Generation 4, Chapter 14, Pt 1/2

Attention: Long chapter, lots of stuff to absorb.
Also, a special guest star, Gerard McClaren, from LateKnightSimmer’s apocalypse/rainbowcy. Thanks again for letting me use the doctor from your story to be the doctor in this chapter!

Enjoy <3

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I was happy when I woke up today because I had planned on visiting Isaiah again when I went out to get more supplies for Jody and I. I haven’t gone home as much as I had told Isaiah I would, today being only my third visit in almost five weeks all together and I felt bad about not upholding to what I had told him, but I was surprised to learn that he didn’t seem to mind as much as I thought he would. It was lonely without him and I hated being around Jody more than him, but the past two visits we’ve had were unforgettable and I even kind of liked that we were away from one another, making it seem like we were in our dating days all over again before we moved in together and despite us both hating the separation, it seemed that both of us found a little excitement in it, as well. The first time I had gone out to visit Isaiah, as well as stock the cabin with food and other stuff for Jody and I when we had first arrived here, when I had come back from seeing him, I could tell that Jody was suspicious of me already, which ultimately made me decide that trying to visit Isaiah every few days like I had wanted to would be completely out of the question and I’ve resulted in spending a lot more time with her than him just to make her become less suspicious, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was working or not..

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Most of the days, we would just watch television or go on walks through the woods on the large property together, treating it like a camping trip and bonfires seemed to be a favorite for hers when it was late at night before we’d go to bed. We’ve learned little about one another, probably because I was never really willing to share anything with her whenever she asked and the only things I’d usually talk about was how I liked to swim and how I usually always stayed up late at night, either studying or doing nothing at all.. It helped explain to her why I stayed up later than she did and why I usually always slept on the couch without coming out and saying that I hated the thought of sharing a bed with her. Throughout the days together, I just acted as if we roommates and nothing more, mostly keeping to myself and trying to occupy myself without her, but she liked to do the opposite.. Making breakfast almost every morning, wanting to have normal, breakfast conversations, bullshit back and forth about whatever we were watching on the television like a happy couple, just everyday normal things.. She treated this situation like she was six years old and playing ‘house’ with her Barbies, trying to be perfect and I was more like Stretch Armstrong than Ken, getting pulled every which way though not ever enough to a breaking point. But, there was nothing normal about this, and I found it difficult at times to act like everything was completely fine.. I was starting to get worn out and I didn’t know how much longer I could stretch before I just couldn’t take it anymore.

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Today, Jody seemed different, however, more chipper than usual, as if she had won a prize or as if she had accomplished something she never thought she’d be able to. She constantly had a smile on her face, continuously talking to the baby under her breath even though I was in the room with her as she did mundane things that no one should find pleasure in doing, but she did. 

“How are you this morning?” I asked, curious as to why she was in such a good mood.

“I don’t know how to describe it exactly.. It’s as if you and I are the only ones left on Earth and we have it all to ourselves. It’s all ours and nothing is going to stop the three of us anymore. We can just be together, you know?” She expressed happily and I grew a little confused.

“What do you mean ‘anymore’?” I asked and she looked at me as she smiled and shook her head.

“Nothing..” She replied, “Are you going to the store today?” She changed the subject.

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“Uh, yeah..”

“While you’re out, can you get something special for dinner? Maybe steak or lamb?” She questioned and I didn’t see a problem with it.

“Sure, I could do that.. What’s the occasion?” I asked, seeing her smile more.

“Us, silly. The baby will be here any day now, who knows when we’ll get time alone again like this once they’re born,” she explained, “Besides, we’re only going to be here for a few more days, right? It would be stupid of us to be here when my water breaks, we’re too far away from a hospital.. So, I guess this is somewhat a ‘last supper’ kind of thing,” she implied and I grew a little nervous, knowing that she knew nothing about my intention of keeping her here, but how would I get her to stay now that she assumes we’re leaving?

