A Secret Not Worth Keeping, Chapter Seven
Title: A Secret Not Worth Keeping
Author: hotbaguettes69
Chapter: Seven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 2103
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0gPXLo0WZM (I recommend not listening to it until you at least get to half way through the first David point of view part. Then it's okay.) ((yes, I'm using links now lol))
Summary: Pierre Bouvier lives a normal life as an 18 year old on his senior year in high school. He's captain of the hockey team and all the girls want him. But Pierre is harbouring a secret. He thinks nothing could be worse than people finding out the truth... Until he meets a boy who makes him think maybe his secret isn't worth keeping after all...
Author's note: This is a shorter chapter, but I think I made the point I wanted to make.
Pierre
David had been acting strange all afternoon. He hadn't come to meet him in the caf, and when he saw him in soc, it looked like he'd been crying. They didn't speak in class or on the way home. When they finally got into the apartment, Pierre had had all he could take. He closed the door and looked at David who was just standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with his back turned to Pierre and arms crossed over his chest, like he was scared, or trying to protect himself. "David... please talk to me. What's wrong?" Pierre asked desperately. It was killing him seeing David like this and not being able to do anything to help. David turned around slowly.
"I... I just need a few minutes by myself." He said, nodding slowly, like he was trying to convince himself of it more than Pierre. Pierre gave David a desperate, hopeless look, begging him silently to talk to him... but David just turned, walked towards the bedroom, and close the door behind him.
David
David closed the door behind him, and knew he had to get started before he had a chance to think about what he was doing. If he did, it would tear him apart. But he had to do this for Pierre. He had to protect him. If people found out about them, Pierre's whole life would be destroyed. And he couldn't let that happen, no matter what the consequences. He moved silently to the half of the closet that had been his, taking out the backpack and suitcase he'd used to carry his things to Pierre's apartment in the first place. he opened them each on the bed, then moving slowly from the closet, to the dresser, to the night stand, he took out every single thing he owned and packed them neatly into the bags. Everything except for one small thing. David walked around the bed to Pierre's side, and stared down at his boyfriend's night stand. Reaching up, he removed the chain from around his neck and set it there in a neat pile. His dog tag. The one with "Team Demaa" engraved on it that his baby sister had got him for his birthday. It was the last present she'd ever gave him and he'd held on to it with dear life all this time. It made him feel like she was still with him. It stabbed and ripped and tore at him in every way to part with it, but at the same time... he was leaving Pierre. The greatest thing that had ever happened to him. The person who had brought him back to life and gave him a reason to believe in love again. And he couldn't do that without leaving some part of himself behind. David picked the necklace back up, kissed it silently, and set it back down, moving across the room. As he slung his backpack over his shoulders, and grabbed the handle for his wheeled suitcase, he moved to the door and turned around, taking one last look of the bedroom that had filled so many of his nights, and filled so many holes that had once been inside of him. He turned, and slowly opened the door, preparing himself for the nightmare that he was about to face.
As he slowly crossed the room, Pierre jumped off the couch, standing still with a long distance between them. He stopped walking and looked open mouthed, from David, to the suitcase, and back again. He looked like he was about to break down, and it tore apart David's insides. "Wh-wha...what are you doing?" Pierre asked weakly as his eyes filled with tears he'd obviously been trying to hold back. David looked down, as a tear of his own hit the floor. He didn't want Pierre to know why he was leaving... if he did, he'd try to stop him. But this was what was right for Pierre and David knew that he had to do it.
He spoke to the floor, not daring to meet Pierre's eyes, for chance of them changing his mind. "I'm so sorry..." David started as more tears fell. "I just... I have to go. Please don't ask me why. If you love me, you'll just let me go and understand that this is something I have to do..." David said, the last word coming out as a sob.
"But David-" Pierre started, his voice sounding desperate, broken, and heartbreaking. And that was why David just couldn't hear it.
