Jaden's POV
It should be a crime to be this happy. Well, I mean, it was a crime either way since I'm somewhat still 2 months shy of being 18 but I could care less for the little details. The fact was that Blake had finally accepted me.
This type of happiness might not even be real. Maybe I was dreaming it, but there was no way that could be since I could still feel him inside me. My face grew hot at that thought alone. To be fair, I had had dreams like this before where Blake would be right beside me sleeping peacefully but now, he was right before my eyes shifting in his sleep.
The night flashed flashed and my face heated up even more. The things he did to me were unmentionable. The things he said were etched in my memory. Remembering the way I begged him to do me, had me groaning in embarrassment.
Wasn't I way too lewd? What made it even worst, was that I even passed out somewhere along the way. I don't remember anything after cumming for the 4th time.
Looking down at myself, I realized I was dressed in a boxer-shorts and a light t-shirt. Blake must have put it on me during last night. I don't think sex could have felt any better. Not like I had many good experiences to compare it to but still, this was what I'd always wanted.
I reached over running my fingers through his hair and smiled at him. His sleeping face looked so relaxed and dazzling. My heart palpitated a little as I forced myself to get up, mostly due to the mad cramps in my stomach.
I shifted a little off of the bed when I felt Blake's hand pulling me back. "Hmm... where you going?" he asked sleepily, still not fully awake.
I felt my face lit up. "Uh... bathroom?" I replied, surprised that my voice sounded dry and hoarse.
"Coffee," he mumbled sleepily.
Elated and happy, I gingerly hopped out from under the covers ignoring the pain from a very obvious part of my body. The cold shower did wonders to my aching body. I felt like a shiny vase as the water cascaded over my sore muscles. Little purplish tell-tale signs of Blake's lips decorated my flesh to what I could see.
The hickeys were dispersed all over my torso and abdomen. My face continued to flame even as I stepped out of the shower and into my dry clothes. The first thing I did as I touched down into the kitchen was to pick up my phone and dialed Neil.
He didn't pick up until the 5th ring which was unusual for him.
"Stop it! Give me back my phone!" I heard him whine in the background.
"N-Neil?" I asked confused as to the ruckus on the other line.
I heard a deep laugh from the end of the line, "your Mom said you were grounded, but you know what you have to do, right?" From the teasing of the voice, I knew it was Bax.
"Yeah... Whatever. Afterwards, okay?" I heard him whisper to Bax reluctantly.
Unfortunately, his cell's mic was really good. So I heard it. What was Bax doing to Neil. Neil the oh-so-mighty-straight-dude humbled into submission by Bax's playful voice. I let them bicker over the phone a little, as I set the coffee to brew.
"Uncle Jerome. Try it sometime," I heard Bax corrected from somewhere in the background.
I chuckled at the two. Dammit, I was feeling so happy. I couldn't wait to tell Neil about Blake and I.
"We did it," I blurted out. Okay, maybe I needed to reel back a little. "Um... I mean... uh..."
"No fucking way! Really? Did he really glazed your doughnut???" he bombarded me in disbelief. Not even his awkward questioning could have annoyed me. He was silent for a little and then asked, "I don't mean to be a wet-blanket, but what changed his mind? I mean, he was all gung-ho about not following your lead and then he just up and does you."
Neil had a point. I sigh heavily at Neil's way of pouring the cold water of reality over my head. All I wanted was to take action before he could've changed his mind. I didn't stop to wonder if this was a one time thing with Blake. The way he held me last night didn't make me feel that way but... I really didn't even think about anything after he kissed me.
Everything had gone to the wind.
"Don't get dejected yet. Blake wouldn't just decide to do something like that unless he means it, right?"
"Yeah. You're right. This morning, he didn't seem... regretful," I noted remembering how he grabbed unto to me before I shifted to get up.
As I poured myself a cup of coffee, I heard Neil ask with a laughing tone in his voice, "Sooo... did it hurt?"
It was very much like Neil to want to know the full run down of what all happened. "Ha! Wouldn't you like to know, ya perve. By the way, what's up with you and Bax? I wanted to ask but I had so much on my mind."
Neil snorted and played dumb. "I ... don't know what you are talking about."
Sipping on my coffee, I leaned unto the counter. "Oh really? If I wasn't mistaken, I'd say that y'all were flirting."
"Was not! I'm not even gay bruh," I heard him say.
