldn't leave me for you. On my worst day, he knows I have more class then you." Her mouth dropped open and T-Boy snickered. He sounded like he wanted to laugh but was holding it back. Sydney was such a blunt slut. She couldn't even tell that T-Boy enjoyed it when I cursed her out because of him. T-Boy probably thought that I was jealous and so I guess it turned him on in some way. She looked insulted but managed to say, "So what is your problem, since you are so damn secure?" "My problem is that you are babying him," I accused, "I am not jealous. It's just that I am trying to help T- Boy grow out of the phase of being babysat. Every time I come close, you come along and do things for him like an ass." "Yeah whatever." It looked like the best comeback that she could come up with. I didn't even think she would have said anything if I hadn't made my point so frank as in comparing her actions to that of an ass. "Whatever?" I asked, insulted that she even said that lame ass comeback, "Look, you two dollar slut, T-Boy no longer requires your services." Her mouth shot open again. T-Boy snickered again. "Syn," Sydney said crying, "I am going to be there for him. Him and I are still friends. I can do for him what only a 'woman' can do." Was this bitch trying to say because I was a guy that I couldn't satisfy my boyfriend? "You're not a woman, you're a slave," I told her, "You can never be with T-Boy. I got T-Boy before you and you've been actually trying. I didn't try at all. Stop slaving for him and find an actual life. Go masturbate. It helps people in jails and your mental prison doesn't seem all that different." She started crying, "Asshole!" Sydney was crying even more as she turned to run off. The bitch was so fucking sensitive and yet she never allowed the words that I said to her stick inside her brain. If she had listened to me the first time, then I wouldn't have to be cursing her out this second time. Or was it the third? Or the fourth? "Don't fucking come back, either. Bitch!" It seemed like just then that the show ended. I guess the DJ at the event left or something. I laughed as I saw Yolanda chasing after Sampson who looked irritated. He walked across the lobby and made his way to the parking lot with Yolanda chasing behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The night had ended quickly after that. T-Boy had kept telling me how wrong I was for what I did with Sydney, but yet he chose to tell me it with a wide smile on his face. Whenever he told me he was wrong, he looked like he was about to crack up. Him showing humor out of the whole thing just showed how much he really didn't give a fuck about Sydney. The next day had come along and T-Boy woke me up early as hell in the morning. He was trying to get the head that I had promised him the day before, but I was fucking tired and not in the mood. I just laughed my way back to sleep and told him to wake me up when it was time for school. I had to wake myself up. T-Boy was lying next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist. His head was on my pillow and I could feel his warm breath against my lips. I was definitely in the mood now that I was waking up next to him and feeling energized but it was too fucking late! We arrived at school almost an hour late. "Mr. Clinton," a teacher asked, "Why are you so late?" "He probably had to dig past all the love letters that he's been getting," a girl had said. I didn't know the girl but I gave her this harsh look. How the fuck did she know about the letters? I had gone to my seat, all the while studying the girl and wondering if she had something to do with those letters. The bell rung had rung before I knew it. From info passed down from Medusa and Shane to me in the hallways, I found out that everyone in the school knew about the letters. I figured that since Cassidy had given me the letters, he was responsible for telling everyone about it. I told Medusa to give Cassidy a little scare as pay back for spreading the rumor about the letter. I didn't want her to hurt him, but shake him up real good and take his lunch money or something. Lunchtime had come around and the first person that I saw was Shane's little friend. I gave him a smile and decided to sit with him since no one else was around. Shane was nowhere to be seen and T-Boy usually took 20 extra minutes to arrive since he was limping on his crutches. "You heard about the letters too, I guess?" I asked the boy. He nodded, "Yeah. They are weird." The boy was shy. He was only half talking to me and he was half-writing on this paper. I guess it was homework. He seemed so intrigued by it all. I knew he was just shy. I figured that I could finally find out the boy's name. All I had to do was look on his paper and I would be able to read his name. "Uh guess you don't care about my problems," I said and noticed how busy he looked, "What are you writing?" "Nothing." I really didn't care. I just wanted to finally know what his name was. "Can I see?" I didn't wait for him to answer before I let my curious drives take the best of me. I reached out and moved his notebook a little. He was writing scribble. I read the heading that the boy had on the paper. His name was Victor Vargas. The boy nervously pulled his notebook back and then something fell. "Shit " "Sorry, I'll get it." I picked up this stack. It was a stack of notepapers. They were special papers. They looked so familiar. Why did this paper look so familiar to me all of a sudden? It hit me! These were the papers that were used to make the notes. Why did this boy have the paper that was used to make notes? What was the point of that? "Where did you get this paper?" I asked him. He looked at me as though he didn't want to say something. I was beginning to wonder if it was the same paper or if I was going crazy. Then I realized his forehead was moistening with sweat. He definitely had a little nervousness to him. I wondered could he be the one to actually be writing the notes? "I didn't write you no love notes," Victor explained quicker then I could keep up with, "I swear to god. I am straight. If I liked guys, I might have a crush on you but I am so straight. Praise god!" I gave him a twisted look. Obviously he was religious. I didn't mean to say that religious people weren't gay, but all in all, Victor just didn't seem like he liked me. He did seem straight though. I just had a feeling deep in my stomach that Victor was straight and he didn't write those notes. I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew about it. "I never said you wrote it but where did you get this paper?" "They sell them in the Art Room. 50 cents for a stack like this." "Oh " I looked away. That meant anyone who took Art had access to that kind of paper. Now all I had to do was think about the 30 or 40 people that I knew who took art. It was fucking useless to even wonder about it. All of a sudden Shane walked into the lunchroom. He came and sat next to me as though he was a little tired. It seemed like Victor Vargas slipped away when Shane entered because I was just going to continue questioning him more about the letters. "Why you late?" I asked Shane, trying to think about something else but the letter. "I was talking with Sampson after there was a fight outside the art class." "Great, so Sampson is talking to everyone 'but' me?" "He's not ignoring you. Sampson and I are real tight now. He's better then T-Boy if you ask me." I looked at Shane. He always did that. He always continued to compare Sampson to T-Boy. I didn't understand why he liked Sampson so much anyway. Sampson was a little more polite then T-Boy, but that didn't make him a better guy. "T-Boy's not so bad. He's sexy." He really was. He kissed with this passion that was hard to describe. I watched as Shane squirmed at the thought of T-Boy being sexy. It was funny how both of my friends (or at least my main ones which included Byron and Shane) liked Sampson but thought T-Boy wasn't even really that attractive. I knew they were just resentful because T-Boy was one was the most attractive boys in the school and his 'tough boy' factor was boosting it. Shane paused, "Nah. He's wrong for you. The quicker you realize it, the better." "Yeah whatever so what were you and Sampson talking about?" Shane began to tell me all about his friendship with Sampson again. They were real interesting because they acted differently. Shane was a little bit more reserved constantly while Sampson was reserved but only sometimes. Other times Sampson was very outspoken and he stood up for what he believed in. Sampson always had a belief as well. Shane just sat idly by, kind of like T-Boy. I would have figured that T-Boy and Shane would both get along since T-Boy was just lazy when it came to doing things and Shane didn't do things because he had a genuine disinterest in them. To my disappointment, Sampson and Yolanda were still a couple. Shane explained to me that Sampson had forgiven her for playing him. I thought that was so stupid. If he really cared about her then why was it so easy for him to forgive Yolanda's betrayal? They had just started a relationship and already she was caught cheating. Yolanda wasn't a good enough person to be with Sampson. //////////////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Can I take your order?" I was walking around in my tight ass pants, which were definitely getting on my nerves more and more. Ms. Jenkins was getting weird with her perversion. She was hiring a lot more boys, with a lot tighter pants. The customer was taking his time to order. I looked back to see Ms. Jenkins. It was so funny because she was still looking at me. Ms. Jenkins was like going in her 50s. The whole days he had been watching me. It made me wonder if the person who wrote the note was someone that I didn't recognize at all. The note was really getting on my nerves. I suspected everyone. Ms. Jenkins couldn't have written it though. The note made it seem like it was a guy but then again maybe it was just to throw me off. I couldn't get the notes off my mind. "Syn, message!" It was Ms. Jenkins that screamed across the diner for me. It was near closing time and it was already dark outside. I looked around and saw where Ms. Jenkins was. The diner was basically full because it was somebody's birthday and their cheap ass parents wanted to have a dinner in this low-class diner. I walked over to the counter where Ms. Jenkins was. I wasn't surprised that I got a message. Usually the messages were from Byron who usually came to the diner, ate, and made me a message and