Help! - The Full Story.

Hello, welcome to "Help!". This is the whole story, i thought i would post it all in one place, just in case you feel like reading it all at once :). So whether this is your first time reading "Help!" or whether you are reading it again, i hope you enjoy it...

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Help!

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Boom! The horrifying and unmistakeable sound of the wooden door being ripped violently from its hinges. Daniel pulled his knees in as close to his chest as he could and huddled himself tightly into a compact corner of his room. He braced himself for what he knew was about to happen to him.
Smack!

Darkness...
...Silence...
...Stillness in time...

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Morning. Daniel woke up suddenly to the sound of shouting downstairs. His eyes shot open like a greyhound out of the start gate at the beginning of an intense race. He found himself on the floor of his room. His back was against the hard, cold wall and his legs were folded around the 90 degree angle of the corner of the room. His right arm ached where he had been led on it. He tried to move his numb, tingling right arm out from underneath his stomach but it wouldn’t move. No matter how hard he struggled to pull his arm out from underneath him, it wouldn’t budge. Slowly the numbness started to die and it was replaced with unbearable and intense pain. That’s when Daniel realised, he was lying in a shallow pool of his own blood, and his heart started racing as he realised all of a sudden, the indescribable agony he was in. He remembered what had happened the night before.

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Daniel was stood casually at the bar with his very best friend in the world Jake. Jake was tall, dark haired and very good-looking with his well toned muscular body, glowing white teeth, clean-shaven face and perfectly formed rounded ass. Not to mention the massive bulge in his trousers. He was always a hit with the ladies wherever he went. Daniel was at least as much a hit with the ladies, if not more so than Jake. Daniel was a little bit shorter than Jake, his body was not toned as much as Jakes but was still gorgeous. He also had stunning white teeth the same as his friend. Daniel had a short, stubbly beard which highlighted his facial features and an ass which was to die for. The problem was, where Jake relished in the limelight which he received from girls, Daniel was completely uninterested. Daniel was gay.

Daniel had known that he was gay for a while now and he had finally admitted to himself that he liked guys rather than girls. He had denied it for years but eventually came to find that it was eating him up inside, and that he could no longer deny it to himself. He was used to the thought by now anyway and was beginning to become more comfortable with his sexuality. Being gay was no longer a big deal for Daniel but he still had one big problem. Nobody else knew about it, not even his closest friends and family. He wanted to tell people but every time he got close to telling someone, he chickened out at the last moment and had to come up with some ridiculous way of finishing his sentence. The pressure was slowly killing him and he was beginning to feel like if he didn’t tell someone soon, he would explode!

Sat at the bar, Daniel was deep in thought. So many thoughts were whirling around in his brain uncontrollably. “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” he screamed as he flew out of the club with tears gushing down his face. Jake looked around in shock as he wondered what all the commotion was about.

“Sorry Stacey” Jake exclaimed to the random girl he was chatting up at the bar, “I’m gonna have to go and see what’s up with my friend, I’ll call you”!

Jake downed his beer and sprinted out of the club as fast as he could after his best friend. When he got outside he quickly glanced around to see if he could see where Daniel had gone but he couldn’t see him. He was worried and a little confused about the situation he had suddenly found himself in.

“Danny!” he yelled as he frantically searched the busy street, “Where are you buddy”?

Various people stared at him as they wondered what was going on but Jake was too busy to notice them as he continued to look around, waiting for a response. There was none. He had to think hard but the alcohol was making it difficult for him to think.

“Now think” he thought to himself “if I know Danny, I should know where he would run to”.

Then it struck him!

“The old wishing well!” he remembered as he thought about the last time Daniel had ran off in a panic.

He started charging his way through the crowded street outside the club in the direction of the well. He ran as fast as his feet would carry him so that he would stand the best possible chance of finding his best friend and doing whatever he could to help him out. They had always been close and had come through a lot of shit together so Jake was sure that whatever the problem was, he could help him find a way through it.

He reached the well. It was dark, quiet and very eerie. He stopped running and tried to catch his breath for a few seconds.

“Danny, are you there mate?” he panted as he searched the area.

There was no response and Jake started to think that maybe he wasn’t there at all, but then he heard the sound of sniffling and sobbing and he knew instantly that it was Daniel. He followed the sound and found him sulking with his head in his hands in an alleyway near the wishing well.

“Danny...” he said softly and caringly, “...what’s going on”?

“Just leave me alone!” Daniel snapped as Jake placed his hand on his friends shoulder.

He pulled away and turned his back on Jake. Jake felt hurt by this and knew that whatever the problem was, it must be really bad.