"I'm sorry." David said quickly before rushing out of the apartment, and out of Pierre's life, running down the stairs, and out the building.
Pierre
It wasn't even a minute before Pierre was running to the door. The shock still hadn't subdued and he could barely think as he ran after his boyfriend. Tears were flowing freely from his face as he stumbled out the door, sobbing and frantically searching the hallways as he made his way downstairs, yelling David's name. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he knew he could keep running. Keep yelling. Keep searching. But it wouldn't make a difference. David was gone. And nothing Pierre said at this point would bring him back. Pierre's legs buckled, and he fell to the floor, leaning against a wall, and burying his face in his hands. He didn't care who saw. He didn't care about anything. He just sat there on the floor, a mess, sobbing into sleeves of his long sleeved shirt that still smelled like David. What could have made David do this? Why would he just all of a sudden get up and go? He'd told Pierre he loved him... that couldn't have meant nothing... could it? Pierre let out multiple loud sobs, wanting nothing more in this moment than to just curl up and die. He'd lost David. He'd lost the only thing that had ever meant anything to him. He'd lost his life. And what's the point in breathing if you have no life? Pierre didn't have any idea what to do. So he just sat there, on the floor in front of the door to his apartment building, crying.
He'd been there for what had felt like days, but was really only about 4 hours. He didn't ever want to move again. He felt paralysed in every part of his body. He didn't even flinch as the door opened and Maggie walked into the building. Maggie was a woman in her late 40s-early 50s, who lived on the same floor as Pierre. He used to talk to her all the time. They'd met the day he moved in, she was sweet to him and brought him over some food while he was unpacking. He took a break and they ate it together, while getting to know each other. Ever since then, she'd been coming over on the days Pierre was off work, or after he got home from school, just to talk. It was weird to think that an 18 year old boy could be friends with a middle-aged woman, but it really helped Pierre during the rough period he was going through to have someone to talk to. It wasn't until Pierre moved his head to look up and see that it was her, that he realized he hadn't really spoken with her since he started dating David. David... Pierre choked back a sob, but it still came out as this weird noise that almost sounded like a laugh.
Maggie looked jumped a little and turned to look down, clearly not having noticed Pierre until he startled her. She squinted her eyes and looked down closer into the darkness. "Pierre?" She asked. He'd already looked back down and dedicated himself to not moving again. He slowly moved his head up, giving Maggie the full view of the mess he'd become. Tears and all. She took a deep breath in and waved inwardly towards herself. "Come on sweetie... get up off the floor." She said.
Pierre didn't want to move. He just wanted to sit there until he starved to death and wait for someone to find his body. He just turned his head back down and waited for her to walk away. But she didn't. Before he knew it there was an arm supporting his back and another pulling on his arm. He stayed where he was, not needing much force to fight against her, until he decided getting off the floor really would be good for him, and he stood with her, and followed her up to her apartment.
Pierre was sitting on Maggie's couch, curled up with the blanket she'd put around him, when she came walking out of the kitchen and handed him a cup of hot chocolate. She'd always had that mothering instinct with him. Pierre's had stopped crying for the most part. His eyes felt raw, and single tears would just fall on their own when he blinked, but he'd stopped sobbing. Maggie sat down on the couch beside him, putting her elbow on the back of the couch and leaning on it, using her fist to support her head.
"So are you gonna tell me what's wrong? I've never seen you that upset. Not even after everything with your mom and dad." She said softly, trying to be sympathetic and not set anything off that would start him crying again.
"No..." Pierre answered. What was he supposed to tell her? It's not like she knew he was gay.
"Is this about your boyfriend?" She asked. Pierre's head snapped up in surprised. Or did she...?
"M-m-my what?" He asked nervously. Maybe she was just joking...