then left. He liked doing things like that. "Who sent it? Was it my friend Byron?" "I didn't see who wrote it, it had your name on it," Ms. Jenkins said, "It's a love letter. I was kind of hoping that you were saving yourself for me." I laughed at her. "Ms. Jenkins stop reading my messages," I said, jokingly and added, "You are 3 times my age too, it's not going to happen, grandma." She laughed as though I had been joking. I had been so serious about it, but I had to sound like I was joking because she was my boss. The last thing I wanted was to get fired or be moved to the smoker's area or something. I was becoming really irritated at her little flirts though. It was just fucking disgusting seriously. I looked at the letter. It was different. It wasn't written on the same paper. The handwriting looked very different too. This handwriting was in cursive. I kept looking at the letter as I went to the bathroom to get some privacy in reading it. It was so weird that the person had written in cursive this time on different paper. Maybe they just got tired of being repetitive. I went to the bathroom and started reading it: HEY, I LIKE YOU A LOT. YOU KNOW I BEEN WRITING YOU LETTERS FOR A WHILE. A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW. I WANT TO MEET NOW MORE THEN EVER. PLEASE, MEET ME IN THE SOUTH PARK AT 10:00 TODAY. IF YOU COME ALONE, I WILL FINALLY LET YOU KNOW WHO I AM. I folded the letter up and put it in my pocket. It was definitely a lot weirder. The paper had changed and the handwriting had changed. The person finally decided they wanted to meet me. I figured they were getting more into me personally. I had this deep curious side that I probably shouldn't have shown. I thought about calling T-Boy and telling him about the letter, but I just didn't. I knew I was going to go though. I just had this feeling like I was going to go. I was anxious during my entire shift. I had so many questions that were in my mind. Who was this person? Why was this person so afraid to be straightforward? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My shift was over and it was 9:40. I grabbed my bags quickly, asking one of the other boys to tell Ms. Jenkins that I was leaving. I grabbed my coat. I had to make it to South Park before 10:00. South Park was basically a half an hour walk, but I figured that if I walked fast I could make it in time. I rushed past a couple of guys, who all found this the best time to try to start up a conversation even though we had been on the same shift for hours. I tried to be nice about basically pushing them out the way, however. Suddenly, I saw Sampson. He walked into the diner. I wondered what the hell he was doing out here so late. Only old people who never went home were at the diner now. Sampson never came to this diner before. Shit, I looked at him and wanted to stop. He was fucking sexy as usual. He had on a muscle shirt and running shorts. I could tell that maybe he'd been jogging. He was probably jogging for his boxing career. "Syn, hey " "Shit, I'm sorry Sampson," I said, suddenly, "I got to get somewhere. I'm almost late." "Um Syn, I really have to tell you something." I looked at Sampson, I wondered if this shit could wait. I mean; I definitely didn't have the time or patience to be talking about anything right now. Why is it that people always wanted to talk when you had somewhere else to be? "I'm so sorry," I said, "I really have to be somewhere. I'll call you tonight though I promise." "Syn wait." Whatever he wanted to say did seem like it was important, but I definitely had something else on my mind right now. I waved goodbye and ran out the door. I could tell that his eyes were watching me as I ran away. I wished he didn't wait until I had to go somewhere before he finally wanted to speak to me. I was running by now. I knew time was basically getting crazy and I was rushing to get there. I started to pick up speed as soon as I saw the park in my vision. I had about a minute left and I was already tired. My legs had gotten used to the running though and since I was pretty fast, I didn't mind it at all. I made my way into the park and up the stony bridge. There was grass everywhere and the ducks were still swimming in this fake lake that South Park had set up. The park was familiar. I had grown up around it so I knew a lot about it. I wasn't sure where to go to meet whoever wrote the letter, but I had a clue where they would want to meet. The park was really dark and hard to see anything. The lights only stayed on at one part of the park, which was near the center beside these swings or what not. I made my way up towards the swings. The park was isolated. I didn't see anyone. There were no sounds or anything. The center of the park was one of the most silent places to be. I looked around, slowing down my running pace to a walk. It was cold outside and I immediately found myself putting my hands in the tight jeans that I wore for work. I saw someone. I could tell it was a guy. He was wearing a trench coat and he had these broad shoulders and strong stance. I couldn't see his face because his back was turned to me. I knew it must have been the person who wrote the note. No one else would just be in the park at this time of night. The thought that it was Byron, Ms. Jenkins