The Best Pain - Part 4 : The Final

*** Dear readers, I hope you like this. I tried. love, Grady

It was warm out as it was summertime. Savion didn’t let go until Martin stood up again and pulled him away from me.

“ass—hole,” Martin sputtered. He had blood pouring from his mouth because he’d bit his tongue and gotten a couple of his straight, white teeth messed up.

“Why do you sabotage all of my life’s endeavours?” Savion whined. Martin looked so mad that I expected him to hit Savion. Then and there, in that wondrous, confusing moment, something occurred to me as I looked into his eyes which portrayed no anger but instead lust and adoration and total adulation.

I was only a one-night stand.
Martin loved Savion.
“Especially guys as Godly-looking as Savion”, the pestering of me, supplying him with drugs: I guess it could’ve been a million other things but it wasn’t! Martin was only trying to keep Savion a free man.

The moment I saw this- the moment I had this epiphany- I broke into tears. They both gazed at me deeply and concerned and I explained myself in only three words.
“He loves you!” I cried. Savion knew I was speaking to him. He looked at Martin shocked and then shook his head.

“No. No, Martin. Not this time,” he whispered. He punched Martin again with force and didn’t stop this time. “You won’t hurt me again.”

He kneeled over Martin’s body as he punched him repeatedly and I was so afraid I didn’t think I’d be able to muster the bravery to stop him while he was angry, but I gripped his hair and pulled him back. He stayed on his knees leaning against his car and stayed gazing at Martin, who was completely motionless except shuddering slow breaths. Tears streamed down his face and he was creating a pool of blood from his mouth. His eyes stared up at the sky blankly. A woman who witnessed this incredibly fast-acting scene called 911 and at the time I was so occupied that I didn’t even realize that she was my own mother. I turned Martin over and he got on his hands and knees so that he wouldn’t choke on any blood. But he was coughing it up so that was hard for him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, so sorry, so, so sorry,” Savion was crying. It seemed like there were ambulances were there in only minutes and Martin was carried away on a stretcher. My mum helped me up and the police helped Savion up and into a police car. I didn’t realize that my mum was my mum until she hugged me close and said she’d been so worried about me. I cried into her shoulder, because she was nearly as short as I was, and pulled back feeling a lot of comfort. She looked beautiful.

She was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and strawberry coloured converses. She had on a large black sweatshirt that she’d taken from my closet (it was too big on me too. It fit her better because of course I was littler than her) that had our last name, Vetter, on the back. She walked me to her car which I hadn’t been in for a couple of months. I was surprised that all the way to (and she let me choose between the hospital and the police station) the hospital where Martin was at that she didn’t smoke at all.

By the time we got to the hospital, he was fine. He flirted with the cute boy intern that was helping his doctor and apparently he’d only suffered a minor concussion just from hitting the sidewalk.
My mum went to the food court to get her and me something eat. For a couple of minutes I was alone with Martin and the first thing I asked was what had happened that made Savion hurt to begin with.

“We dated last year. He was still in school, you know, so I met him and I guess I liked him,” Martin replied. Realizing that it didn’t answer my question in the least, Martin continued. “Our first date was perfect but the next day he caught me sleeping with another boy from school. You know how I am. I think that’s what he meant but we... tried again. That went worse. Someone confronted me in the restaurant we were eating in because was cheating on them with him. He left crying. But we...”

“tried again?” I said. He nodded.
“That just ended badly because we fucked in a bathroom stall at some sleazy little bar on the end of Polton. I guess I hurt him then—physically. I was too rough or something.”
“Please tell me you didn’t try again,” I pleaded. He laughed.
“No. He didn’t ever want to see me again but I’d been providing drugs for him and he liked them enough not to quit. So he saw me every once and a while to get them and I saw him every day,” Martin explained.

“Why did you see him every day?” I asked. He blushed and looked away from me in embarrassment.
“I was kind of, yunno. Stalking him.”

I gasped out loud and he covered his face with his hands.
“Are you mad now?” he mumbled.
“No. Not really. Just... freaked out. Jesus. I can’t believe that you’re a stalker,” I said. He shrugged.
“Aren’t you going to get him out of the police station? They aren’t pressing any charges because I’m not really hurt and I didn’t want to press any charges,” Martin asked. I nodded slowly as my mum entered the room.

“I just got a phone call from the police. They’re ready to release him if someone picks him up. Do you want to go?” she asked. I looked pleadingly at Martin and he nodded with a smile.
“I think I’ve had enough trouble in my life with HIM, thank you,” he said. I smiled back and stood up. I stopped and turned back to him.

“What did he use that medication for?” I asked. Martin raised one eyebrow in a fascinated and enticed way.

“His mum died of cancer last year. He took it hard until he met me through a mutual friend about the meds. He started buying and I guess it fuelled us being attracted to each other. I had a purpose in his life,” Martin answered. I nodded and the intern passed me as I walked out with my mum and I heard Martin resume his flirtation.
As she drove me to the police station we were both pretty quiet until she asked me what had happened.

“I met Savion last night at a bar and he knew Martin pretty personally,” I said. She nodded. She knew Martin, too.

Again silence held us. For another five minutes we stayed quiet until we got there. I got out and went inside. We talked to an officer at the front desk and he called someone to bring him from his cell. He was in a cell?!?
He came out of a long hallway walking beside a police officer. His eyes were bright red and extremely swollen. He walked over and hugged me close.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. I ran my hand down the length of his back a few times before remembering that we were in a public place. We signed papers and a whole bunch of stuff before we got to go out to the car. We got in the back and I let him snuggle into my shoulder for a while. He was quiet for a long time. I had my mother take us to my home and we went up to my bedroom. I sat on my bed, waiting for him to speak but instead he stood in front of me summoning some courage first.
“What took you so long?” he asked. His voice sounded angry but he didn’t raise it.

“I went to the hospital with Martin,” I replied. He scowled.
“Why? What about me?” he yelped. I gazed at him shocked as he stood in front of me.
“Well, I’m sorry! I was trying to make sure he was alright. It was your fault he was there anyway; it was the least I could do,” I replied angrily. He had no right to be angry like that at me!
“But he threatened you!” he shouted. I didn’t move.

“I heard the story with you two. I wanted to hear it from him. He said he stalked you but at least he was honest,” I said. Savion stared at me breathing heavily with frustration.
“So?” he said.
“You weren’t,” I replied stiffly. I kept my eyes trained on him and waited for something to come.
“What about?”

“The meds. You lied to me about what you used them for,” I growled. His expression softened and he lowered his eyes from my own.
“So Martin told you that, too. If you and he are so close, then why don’t you just go back to the hospital?” he asked in a mocking tone. I closed my eyes and tried to keep back the tears I felt so eagerly pushing at my eyelids.
“Because I don’t love him, Savion. I love you,” I responded.
“You don’t know me all that well,” he hissed.

“I know that you’re the most gorgeous man on the planet and that I’ve never felt so safe in my life. I know that you made me breakfast and you knocked a guy out for threatening me,” I said.
“Well! If that’s all it takes, you must fall in love a lot,” he said. I shrugged.

“Only every fifteen years or so,” I replied. He gazed at me.
“I love you too. By the way,” he said still pretending to be angry. He sat beside me on the bed and our lips touched for a second. He was trembling madly and all I wanted was to throw him on the bed and make love to him right there, but I heard my mother’s voice call from downstairs and I knew I’d have to wait for dessert.

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