"Pierre honey, do you honestly think I don't see you walking in and out of the building with him every day? Holding hands, kissing..." She said. And to Pierre's surprise, she didn't sound angry. Or disappointed. Or even just a bit sad. She was... accepting. But something about her words hit a trigger inside Pierre. He would never have that again. He would never walk through the hallways of this building with his arm around David. Never hold David's hand... or kiss his lips... or stare into his perfect, beautiful hazel eyes...
Pierre let out a sob as more tears fell down his face. More sobs, more tears, and Pierre couldn't control it. He'd never hurt like this before in his life.
Maggie rubbed Pierre's back slowly. "It's okay honey... but are you gonna tell me what happened?" she asked tenderly.
Pierre stopped sobbing and looked forwards, into space. Tears were still running down his face and he drew in a shaky breath.
"I... I don't know..." He started, then looked at Maggie. "Maggie, I really don't know... one second everything was great and he was meeting me for lunch... and the next thing I know, he's packing his bags and running out of the apartment in tears." Pierre let out a breath, and the rest of his words came out high pitched, weak, and halfway between words and tears. "I don't even know where he went..." Pierre said sobbing into his cup. In that moment... he thought he might die.
David
David ran and ran until he reached his destination, and walked through the door. He reached into his backpack for the money he'd kept for emergencies and walked to the woman at the desk. With tears pouring down his face, and his eyeliner a runny mess, he asked her weakly, "M-may I p-p-please have a r-room?"
He walked into the hotel room he'd rented. It wasn't by any means extravagant or fancy... but it was enough to get him by until he could figure out just what he was going to do...
He dropped his bags the minute he got through the door, walked to the bed without bothering to turn on the lights, and curled up in a fetal positing... and he started to sob. First quietly... then louder. Until he couldn't hold anything back. Tears were streaming down his face as he clutched to his chest, and his sobs were practically screams. It was a horrible thing to say... but he hadn't even felt this destroyed when his sister died. He'd never ever felt any pain this intense. He knew he had to do it, to protect Pierre... but that didn't change the fact that he wanted nothing more than to just die...
The only thing that snapped David out of his devastated trance, was when his cell phone chimed and lit up with an incoming call from Pierre...
Author: hotbaguettes69
Chapter: Seven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 2103
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0gPXLo0WZM (I recommend not listening to it until you at least get to half way through the first David point of view part. Then it's okay.) ((yes, I'm using links now lol))
Summary: Pierre Bouvier lives a normal life as an 18 year old on his senior year in high school. He's captain of the hockey team and all the girls want him. But Pierre is harbouring a secret. He thinks nothing could be worse than people finding out the truth... Until he meets a boy who makes him think maybe his secret isn't worth keeping after all...
Author's note: This is a shorter chapter, but I think I made the point I wanted to make.
Pierre
David had been acting strange all afternoon. He hadn't come to meet him in the caf, and when he saw him in soc, it looked like he'd been crying. They didn't speak in class or on the way home. When they finally got into the apartment, Pierre had had all he could take. He closed the door and looked at David who was just standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with his back turned to Pierre and arms crossed over his chest, like he was scared, or trying to protect himself. "David... please talk to me. What's wrong?" Pierre asked desperately. It was killing him seeing David like this and not being able to do anything to help. David turned around slowly.
"I... I just need a few minutes by myself." He said, nodding slowly, like he was trying to convince himself of it more than Pierre. Pierre gave David a desperate, hopeless look, begging him silently to talk to him... but David just turned, walked towards the bedroom, and close the door behind him.