or Sydney flew out the window. I started to approach the person. I doubted they saw me coming because they didn't turn around to look my way. I was so curious as I walked closer and found myself reaching out to the person's shoulder. "Why, look who it is?" the voice of the person said. The person turned around. The face in front of me caused me to jump back hesitantly. I didn't expect this. I looked at the note in my hand and threw it on the floor. I started to take more steps back with caution. "Rex!" I yelled. It was Trash's brother. How could I have been lured into this trap? I looked around to see the bushes rattling. I thought it was the wind. I hoped it was the wind. It wasn't though. My stomach soured quickly as more figures started to appear. I saw the figures push back the bushes and crawl out slowly. Satan was there. Grimace came out as well. Trash then walked out, being helped out of the bushes by both Satan and Grimace. She looked completely different. Her face didn't have that youthful look like before. She didn't have that vibrant hate in her eyes. She had a hate in her eyes that was different. Her eyes were full of tired hate. She looked like she was dead Satan, Grimace and Rex all had crowbars in their hands. Rex had a bike chain as well. Trash didn't have anything in her hands. Her hands were completely empty, but she carried a hate within her that was harsher then any weapon that I've seen. "You know it was me who tried to run your boyfriend, Tommy over," Mercedes said, "Too bad he survived. You want to end up worse then him?" I didn't answer her. Her face wrinkled up to something that could barely be translated as a smile. She went to the swings and sat there. She didn't swing; she just sat on the swings and looked over at her dangerous brothers. "How do you want to die, boy?" Rex asked me. I looked around. There had to be something that I could pick up to defend myself. There weren't a lot of things though. Where we stood was basically just sand. The sand was used so that little kids who jumped off the swings had something soft to land on. There weren't any bricks around. There weren't any sticks. I put my hands out, trying to settle with them, "It doesn't have to be like this." "Let's do it!" Satan yelled, "Let get it over with!" I looked around. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Trash wasn't going to hear what I was going to say. She had a look on her face that was out for blood. She didn't give a fuck what I had to say. "What happened wasn't my fault," I pleaded, as the brothers started to advance, "I admit that I recorded the tape but it was Yolanda's idea. She was the one who played it at my birthday party. Her boyfriend was the DJ." Trash looked at me. She was the only one who looked like she was even listening a little bit to what I was saying. "Let's do it!" Satan cheered with a cold laugh. "No please!" I yelled, beginning to back up, "Yolanda was just jealous of you, Mercedes. She has Sampson as her boyfriend now!" The brothers paused for a moment. I wondered if they were believing me. Their looks were cold and distant. It was almost like they were waiting for Trash to give them the "Go ahead". Mercedes had gotten quiet. She had started to swing. She had a ghost-like expression on her face. My heart beat faster as I prayed that they wouldn't attack me. I looked at Mercedes. I looked at he brothers. I didn't want to die tonight. Mercedes quickly noted, "I thought you said that her boyfriend was the DJ." "Its both of them. Please Mercedes trust me Yolanda is to blame." She was thinking for a moment. She was contemplating. Her brothers were watching her expressions as though contemplating what she was thinking. I looked at her suspiciously. My heart was beating viciously. I could do one of two things. I could wait for her to think about something or I could I picked up some sand immediately and threw it at the three brothers. I prayed to god that it was enough. Grimace and Satan had fallen back having been blinded by the sand. "Kill him!" Mercedes barked. I kicked at the sands and started to run. I had only made three steps before Rex grabbed onto my arm. He pulled me hard. I felt my body jerk forward in a motion. He was so strong. He gripped onto me. I saw him raise his crowbar ready to smash it into my head. I jerked my hand as hard as I could. His grip was too strong! He wasn't letting go! The violent look in his eyes assured me that he was going to kill me. I kicked him in his crotch. I felt Rex squirm and let go of his grip on me. I pushed him, hoping that he would fall over, but he didn't. I had pushed him real hard and all he did was stagger! This man was the fucking HULK! "I want him dead!" Mercedes continued to whine. I started to run. I could see that Satan and Grimace were after me immediately. Their footsteps lurked behind mine. I took off towards the banks of the lake, trying to get away. I knew they were behind me! I knew they were reaching. I could hear their heavy breathing as they chased me. It was so fucking dark! I was running without really knowing where I was going. I didn't look back, but I could feel Grimace's hot breath. I could hear Satan's extravagant cheers as they found joy in chasing me. My legs felt like fucking glue as I led them across