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This is the third Chapter to Broken
Daroch nudged me gently and pulled my arm. The first thing I saw when I hoped my eyes was his smiling face.
“Here’s your dinner, I swiped you a bit of chocolate cake too for afters.” I smiled at him. Daroch was always thinking of me, always taking care of me. I felt like saying ‘screw the dinner!’ and then jump on him….I somewhat frightened myself with that. Clearing my throat and getting that slightly horrifying thought out of my mind, I eased myself onto the floor and pulled the plate close to me to see what I could eat. Nothing. It was a salad. I didn’t want to show ill manners to Daroch though, so I ate some of the lettuce. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I felt I had to because Daroch was being so nice to me. Right away my stomach began to grumble because of the unfavourable food, I couldn’t eat anymore or I would get cramps for sure and I had no medicine with me. Daroch looked at me, to the plate, and back again.
“What’s wrong?”
“I….can’t eat it, I’m really sorry.” I hid my face from him. He simply grunted and pulled the plate away, then replaced it with the chocolate cake.
“Don’t tell me you can’t eat that.” He said smiling. I smiled back and ate the slice of cake; it was like heaven covered in chocolate sauce. Once I was finished I crawled over to Daroch’s bed and leaned against it, but then he helped me up and I sat on it. He sat and stared at me just smiling, I wondered why he was.
“How do you feel?” I smiled at him.
“Just fine. I feel much better now - ah!” I had spoken too soon and the terrible stomach cramps began again, it seemed that even the tiny portion of lettuce had upset it. I doubled over and closed my eyes trying to suppress it. For I moment I had forgotten all about Daroch, but then I felt his hand rubbing my back gently.
“Here, let me see.” He said and pushed me backwards so I was flat across the bed. Daroch pulled my top up a bit, and then he began to massage the lower part of my stomach. It felt so good and the pain was actually fading, there had never been a good way to get rid of it, save the medicine. It was then that I started to feel uncomfortable; the one person making me better is the one person that I dream about. I frowned and closed my eyes; I didn’t want to feel this not right now anyway. I wanted to push him away and then hide myself from him.
“How does that feel? Any better?” I couldn’t talk; I was too embarrassed to talk to him. I made a noise with my throat answering his question. For a moment he stopped massaging and did nothing, his hands resting on my stomach.
“You’re awfully thin Kenshi. Shouldn’t you try to eat the rest of your dinner?” I didn’t want to move or speak just lie there, happily. His soft warm hands were resting on my stomach, I liked it.
“It’s the vegetables that give me stomach cramp.” I said quickly.
“Oh I see, you’ve never told me that before you know. I always thought it was random but really? Its vegetables that do it? That’s odd; you must have a very sensitive stomach lining.” I smiled at his useless information.
“Yeah, must have.” I felt his hands moving again, moving upwards across my stomach to tentatively rub my ribs with his finger tips. I gasped and took his hands pushing them away, sitting up. He stared at me for a moment and then he wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled into him. He smiled and nudged his nose into my face.
‘Is it happening? Is Daroch falling for me as well? Does he feel the same way?’
I thought. I wanted to kiss him, more than anything I wanted to kiss him. I couldn’t though, couldn’t find the courage to. I felt his head turn and felt his lips brushing against my forehead, they were soft and smooth. I felt the lips pucker and he pressed gently against me, he kissed my forehead. I shivered at the delicious sound his lips made when he pulled away and replaced the lips with his cheek.
‘He does! He kissed me! He must love me!’
I almost wanted to cry, I wanted to hug and kiss him. I snuggled farther into him, wanting to hear his heart beating, wanting to know if it was fast. It was. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time and kiss him all over. Then a terrible thought came upon me.
‘What if it is a dream? What if it is all a dream and none of it is happening?’
I felt tears welling up in my eyes, now I knew I knew it was a dream. Anything like this could only happen in a dream. I suddenly lost all hope and started to cry, I knew none of it was real and I was going to wake up soon. Daroch pushed me away a little and lifted my heavy head, he looked concerned.
“What’s wrong? What is it, you can tell me.”
‘But it’s so real….so very real….’
I whimpered and wiped my face.
“I….I just know that I’m dreaming. None of this can be true, it’s too perfect….” I could hardly breathe from the hard knot in my throat. Daroch wiped away a tear on my cheek with his thumb and lifted my head. He placed his face close to mine and started laughing.
“Don’t be such a silly little girl, why this all of a sudden? A minute ago I thought I’d never get you off of me. Why did you change so suddenly?”
“It’s….it’s a dream….” Daroch sighed and wiped a strand of red hair from his face, his nose was only a few inches away from mine. The urge to kiss him now was unbearable, I had to do something, something before the dream ended and I woke up. I touched his lips tentatively, stroking the soft delicate skin with one finger. I started to breathe slightly heavier now, I could feel the pressure building and building, oh how I wanted to kiss him. Daroch took my hand and pulled it down to his chest, and then he leaned forward his lips almost touching mine. I eased forward too and our lips touched, I felt his beautiful silky lips pressing against mine. It only lasted a few seconds, both of us shocked by it. Then Daroch moved forward again slowly, letting go of my hand and placing his on the back of my head. I moved my arm up so it wrapped around his neck, it was heaven. Our lips mingled with each other, playfully nipping and licking to enhance the experience. Daroch started to giggle. Positioning himself so that he was a little lower than me, he made us fall onto the bed. We stopped for a moment and laughed; Daroch stroked my face and gently kissed my cheek. I moved close to him and wrapped my arms around him; my face was buried deep into his chest. I wanted to sleep, wanted to sleep in his arms and feel safe. I heard Daroch give a kind of gasp and he jumped a little, then he pushed me away his face now very pink.
