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What If I Love You

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Dec 03, 2021

The headache tortured me all night. And in the morning, the first thing I hear is Ted's voice. More precisely, his astonished whistle.

"It looks painful," and he immediately pokes his finger in the sorest spot on my cheek. I jump up on the bed.

In the mirror, I see a bruise at the bottom left corner of my jaw, right where Mark's fist hit. I'm still mad at him. But I can't really put into words the reason for my anger. I want to call him a traitor, but I can't understand why.

Well, he is gay... so what? The mere thought that Mark was sleeping with this "Ian" twists my guts, and my jaw starts to hurt even more, although I have already swallowed a handful of painkillers.

Am I so angry that he didn't tell me anything?.. For four years, we lived under the same roof, but he didn't tell me. Okay, he didn't tell me from the start, I was a fourteen-year-old brat, but then, when I finished school, Mark could have told me. Or we have never been close?

Or it was me who refused to notice anything? I was a teenager, but not an idiot! Although... I was too absorbed in my own tragedy to notice anything else.

At thirteen, I lost my parents, and at fourteen, I lost my older brother. And I was completely alone. I would have been sent to some distant relatives, whose names and faces I did not know, but Mark had agreed to become my guardian even before my brother died. Mark and my brother were close friends. But I could never imagine that, in the end, Mark would be my only family. At twenty-four, he started to take care of me. I... I dropped out of life for two years. I stopped talking and stopped going to school. I don't know exactly how Mark made me come to my senses, but he did it.

And how did I repay him?.. Perhaps he was right not to trust me.

Great... guilt, that's just what I need. Neither painkiller nor ice will help it... But there is a much simpler and wiser way.

This time I call first. Mark's voice sounds aloof, but he agrees to meet. I go to the apartment again. Mark meets me in the hallway and immediately goes into the living room. I sit down opposite him and stare at the floor for a long time, occasionally rubbing the bruise on my cheek. I seem to hope to get him to apologize first, but Mark stubbornly remains silent.

"I wanted to apologize for... my behavior that day... I shouldn't have yelled at you... I shouldn't have said all these things," I say without changing my intonation. These words were difficult for me. Mark and I rarely fought, but I never crossed the line. Probably, this is how adults should behave, in my opinion.

Mark does not immediately respond to my apology. Perhaps he also played this conversation in his head more than once. Finally, he nods. But this awkward feeling is still between us. I can leave now, but then, in fact, nothing will change between us. Do I want to change something?

"So... my brother... knew about you?" I ask, looking away.

"He did," Mark nods calmly. It seems to me that the awkwardness has decreased a little. "He was the first to whom I told. He was the first to understand me and even supported me."

"And you and he were... um..."

"No. Did it bother you that much?"

"No, but... just... And that one... in pajamas... he's your..."

"Lover? Yes."

"And you love him?"

I got carried away, but Mark's calmness and the fact that he was answering my questions seemed to have untied my tongue. But upon hearing this question, Mark raises his eyebrows for a second in surprise but still answers, "I would never sleep with someone I have no feelings for."

"But..."

"Enough about that."

I can't blame Mark. I've gone too far in my inquiries. Has it become easier for me?.. It's hard to say. When someone you have known for so long suddenly turned out to be not quite who you imagined them to be, it is always difficult to accept.

We lived together for four years. He took care of me. He raised me, did homework with me. I took him as... I don't know, a replacement for my father and older brother combined. And it's always like this with your parents. You often think of them in a certain way, as if they have one goal in life - to take care of you. And no interests, no temptations, and no sins. And you try to escape from their care, then you offend them with indifference. I think that here, I am no different from most of my peers. But still, Mark was neither a father nor a brother to me... It's hard for me to imagine how at 24, when he was probably full of plans and hopes, he took responsibility for a teenager?.. Probably, the ability to make such decisions means being an adult.

And what do I want to change now?

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Mark leaves me in the room. From the voices coming from the hallway, I know it's Ian.

No, I'm not that sensible...

I get up from the couch.

In the corridor, I say goodbye and get out. As the door is closing, I hear Ian saying, "What's for dinner, Mark?"

And Mark answers, "Whatever you'll make." And he smiles like he never smiled at me. They are on an equal footing. They have something in common that I don't have with Mark.

At that moment, I suddenly feel that I'm alone. My parents died, my brother did too. I have only Mark, but I never felt "how much" he is my family until this door closed in front of me, and I was on the doorstep all alone.

When you have a brother by blood, there is a thin thread between you that binds you, which seems to oblige you to love each other and support each other at all costs. And although many neglects this, and there are many brother-haters among people, this thread exists. This thought always gave me hope that... That I would never be alone because there was someone with whom my blood bound me. Mark and I are not bound by blood. He is not obliged to love me. And when I realize this, I really want to go back to this apartment, so I can grasp this illusory feeling of family.

I can't sleep at night. I think about how to get back to my room, which I left with such joy only three months ago. I can break a rule and be evicted from the dorm. But I don't want to get into too much trouble.

I think I can wait for the vacation, but having this Ian around requires more decisive actions from me than waiting. So...

How could I forget about the simplest way!? I just have to lie! I can tell Mark that I was evicted, and that's it. Mark is unlikely to check my words, but I can return home, make up with Mark and keep this pajama-man from constantly hanging around Mark's neck.

I fall asleep only in the morning and sleep through the first two classes. After the last lecture, I rush into the room, where I begin to pack my things hastily. Ted catches me doing this.

"Well, damn it, I just started to think that you are normal, and you decided to rob me," Ted always speaks in the same voice, so it is impossible to understand when he is joking.

"I'm not robbing you! I'm just leaving the dorm. I'm going back home."

"Why?"

I somehow did not come up with an answer to this question. But probably, I will be asked it more than once.

"Well... um... just... I have the opportunity to live at home, and I would like to take advantage of it."

"It's strange to hear it from someone who sang about his freedom at every party," Ted sits down on a chair and looks sideways at my bag.

"It turned out that freedom is not all that I want." I like my own words, and I even smile.

Ted just shrugs, "And I, then, have to get along with some new freak."

"You never told me that I was a freak!" I exclaim.

"Well, who says such things in the face?! I'm not an idiot!" Ted grins.

"You've just said that to me!"

"I didn't say anything!" He shakes his head and then adds, "Look... don't tell anyone you're leaving, ok? Now the holidays are starting anyway. Stay there for a week, and then you'll see," Ted reasons. "Maybe this week will be enough for you, and you will happily run back to your dorm."

I have to admit there is common sense in his words.

At four o'clock, I arrive at Mark's doorstep. Mark usually returns after seven, but I was afraid that I might run into Ian again. It is clear that he liked me no more than I liked him.

Fortunately, no one is at home, and I happily stretch out on my bed. It is so weird. It is all familiar and old, but I experience every moment in a new, acute way.

Usually, Mark came home from work, and we had dinner, often in front of the TV. Then I got tired of it, and we started to dine separately. But now I want this evening to be just like one of the past. After all, something has changed in me.

I cook a rather tolerable dinner and sit down to wait for Mark. But he does not show up either at 7 or at 8. The meal goes cold. At 12, completely upset, I go to bed.

Probably, Mark stayed with Ian... This thought again deprives me of peace. It tosses and turns in my chest, hurting me. And I fall asleep only in the morning.
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I though Ray would fall for Ted, but now I see it's not the case. Will Ray try to take Mark from Ian?

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