the banks of the lake. I was already tired. My heart was already racing. I couldn't run the whole length of the bank. The fear of the whole situation had grasped me by the throat like a clamp and it wasn't letting go at all. I knew that I couldn't run much longer. My legs started to cramp! Shit, not right now! I prayed they would last a little bit longer. I started to run towards the deep woods and heavy bushes. It was dark and I figured that I had no chance just trying to outrun them. I knew that and they seemed to know that. My breathing had gotten so heavy that I was sure they knew it. The woods were dark and deep, just as I thought they would be. I started to intertwine between them and I knew that Satan and Grimace were still behind me. I maneuvered my way around the trees. The voice of Grimace came out, "Where are you little boy!" I stopped. They had lost me. I could have sworn they were right at my heels. I turned every which way to see where the voices were coming from. I couldn't see a damn thing. There was no light at all. I could hear rustling of leaves but the echo of the rustles were wide ranged. I bent low to the ground, instinctively. God, I wasn't the best person in the world, but I didn't deserve to die at the hands of these boys. I knew that was their intentions for me as well. They weren't trying to beat me up. They were trying to kill me. The innocent teen drama had become deadly. I couldn't become a victim. I was praying. For the first time in years, I was actually praying. It was the only thing that came to mind. I felt like cursing and screaming, but none of that would of helped. I needed something to do that was silent. I needed to pray. I guess Rex had joined them because his voice echoed through the woods, "We are going to kill you!" I lay low to the ground. My heart was racing. The thumps of my heart were so loud that I thought I was going to have a heart attack or some kind of cardiac breakdown. I looked at the trees. They all looked the same. By running in these woods I either delivered my own casket or saved myself. I was yet to figure out which. I made my way towards where the leaves were a little moister so that they wouldn't crunch under my movement. Moist leaves also meant that the lake was probably nearby. If I could get back to the bank, I would be able to find my way out of the park. The bank of the lake led to the streets. "I see him!" Satan yelled. I jumped back to my feet and started to run down to the bank. All I had to do was get back to the bank. The road was not too far from there. They couldn't kill me in public. All I had to do was get there. I felt something heavy lean on my back and I fell over. Satan had jumped on my back and was now trying to pin me down. I looked at him. He was the smallest of the three brothers. I had to be able to take him. He had a blade in his hand. I could feel the blade slice across my cheek as he wrestled with me. "Fuck!" I yelled and tried to push his blade away from me. Satan struggled with the blade, trying to bring it closer to my face. He was trying to cut me again. I started to panic as felt the cold blood dripping down my cheek where he had cut me before. I was panicking. He had me pinned on the ground. Satan's face was inches away from mine and he was lowering his knife to my throat. It took both of my hands to just stop him from lowering his blade to my neck. I had to do something! His knife was inches away from throat. He was smiling at me. The sweat from his forehead dropped onto mine. I leaned my head forward and gave him a head-butt. He fell back and I jumped on him. I started to poke at his eyes. I didn't know what I was doing exactly. I guess I was trying to gouge his eyes out. I was trying to do something. "Get off of me!" he yelled. That was when Grimace and Rex came out of the bushes. I jumped off of Satan and started to head back towards the bank. I just had to make it to the bank. I could feel them behind me. I could feel them. I didn't look back but I was sure that they were chasing me again. They wanted me dead. They needed me dead now that they had started their assault. I was running. My legs were cramping and they felt like rubber. It had continued like that until I could no longer feel my legs at all. I was still running. My running had slowed and I knew they were still behind me! I breathed heavily and made my way down into the darkness. Suddenly I saw the streetlights and then someone grabbed me! "Hey, buddy " I turned around, quickly trying to get away. The person just looked at me. It wasn't Grimace. It wasn't Satan. It wasn't Rex. It was a policeman. He looked at me a little confused. I had never been so happy in my life to see a cop. Matter of fact I fucking hated cops. I looked back towards the bank of the lake and towards the woods. Satan, Rex and Grimace were gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I found myself in the police station telling them my story a thousand times. Shane, T-Boy and Byron were all in the waiting hall. All of them didn't understand what had happened even though I sent a policeman out to them to explain the story. I guess they wanted to hear it from me themselves. The policeman filed a report and sent a car out there to the park. They had me identify pictures of the