"Aha... but yet, if you had to choose, some one like Bax would be your type. You said it yourself, yesterday. remember?
"Mmm... I don't remember saying that... like at all," Neil answered coyly.
I let out a laugh, as I heard the shower in Blake's room turn on. "Suuure. You suffering from Selective Memory now? Selectively deciding what to remember?"
It was fun poking at Neil. It's not like I had the chance to tease him, when in reality I was mainly the one being teased. He had so much dirt on me that he could literally entertain himself for days on end. I barely had any dirt on him. Apart from his religiously confused mother, I didn't know a lot about Neil. Then again, he had no dirt to say the least.
His life was a clear cut one.
If I had to say, his mother probably home schooled him because she's homophobic and was afraid that Neil would turn out gay like her brother. After all, Neil's mother was one of those individuals who thought that being gay was a sickness. That's hardly anything to make fun about.
That would explain why he kept saying that he lives bi-curiously through me. He hasn't had anything interesting happen in his life.
"Don't even. He keeps on messing with my daily routine. A real pest at times when he's being stubborn and weird. What I'm most pissed off about is the fact that he pulls it off so well. Like-and strike me down for saying this- but he might even be considered cool. Whether gay or straight, he's annoyingly too cool or some shit "
Almost choking on my coffee, I burst out laughing. "Feeling your manliness being threatened?"
"Che... He's my uncle. I live bi-curiously through you. There's noway I'd be an uncle-fucker," he snickered at his joke. Of course, the reference was shared and I hummed the tune of the Uncle-fucker song playfully causing both of us to laugh.
"You're terrible at humming," he sighed sobering up. "Well, I'm happy you guys worked it out. If I look past the fact that you're both father and son, I actually can see you guys living happily ever after."
My entire being smiled at his comment. He's right, ain't he? I thought. My brain swam with happy thoughts and butterflies, that it took a banging at the door to come back to reality.
"Duude... did you just fell?" Neil asked.
"Uh... no. There's someone banging on the door," I noted as I walked towards the door. I was still on phone as I peered through the peephole. Upon seeing this stranger's face, something jolted through me. It was a type of fear that riddle through me like static shock.
It was the kind of sinking fear of something suppressed, like a deja vu moment dripped in tar. The banging got louder but I stood in shocked, as my I felt a hysteria coming on to me.
"Jaden, are you okay?" I heard Neil asked from the receiver.
"No, stay on the line with me, kay?" I whispered to him, trying not to sound shaken. "Blake!" I called out.
I had stay calm.
Maybe it was just my exaggerated imagination. Nothing bad ever happened in this neighborhood. Heck, everyone kept their doors unlocked here. Everyone except us because I'm paranoid like that. Deep breaths, I chanted to myself.
"Just a minute. I'm getting dressed," he called back to my dismay.
"Hey buddy. Uh can I have a hand out here? My car won't start. I see you've gotta car out here. Mind giving me a jump start?" the stranger said. I didn't see any car parked in front of the house. So which car was he even speaking off.
"I'm sorry. My car needs to go to the mechanics. You're going to have to ask the neighbors," I answered in a trembling voice, with a seemingly forgotten Neil on the line. I wasn't even sure if he was still on the phone anymore.
"Are you sure? It seems perfectly fine to me," he answered tightly from behind the door.
His voice crawled my skin, and I took several steps away from the door from the sheer fear induced by his voice alone.
"I said, go ask someone else. That car doesn't work!" I stated more firmly.
Suddenly, as if alerted by my shouting, Blake appeared fully clothed and refreshed. He seemed happy as he planted a kiss to my cheek. On any other occasion, that would have made me melt, but my psyche felt threatened. I was caught between the warmth of that unexpected morning kiss and an impending dread.
He saw the fear in my eyes and froze. "W-What's going on?" he asked concerned.
Suddenly, the man started laughing in a maniacal way. His voice was low and deep like thunder and it made me start to panic. I didn't like this, but I was too afraid to move or do anything. This wasn't like my panic attack at The Hideaway with Bax. There was no lucid, dizzying feeling. This was untamed fear.
Blake made a move to open the door, but I pulled him back from his arm. My nails almost digging into his biceps. I shook my head for him to not open the door.
"Can I help you?" Blake asked carefully.
The man continued to laugh on the outside. "Yeah. How about handing the boy over?" he leered. "This would all be easier if you did"
My breathing clogged my throat.