“Come on don’t be like that with me, I just want to help. You know you can talk to me, I’m your best friend!” Jake explained.

“You wouldn’t understand so just leave it ok!” Daniel wept in response.

“No I won’t leave it!” Jake responded firmly, “you’re my best friend and i care about you”.

“Huh, yeah alright then Jake, why don’t you tell someone who gives a shit”?

“Hey, don’t be like that with me Daniel!” Jake roared, “I just ran all the way here after you! You should fuckin’ give a shit!”

“Yeah well if you really cared about me that much then you would have fucking realised by now that I...I...” Daniel stumbled.

“You what Danny, come on you can tell me”

“I’M IN FUCKING LOVE WITH YOU!!!”

Silence...

Jake was shocked. His eyes flickered between the eyes of the man in front of him. Tears were streaming down Danny’s face as he shivered in the cold night breeze, staring back at Jake. Jake felt the tears starting to well up in his own eyes as his mind strained and struggled to process the information which it had just received. He looked down at the floor in confusion. The atmosphere was electric, it could have been cut with a knife. He simply didn’t know how to react.

Jake’s big blue eyes were glued to the floor. His heart raced like a steam train pounding out of a dark tunnel at full speed. His emotions were all over the place. He tried to look up at Daniel who was still stood in front of him in silence. Jake wondered what he was thinking as he tried desperately to make sense of the situation. The truth was Daniel was stunned at his own words. He had been trying to say that very sentence of months but he never could. He felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He’d said it. Finally, Jake knew how he felt. Then his thoughts came crashing back down to earth as he realised the reality of the scenario. Daniel looked down at his best friend. Jake was now crouched down on the cold, wet dirty floor of the alley with his head in his hands. He was clearly confused and upset and it was all Daniel’s fault.

“I’m sorry” Daniel said in a gentle tone. He didn’t know what else to say.

Jake removed his head from his hands and glanced up at Daniel. “You’re sorry ... you’re sorry are you Danny” he replied, anger now filling his eyes as he began to stand upright.

“I’m sorry” Daniel murmured again quietly has he once again started to cry.

“YES I KNOW YOU TOLD ME!” Jake snarled as he grabbed Daniel by the arms, “YOU’RE SORRY AND THAT’S SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT ALRIGHT IS IT?” he questioned.

There was no reply as Daniel struggled to release himself from Jake’s tight grip.

“Answer me” Jake demanded. Still no reply. “ANSWER ME DAMN YOU” he yelled as he began to shake Daniel back and forth.

“I’m sorry” Daniel whimpered as the tears drifted swiftly down his soaked face. “I’m sorry”

Jake glared into his best friends big brown eyes. They were red and obviously sore where he had cried so much. Fear encompassed his pupils as he stared back into Jakes angry blue eyes.

“I’m sorry” Daniel repeated once again as he continued to stare back.

Jake realised what he was doing and Daniel saw the raw anger begin to drain from his friends now increasingly calm blue eyes. Jake stopped shaking Daniel and slowly removed his hands from the other mans arms. His eyes drifted once again to the floor as he began to feel physically sick at the thought of what he had just done to his best friend. The anger which he had felt take over his body drained away and was replaced with an overwhelming sense of sadness and guilt. He knew then that something had changed inside of him and that things would never be the same again between him and Daniel.

“Forgive me” he pleaded as he glanced back up.

... nothing...

Daniel stood perfectly still. His eyes were closed. His lips were trembling, but made no sound. At that moment Jake broke down. He couldn’t bear to see his best friend suffering like this knowing that it was down to him and that he was powerless to do anything about it. He burst into tears, turned and ran as fast as he could. He had to get out of there. He reached the wishing well where he and Daniel and enjoyed so many happy moments together as kids. He stopped and looked back at the alley. Danny was still stood there motionless. Jake considered going back but acknowledged that there was no point. He had done enough damage for one night so he continued to run.

Daniel stood alone in the alley way. His head was empty. “What now” he thought to himself. “Is that it? ... After all we’ve been through is that it? ... He’s just going to leave me here on my own after all that just happened? ... Well if he thinks I’m gonna come crawling back then he’s wrong. ... That’s it, it’s his turn to be sorry!”

With that he turned and walked slowly back home. He got back and sat down on his bed. He was exhausted and badly needed to sleep so he removed his clothes and climbed into his soft warm bed. He was so tired that he didn’t even bother to brush his teeth. He just clambered into bed, pulled the sheets over himself and slept, instantly. He went out like a light.