people that attacked me. One guy, by the name of Detective Vernon talked to me. "These men are thugs," Detective Vernon explained to me, "If they're caught and testified against, it could be their last strike. We could have all three of them locked up for a very long time. Attempted murder is a very serious case. Try not to worry, go home and get some sleep. I'll send a unit to check on you every now and again. You have nothing to worry about. If they are smart, they will definitely be on the run." The detective was talking to me like I was some girl who just got raped. I was fucking terrified, but I definitely didn't need any words of encouragement. I knew Trash and her brothers would run away and lay low I also knew that there was a chance that all this wasn't over. I walked outside to see T-Boy, Shane and Byron. T-Boy gave me a warm hug as soon as I walked out of the door. He squeezed me and I pulled away. "Ouch my rib cage hurts," I told him. Byron came over and helped me sit down. I needed fucking help. My whole body hurt. I had pushed myself to some major extremes. The cut on my face had stopped bleeding but the gash was just pure ugly. My legs felt like I was becoming paralyzed. I still hadn't caught my breath. "What the hell happened?" Shane asked, looking confused, "The story doesn't make sense." I walked over and sat down. I didn't feel like talking. I felt like going home and getting some rest. I didn't say it though. I guessed they were worried. They looked worried. Byron didn't have his usual smile on. T-Boy looked a little bitter and Shane looked so confused. "It was Mercedes. She tried to kill me. She was the one who tried to run T-Boy over as well." "That fucking bitch!" T-Boy yelled and threw his crutch against the wall. It was a dumb move because he lost his balance and T-Boy had to help pick up his crutch. Still, I could understand why T-Boy was mad. I wasn't surprised that T-Boy was the most upset out of them. I was his boyfriend. I guess I would have been upset if something like this happened to him too. I would probably be more upset. It made me appreciate T-Boy a little bit more to see him so upset. "But why did you go to the park?" Shane asked, still lost in the entire story. "It was Mercedes. Everything was because of Mercedes. She planned it." After Byron sat T-Boy next to me, T-Boy held my hand. He looked at me deep in my eyes. He looked so emotional. I looked back at him. I felt his emotion. He felt sorry for me. I didn't feel sorry for me, but I felt sad because the fact that he felt sorry for me. The emotions were so complicated. "I am going to find her," T-Boy promised me, "My leg is getting better. As soon as my leg gets better I am going to find Mercedes and her brothers. I am going to settle the score." "No," I explained, "They aren't worth it. Plus, the detective said that he has a warrant out for them. They must have left town by now or the cops would have found them already." Shane came and squatted down over to me. He was so tall that even squatting, he seemed like a fucking giant. T-Boy's looked a little irritated because he knew what Shane was going to say. Tell the truth I was a little irritated too. Why the hell did Shane care so much about how it happened? The fact of the matter was that it happened. Shane muttered, "I still don't get it." "What the fuck is there not to get!" T-Boy yelled, looking at Shane in frustration, "You are sitting here all this time and all you can say is that you don't understand. Some guys just tried to kill your friend, period." "Can you guys calm down?" Byron said, looking around the police station, "This definitely isn't the place for you guys to be arguing." Byron was always trying to keep the peace lately. I guess Dr. Lopez was more and more influencing him. I didn't mind him helping out, but I felt like Shane kind of deserved T-Boy yelling at him. Shane was getting irritating with his constant questions about what happened. He could of saved those damn questions for a later time. I needed to catch my breath before I could answer questions. "I'm sorry that I'm upsetting people," Shane apologized and then said, "I hate that someone wanted to hurt Syn. I care about him just like everyone else here. I just want to know how Mercedes planned the attack." "You are so inconsiderate," T-Boy spat, lowering his voice but still being very defensive of me. "Its ok," I explained and leaned my head back on the wall, "Mercedes was the one writing the love letters. She sent a letter to my job asking me to meet her at the park." "Why the hell did you go?" T-Boy asked. "Wait " Shane interrupted and stood up. He looked like he had something on his mind. We all looked at him. He looked so suspicious and weird. His hand cupped his chin as though he was thinking hard about something. He definitely looked more confused then ever. "What is it?" Byron asked, since no one else did. Shane muttered softly so that I barely heard, "Mercedes didn't write you those love letters " "Why would you say that?" I asked. Shane hesitantly said, "Because I was the one who gave you the love letters." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JoJoPresents-GayFiction/ SPECIAL THANKS (GUESTBOOK): NightShade Autiger LiBBY John Aussie Tim SoulKayn chaos DuRyte Justin Daniel Gillie