When life is about to fade : Part 2

I opened my eyes and looked at Trent. This was not one of my dreams. This was not my imagination. This was as real as it could be. I was standing there, his arms around me and my arms wrapped around him. I smiled.

- “…wow…” Was all Trent managed to say. Faint blush filled my cheeks and he raised his hand and stroked it. I closed my eyes because his touch was wonderful. He stroked my cheek with full palm and I enjoyed it. His touch was something I was craving for weeks. And here I was, smile across my face and I kissed him once again. He replied by kissing back and sliding his fingers through my hair.

- “I love you Trent. I’ve been having crush on you since-” I started but now, it was his time to interrupt me. “A payback” he later chuckled and said to me. I didn’t object because it seemed I couldn’t get enough of those beautiful juicy red lips of his. I eagerly replied to his kiss.

But “everything good ends for a time”, they say. So did this time. I glanced at his watch and noticed it was my time to leave – I had to catch a bus back to my part of city. I had to face my parents and their one hundred questions about me. I still was little angry on Trent’s father but Just having Trent holding me in his arms I just couldn’t stay angry. I was rather melting because of Trent.

- “Damn… Trent, I have to go…” I whispered. I turned away; ready to leave for the bus stop but Trent caught my hand. I looked back. He came close to me and wrapped his arms around me again. I wanted to stay, so bad but I wanted to get rid of my parents also, so they returned back to their life and stop messing in mine.

- “I will give you a ride.” He said to me. If that meant some extra minutes being around Trent, I was up for it. So, instead of going to bus stop we walked back to hospital parking lot where his car was parked. On the way, we talked more.

- “Umm, Trent? How old are you exactly?” I asked, embarrassed. I really wanted to know because I was up for making a move. We had kissed already and that meant to me a lot. He chuckled and reached out for my hand. I put my palm into his and all the way to parking lot we were holding hands.

- “I am 21, and how about you?” He said. I nodded as in my head I cheered I had almost guessed his age that evening. I’d rather forget that evening but I didn’t want to forget his voice. It was part of that horrible evening and was my hook I was clinging to and hoped I wouldn’t die. Hoped I’d hear him once again.

- “I am 20 but soon turning 21.” I replied. This “soon” was week after, Friday if to be exact. My birthdays weren’t anything special, at least for me. Each year, my parents tried to make stupid surprise but I didn’t care. I usually hanged out with my friends for whole day.

- “How soon is “soon”?” He asked to me. I smiled. I looked at him and tried to read his face. I couldn’t tell anything but I had the feeling he was planning something.

- “Next Friday.” I replied and gave him light kiss on his cheek. He lightly blushed, looked at me and smiled.

- “Hmm…” He theatrically said. I felt he already somehow KNEW when my birthday was. I had no idea how he would know but there I was, walking right next to him and had some weird thoughts in my head about him talking to my parents already or what not else. Had he possibly met my parents? Had they come to hospital and he had been talking to them? Or maybe had he talking with them over phone when they would call to hospital and check on me?

My parents didn’t know I was gay nor I even planned tell them that. We lived separately, states between us but sometimes they managed to fly over and just barge in. I hated that but I couldn’t do anything about it. They never listened to my protests about me being busy and all.

- “Nonsense! We won’t be a trouble at all!” They said. But they were. Oh, how MUCH trouble they were right now, when everything seemed to finally come right in my life. I wanted Trent over to my place already tonight but I couldn’t. I sighed.

- “What’s wrong?” Trent studied my face, thinking he might have done something wrong. I closed in the distance between us until I made us stop, almost at the parking lot. I leaned in and kissed him again. I wanted this to last forever. I wanted him and only him alone by my side, no one else.

- “My parents. They are ruining everything right now.” I said.
Moments later, we were sitting in Trent’s BMW his parents had given to him for his 20th birthday. I was not much into cars but I wanted one so bad but I still had to do some saving up, only with the part-time job I had while I went to college it was not possible. I needed more, a lot more. Time jut flew when Trent drove me to my place. I was sitting right next to him in front, just looking at him, not able to take my eyes of him. Next moment I knew we had pulled in front of my place. My mood sank already because that meant I had to say my byes to Trent for now. I wanted to spend more time with him and I even hadn’t managed to ask him.

Right before I stepped out the car, I hesitated. I looked back at Trent. He smiled at me.

- “Is something wrong?” He asked me again. I looked in his blue eyes and gathered all my courage. “Now or never” My head told to me.

- “Trent, will you… will you go out with me?” I asked. He opened his mouth wanting to say something but then closed. It took time for him to answer and those brief seconds seemed like ages to me and my heart which fluttered in my chest and was ready to jump out my chest as soon as it got the chance.

He leaned closer to me and took my face in his warm hands. I thought my heart is going to blow up from the rate it was going right now. He kissed me, slowly and long. I knew what that meant.

- “Yes Shawn. I want that more than anything on this world.” He whispered to me. I blushed, full-mode. He chuckled as he looked at my face.

- “You look like you are about to pass out.” He said. To tell you the truth, it felt so. I was happy, extremely happy I was about to burst and just yell from the triumph. After all – he had said yes – right here, right now. With one last look upon him, I got out of his car. I was ready to face my parents more than other times. I was ready to do anything.