David
David closed the door behind him, and knew he had to get started before he had a chance to think about what he was doing. If he did, it would tear him apart. But he had to do this for Pierre. He had to protect him. If people found out about them, Pierre's whole life would be destroyed. And he couldn't let that happen, no matter what the consequences. He moved silently to the half of the closet that had been his, taking out the backpack and suitcase he'd used to carry his things to Pierre's apartment in the first place. he opened them each on the bed, then moving slowly from the closet, to the dresser, to the night stand, he took out every single thing he owned and packed them neatly into the bags. Everything except for one small thing. David walked around the bed to Pierre's side, and stared down at his boyfriend's night stand. Reaching up, he removed the chain from around his neck and set it there in a neat pile. His dog tag. The one with "Team Demaa" engraved on it that his baby sister had got him for his birthday. It was the last present she'd ever gave him and he'd held on to it with dear life all this time. It made him feel like she was still with him. It stabbed and ripped and tore at him in every way to part with it, but at the same time... he was leaving Pierre. The greatest thing that had ever happened to him. The person who had brought him back to life and gave him a reason to believe in love again. And he couldn't do that without leaving some part of himself behind. David picked the necklace back up, kissed it silently, and set it back down, moving across the room. As he slung his backpack over his shoulders, and grabbed the handle for his wheeled suitcase, he moved to the door and turned around, taking one last look of the bedroom that had filled so many of his nights, and filled so many holes that had once been inside of him. He turned, and slowly opened the door, preparing himself for the nightmare that he was about to face.
As he slowly crossed the room, Pierre jumped off the couch, standing still with a long distance between them. He stopped walking and looked open mouthed, from David, to the suitcase, and back again. He looked like he was about to break down, and it tore apart David's insides. "Wh-wha...what are you doing?" Pierre asked weakly as his eyes filled with tears he'd obviously been trying to hold back. David looked down, as a tear of his own hit the floor. He didn't want Pierre to know why he was leaving... if he did, he'd try to stop him. But this was what was right for Pierre and David knew that he had to do it.
He spoke to the floor, not daring to meet Pierre's eyes, for chance of them changing his mind. "I'm so sorry..." David started as more tears fell. "I just... I have to go. Please don't ask me why. If you love me, you'll just let me go and understand that this is something I have to do..." David said, the last word coming out as a sob.
"But David-" Pierre started, his voice sounding desperate, broken, and heartbreaking. And that was why David just couldn't hear it.
"I'm sorry." David said quickly before rushing out of the apartment, and out of Pierre's life, running down the stairs, and out the building.
Pierre
It wasn't even a minute before Pierre was running to the door. The shock still hadn't subdued and he could barely think as he ran after his boyfriend. Tears were flowing freely from his face as he stumbled out the door, sobbing and frantically searching the hallways as he made his way downstairs, yelling David's name. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he knew he could keep running. Keep yelling. Keep searching. But it wouldn't make a difference. David was gone. And nothing Pierre said at this point would bring him back. Pierre's legs buckled, and he fell to the floor, leaning against a wall, and burying his face in his hands. He didn't care who saw. He didn't care about anything. He just sat there on the floor, a mess, sobbing into sleeves of his long sleeved shirt that still smelled like David. What could have made David do this? Why would he just all of a sudden get up and go? He'd told Pierre he loved him... that couldn't have meant nothing... could it? Pierre let out multiple loud sobs, wanting nothing more in this moment than to just curl up and die. He'd lost David. He'd lost the only thing that had ever meant anything to him. He'd lost his life. And what's the point in breathing if you have no life? Pierre didn't have any idea what to do. So he just sat there, on the floor in front of the door to his apartment building, crying.
He'd been there for what had felt like days, but was really only about 4 hours. He didn't ever want to move again. He felt paralysed in every part of his body. He didn't even flinch as the door opened and Maggie walked into the building. Maggie was a woman in her late 40s-early 50s, who lived on the same floor as Pierre. He used to talk to her all the time. They'd met the day he moved in, she was sweet to him and brought him over some food while he was unpacking. He took a break and they ate it together, while getting to know each other. Ever since then, she'd been coming over on the days Pierre was off work, or after he got home from school, just to talk. It was weird to think that an 18 year old boy could be friends with a middle-aged woman, but it really helped Pierre during the rough period he was going through to have someone to talk to. It wasn't until Pierre moved his head to look up and see that it was her, that he realized he hadn't really spoken with her since he started dating David. David... Pierre choked back a sob, but it still came out as this weird noise that almost sounded like a laugh.