"What is this? Some kind of joke?! Get off of my property before I call the police," Blake threatened angrily.
The stranger tutted. "I was hoping that we'd get to do this the easy way, but I loved doing it the hard way. Right Jaden? You know what I mean by doing it the hard way right?" he laughed out loud and suddenly, he started banging on the door viciously. It sounded more like he was kicking at the door.
I screamed and held on to Blake. We ran towards the kitchen just to find another man--this one with a masked over his face, and a beanie over his head--looking into our fridge.
"You suburbans always leave your doors unlocked," he said with his eyes smiling a perversely at me as he swung a bat in his hands. "That's unsafe."
Blake shouted at me to get a grip and to run, but my feet would not listen to me. He shoved me away from the attacker in kitchen, but just as I started to back away, in my panic, I had failed to notice that the first assailant had kicked in the glass side panels of the front door.
His crummy hands gripped unto me in a headlock, and I screamed. Blake was furious, as the two strangers laughed at the both of us. Blake was helpless, and I was utterly and completely useless.
"Jaden! My, my... I'm kinda disappointed that you grew up so much. We probably won't have as much fun as we use to," the unmasked attacker growled into my ear.
That's when it hit me.
The memories of those eyes. Those eyes that had towered over my eight year old body, as they abused me in front of my drugged up mother. The same woman who did no other thing than to watched me get raped and molested over and over again, till I no longer had the will to feel anything.
The hysteria took over and I begun screaming over and over. I couldn't handle this!
"Let him go!!!" Blake shouted.
"Hey, shut up. Can't you see we're having a touching reunion here?" the one holding me tutted darkly, as he ran his slimy tongue and licked my cheek.
"Don't fucking touch me!!!" I blasted in utter anger and through tears. I didn't even realized that I had begun crying. "Don't touch me, you fucking filth."
I struggled against his grip. Kicking and flinging my hands behind me as I tried to grab on to hair, dig into his eyeballs; anything to have him let me go. In between my struggle, Blake reached for a knife but he was too slow. We were out done by individuals who've clearly done this before.
It all went down in a blur. Blake was batted in the face by the other masked person. I heard the crunch of bones against the wooden bat before I saw blood gush from Blake's mouth as he hit the floor much like a sack of cement.
"Help! Help me!" I shouted.
The unmasked guy, tried to cover my mouth with his hand but with me still in hysterics and trying to kick my way out of his hold, he misplaced his hand into my mouth. As I saw the masked guy about to bat at Blake's limp body, I bit down on my attacker's hand for Blake's dare life. I bit down so hard that my teeth sent shocks to my nerves me, and I tasted the faint taste of blood that gave way to a chunk of meat
"Fucking A!!!" the guy wailed.
As if triggered, the masked guy literally dropped his bat and rushed to the wailing guy. "Dave, are you okay?"
Breaking free from the grip, I tried running for the door. I needed to get help. Blake was going to die! I was like a headless chicken. I couldn't be this useless!! I needed to get help!! At least they seemed to want me. By getting away, they'd chase after me, and won't kill Blake. My brain was going a billion miles per second as adrenaline pumped through me.
"Help!!! Help!! Someone call the police!!" I shouted to anyone who could hear me. My unknown neighbors were barely ever home. I hoped and prayed in those semi-seconds that I'd at least be heard by someone; anyone.
I wouldn't know for sure though, because I then felt a deathly hit to the back of my head. My eyes blacked out for a minute, and I felt my entire body give way to the ground. Suddenly, all the fight I had in me, fled away. A mind splitting pain erupted from the back of my head, and I couldn't get my brain to think about anything else than the brain-crippling ache.
My hand reached to the back of my head. Through my blurred vision, I saw my fingers stained with blood; my blood.
"What the fuck Corey?" the Dave guy said. "What part of 'untouched' did you not remember the Doc saying?"
"I'm sorry, he was about to run away." the masked guy replied in a small voice.
I was out of it. I didn't know who they were talking about. I just knew that I had to find my way out and tried to crawl away.
"Let's just get him to the cabin. The doc's waiting," Dave mused mockingly just staring down at me, "So nostalgic. I always loved it when he tried to crawl away from me."The one called Corey seemed to stare at me with disgust and hostility, as Dave added, "unfortunately... It's not cute anymore, so I'll just have to repay you for that bite."
The last thing I remember, was his fist barreling towards my face before everything went to black.
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