I watched how he put his car in reverse, turned around and disappeared in distance. This was beginning of something wonderful. Something he had been wanting for a very long time but afraid to surface. Now, my fears didn’t matter at all.

I entered my house and first thing I noticed were bags, lots of them. I groaned loudly as I understood what this meant – my parents had arrived for longer than few days. I shook my head in horror.

I dropped my house keys on couch and went upstairs to have shower. My parents could not been found anywhere so I figured they had gone to shop. It was time I took shower – a long, hot thee way I loved it. My mind returned to Trent and our little “confessions” at the park and in car later. I closed my eyes and imagined him naked, standing in front of my eyes. My cock got hard at that thought and I turned horny. I started touching myself in shower, the water still running full force and working as silencer for my moans as I jerked myself. I wanted Trent in me so bad but I knew I had to wait. All I could do was finger myself and imagine Trent was behind me and fucking me.

It didn’t take long for me to start feeling orgasm and I shot my load, panting, almost slipping in my shower. I washed myself off, cleaned the shower cabin’s doors that also had gotten my cum. I dried myself in my towel, dressed and went downstairs. It turned I was in time – my parents had returned with full shopping bags. “Great, mom’s cooking. How wonderful.” I sarcastically said to myself silently. When they noticed me, questions just stared to fall out of their mouths: “What happened?”, “Are you okay?”, “Did they catch him?” and so on. I felt like little kid and to tell you the truth, I hated that.°

I had Trent’s number so it was not a complete disaster. My parents were still here and for the looks how they settled in, they were going to stay at my place for weeks. I still was free from my college as Trent’s father had advised me not to go yet. He said stress could do something wrong and I might end in internal bleeding. I wanted to vomit from that thought only so I better listened to him. Of course, I kept in touch with my friends to find out about exams, course work and homework I had to hand in if I wanted to pass my classes. So, to pass my time, I did it all, slowly, doing some literature reading myself and asking my friends to send over the e-mail all the important lectures for me.

My birthday got closer and closer. Whenever I asked about it, he just ignored my question and changed the subject. I couldn’t meet him for that week – apart from me, he was not freed from college and he had to attend all classes, so I just pretty much waited for the evening when we texted each other or called. I was melting each time I heard voice of his. I didn’t want to lose it. I wanted it to be meant for my ears to listen, forever.

At Friday, I wanted to stay home but I couldn’t. I had to go to the store to grab some groceries for tomorrow’s little gathering. Parents were busy with preparing for tomorrow already so they sent me off. On my way, I happen to had to go through another alley. I was scared of that because ever since the attack, I evaded alleys as much as I could. I really had to hurry so this time I made exception. I regretted.

- “Well, well, well…” I heard voice behind me. I gasped. I recognized that voice from my nightmares at hospital. I recognized same voice form that cursed evening I decided to join my friends and watch some movie. That night returned and my head was spinning. It was spinning so bad I thought I was going to throw up for the man’s satisfaction right there, at that moment. But I stood there, paralyzed.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn’t reach for it thought I really wished it was Trent there, calling me. I wished he would never stop calling me but after moments, it stopped buzzing and did not even start to buzz again. I gulped.

- “Turn around you fucking asshole.” Voice snarled at me. I obeyed and there I was, finding a gun aimed at me for the second time in my entire life. And second time in my entire life by the same man. This was answer to my thoughts whether he got caught or not by the cops. At this moment, I wished Trent had broken this fucking bastard’s neck. Here I was facing my enemy for second time and this time, Trent was nowhere near to me.

- “This time you won’t escape from me. You are going to die.” He said and gave out maniacal laugh. I closed my eyes. I stood there, with my eyes closed and thought about Trent. I thought about his smile, his beautiful blue eyes and his voice I adored the most. I waited for something to pierce me for the second time but I didn’t hear anything. I was past the reality and had somehow locked out it.

I was in my own world, with Trent, looking at each other, smiling
and holding our hands. At that instant I wanted to feel Trent’s lips on mine. I wanted him so bad.

I stood there, waiting for my end. Time had stopped in my head and each second still alive tortured me. I knew this was the end.

- “Open your eyes. I want to see your fears.” Maniac with gun in his hand said. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay with Trent till everything is over. I wanted to stay with my Trent, holding me and protecting me, shielding in my mind from this fucking bastard. I was safe in my mind, with Trent by my side. I waited.

But yet, I heard nothing. Not even one sound reached my ears.
Then suddenly there they came – gunshots. I already saw myself in my head falling down, hitting the concrete and dead. I was numb; I didn’t feel anything at all. I could imagine myself in holes by that fucking bastard’s gun. But yet, something was odd. Something was wrong – I couldn’t feel any pain. I couldn’t feel anything piercing me. Only…

There was warmth. I could feel warmth all around me, or if to be more exact, warmth on my front side. There was warmth on my back side in one place only; somewhere middle of my back. I thought I was bleeding and blood is flowing down my body. But then I heard something, very far, distant and silent.

- “It’s okay… Shhh… Baby, it’s okay, you are safe now. ” Voice said. It was Trent’s voice but I thought it just was part of my imagination, since I wanted to hear those kind of words now. “I must be dead. I can’t find any other explanation.” I thought to myself.

- “Please, baby, you can open your eyes, it’s over. Everything is over.” Voice was soothing, calming. I couldn’t believe – could I open my eyes?