Maggie looked jumped a little and turned to look down, clearly not having noticed Pierre until he startled her. She squinted her eyes and looked down closer into the darkness. "Pierre?" She asked. He'd already looked back down and dedicated himself to not moving again. He slowly moved his head up, giving Maggie the full view of the mess he'd become. Tears and all. She took a deep breath in and waved inwardly towards herself. "Come on sweetie... get up off the floor." She said.
Pierre didn't want to move. He just wanted to sit there until he starved to death and wait for someone to find his body. He just turned his head back down and waited for her to walk away. But she didn't. Before he knew it there was an arm supporting his back and another pulling on his arm. He stayed where he was, not needing much force to fight against her, until he decided getting off the floor really would be good for him, and he stood with her, and followed her up to her apartment.
Pierre was sitting on Maggie's couch, curled up with the blanket she'd put around him, when she came walking out of the kitchen and handed him a cup of hot chocolate. She'd always had that mothering instinct with him. Pierre's had stopped crying for the most part. His eyes felt raw, and single tears would just fall on their own when he blinked, but he'd stopped sobbing. Maggie sat down on the couch beside him, putting her elbow on the back of the couch and leaning on it, using her fist to support her head.
"So are you gonna tell me what's wrong? I've never seen you that upset. Not even after everything with your mom and dad." She said softly, trying to be sympathetic and not set anything off that would start him crying again.
"No..." Pierre answered. What was he supposed to tell her? It's not like she knew he was gay.
"Is this about your boyfriend?" She asked. Pierre's head snapped up in surprised. Or did she...?
"M-m-my what?" He asked nervously. Maybe she was just joking...
"Pierre honey, do you honestly think I don't see you walking in and out of the building with him every day? Holding hands, kissing..." She said. And to Pierre's surprise, she didn't sound angry. Or disappointed. Or even just a bit sad. She was... accepting. But something about her words hit a trigger inside Pierre. He would never have that again. He would never walk through the hallways of this building with his arm around David. Never hold David's hand... or kiss his lips... or stare into his perfect, beautiful hazel eyes...
Pierre let out a sob as more tears fell down his face. More sobs, more tears, and Pierre couldn't control it. He'd never hurt like this before in his life.
Maggie rubbed Pierre's back slowly. "It's okay honey... but are you gonna tell me what happened?" she asked tenderly.
Pierre stopped sobbing and looked forwards, into space. Tears were still running down his face and he drew in a shaky breath.
"I... I don't know..." He started, then looked at Maggie. "Maggie, I really don't know... one second everything was great and he was meeting me for lunch... and the next thing I know, he's packing his bags and running out of the apartment in tears." Pierre let out a breath, and the rest of his words came out high pitched, weak, and halfway between words and tears. "I don't even know where he went..." Pierre said sobbing into his cup. In that moment... he thought he might die.
David
David ran and ran until he reached his destination, and walked through the door. He reached into his backpack for the money he'd kept for emergencies and walked to the woman at the desk. With tears pouring down his face, and his eyeliner a runny mess, he asked her weakly, "M-may I p-p-please have a r-room?"
He walked into the hotel room he'd rented. It wasn't by any means extravagant or fancy... but it was enough to get him by until he could figure out just what he was going to do...
He dropped his bags the minute he got through the door, walked to the bed without bothering to turn on the lights, and curled up in a fetal positing... and he started to sob. First quietly... then louder. Until he couldn't hold anything back. Tears were streaming down his face as he clutched to his chest, and his sobs were practically screams. It was a horrible thing to say... but he hadn't even felt this destroyed when his sister died. He'd never ever felt any pain this intense. He knew he had to do it, to protect Pierre... but that didn't change the fact that he wanted nothing more than to just die...
The only thing that snapped David out of his devastated trance, was when his cell phone chimed and lit up with an incoming call from Pierre...