“I need to make you up a bed, I won’t be a minute.” I watched him walk to the closet and pull out a thick winter sheet; he laid it on the ground. Then he pulled out some pillows and a smaller sheet, gently pulling all of it to opposite his bed. He looked at me and smiled.
“Better than a sofa I think. It’s much warmer in here also.” I nodded and smiled at him. This was nice, but I still didn’t understand why he had suddenly become so bashful. The storm outside was getting really bad, no longer just heavy rain but a thundering catastrophe with spikes of lightening darting across the sky every now and then. As I stared out of the window I gulped and shivered. I had always been afraid of thunderstorms, I was older now but still I got a deep chill when they were overhead. Daroch squatted down beside me and rubbed my shoulders.
“Are you cold? Here.” He wrapped the blanket around me and laid me down, tucking me in and stroking my head before leaving the room. He turned the light out, I wish he hadn’t. The light from the window shone down on me, and even though I was terrified my eyelids became heavy and I slept.
When I woke I was in my room, I got up and walked to the window to find it was sunny.
‘Did my dad pick me up or something? Why am I here?’
I stopped and placed my hand to my cheek, the cheek that Daroch had kissed.
‘It….it really was a dream….wasn’t it….’
I made my way downstairs slowly, not wanting to think about anything other than going to school, another thing being that I didn’t know what time it was. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw my father in the living room with Simone. I stopped and hid behind the door trying to see and hear what they were doing.
“Yes I know that Kenshi is a big problem for you, I realise that.” She said taking a sip of wine from a special glass that only my mother used.
“Yes he’s quite troubling; he’s getting worse in school too. I heard that he was so rude to a teacher that he nearly punched him.” I gasped and sank down to the floor.
‘How did he hear of that? Did the school phone him or something?’
“Yes….quite boisterous. Well since his mother died it’s the only thing he is capable of, able parent that you are, you cannot control a boy like him.” My father nodded and took a sip from his glass.
“There’s also the topic of that boyfriend of his.” My father said placing the glass to his lips once again, although not sipping. Gulping.
‘Daroch?!’
I almost screamed as I heard the words coming from his mouth ‘That boyfriend of his.’ Did he know?
“Yes….I don’t think he should get involved with that boy…he’s too….desperate, you know the only thing that boys his age are interested in.”
“Yes, you should mention that in the session, though I doubt he’ll believe anything you say.”
“I know. I shall have to try connecting with him, make him like me.”
“I did ask him to get along with you, but he didn’t want to cooperate.”
“Well…it’ll just make the news more of a shock then wont it?”
“Yes, what wondrous news…he won’t like it but I’ll be dammed if the wedding is put off because of that little bastard.” I almost screamed. I had to cover my mouth so that I wouldn’t; I wanted to scream and run over and rip that awful woman’s hair out.
‘Wedding? Wedding?! No, no, no, no, no!! That can’t happen! It can’t it just can’t!!’
I saw them both raise their glasses and say in unison ‘To Us’. They drank the rest of their wine and then wrapped their arms around each other, they were about to close in for a kiss. I closed my eyes tightly and screamed.
I kept on screaming until I heard until I felt a familiar feeling against my face, a soft warmness that calmed me. Taking heavy breaths I looked up and saw Daroch, he was rocking me and whispering sweet gentle words to try and calm me. I took a deep breath and held it, counted to 10 and then let it whoosh out. Daroch snuggled his face into mine and I could feel his body lose tension. He nudged his nose into my cheek and kissed it, and then he sighed closing his eyes. I figured he would be tired, his body was so tense and stiff he must have been comforting me for ages. The dream had frightened me intensely, I wasn’t sure if I would get back to sleep, even if I didn’t I fairly happy to watch Daroch sleeping as he looked so sweet and innocent. I stroked his head and thought to myself.
‘Why am I feeling things for him now? I shouldn’t…..should I? We’ve been friends as far back as I can remember….so why? Why now?’
The thoughts swirled around my head until I couldn’t concentrate, and fell into a deep pit of darkness.
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When I woke Daroch wasn’t by my side. I looked around for him but he obviously wasn’t in the room. It was then that I heard foot steps along the corridor, and the chapping on the door.
“Kenshi, your dad is here. Please get ready and then I’ll take you downstairs.” I didn’t want it to be true, I didn’t want my father to come and take me away, take me away from the happiness I felt with Daroch. I got my clothes on as slow as I could manage and then sighed.
“I’m ready now.” Daroch came in and made a weak smile. He walked over to face me and then took my hands in his.
“I enjoyed yesterday, last night. It was….special.” I nodded and smiled.
“I enjoyed it too.” I tired to smile but it was hard. Daroch leaned in close to my face and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. What we had was special, it was going to last I knew that. I just didn’t want to leave now. It was Wednesday now, so the appointment with Simone was tomorrow. I gave him a hug and we walked out of the room and downstairs.
“Ah, are you alright Kenshi?” asked my father. I wanted to cling to Daroch, never letting go.
“Yes.”
“Alright then, let’s get going.” I didn’t want to leave; I wanted to stay with him, but my father pulled at my arm and I had to. The car ride home was a nightmare; my father tapped the steering wheel nervously. There was no music, but that was even worse.
“Um….did…you have fun?”
“Yes…”
“Good….um…I’m glad to hear that.”
“Yes…” I sighed loudly. I turned my face away from him I didn’t want to listen to him trying to be a parent; I hated it when he did. There was a time when I could speak to my father about anything, but as soon as I hit my teens it all went down the pan. He stopped talking to me eventually and I only stared out of the window, hoping that the rain would stop soon.
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There.