“Oh, uhm.. Yeah.. Good idea,” I replied, deciding to agree to it just to make her happy.

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After breakfast, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, but before I did, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, comfortable enough to check it without Jody trying to snoop on me and I checked to see if Isaiah had said anything to me. I had sent him a text when I had woken up around eight, letting him know that I was planning on coming home today and usually he would’ve texted me back by now, seeing as it was almost eleven, but still nothing.. I wondered if he was still sleeping and I wanted to call him, but I didn’t want to wake him up just in case he was. I decided to wait a little longer, assuming he was still sleeping and I had a good feeling that by the time I’d be done with my shower, he’d have texted me back.

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However, after my shower, I checked my phone eagerly now that it was closer to eleven thirty, but still nothing. I didn’t want to worry, I’d feel stupid if I did, but if he didn’t text me by noon, I’d have to call him just to calm my nerves, as well as just to let him know that I was on my way home.. If I waited passed noon, that only meant less time together and there wasn’t much of a point in driving all the way out there if I didn’t at least get an hour with him.

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I left the bathroom and sat within the living room, watching television with Jody and after about five minutes on the couch, Jody touched my leg forcefully.

Hey, are you okay? You’re leg is going crazy,” she said with a soft smile and I didn’t even know that I had a restless leg. It must’ve been annoying her..

“Oh.. Yeah, I’m fine.. I didn’t even notice I was doing it.. Sorry,” I replied.

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“It’s okay. You seem like you’re waiting for something, or waiting to do something..?” She implied, but I shook my head.

“No, I-I’m not,” I replied, my nerves getting to me and I couldn’t help but constantly want to glance at my phone since I always kept my sound off as well as the vibrate so Jody would never think I was talking to anyone, but I left it in my pocket as I struggled through the urge.

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I watched television with Jody for a while longer, constantly glancing down at her hand that she had left on my leg and after about fifteen more minutes of sitting there, still anxious and ready to jump out of my skin, I needed to get out of here.

“You know what? I’m just going to go to the store now.. Get it out of the way,” I brought up, springing up quickly from the couch and walking towards the door.

“Oh, okay. Drive safe,” she replied and I didn’t even bother acknowledging her before grabbing her car keys and walking out the door.

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The moment I got outside, I pulled my phone from my pocket and it was a few minutes before noon, but still, Isaiah hadn’t said anything back to me and as I climbed into Jody’s car and started it, I decided to try calling him and I didn’t care about waking him up any longer. As I pulled out of the driveway and down the road, I noticed that his phone didn’t even ring and it went straight to his voicemail.

Hey, you’ve reached Isaiah’s cell. If this is a supplier, please call the bar, it’s much easier to reach me there during business hours. If this is a friend, then just leave a message and I’ll call you back when I get a chance. Thanks.” -beep-

“Hey, it’s me.. Are you still sleeping? What’s going on? I’m on my way home and wanted to give you a heads up, but you’re not answering your phone.. Uhm.. I’ll try again when I’m half way there, but just call me back, okay? I love you.”

I left a message, but that still didn’t calm my nerves like I had thought it would.

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Half way home, I tried calling him again like I said I would, but still no answer and I drove even faster the rest of the way home, arriving at my normal spot that I parked Jody’s car at and taking a cab the rest of the way like I had been. I got to the condo around one-forty thanks to my quick driving and I ran upstairs to the second floor, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

“Isaiah?” I called out, listening for a moment, but the condo was silent.

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I quickly searched the first floor of our place and ran upstairs next, checking the bedroom and hoping to see him either still sleeping or getting ready for work, but the bed was empty and untouched. He wasn’t home. He didn’t normally ever open the bar before three and he never had anything to do beforehand besides sleep in and get dressed for work, so where was he? And why wasn’t he answering his phone?

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I remembered that I had Gavin’s number, Isaiah’s bar manager, just in case of situations like these and I pulled my phone out of my pocket, calling him quickly. I paced around the room and after about three rings, he answered.

Hello?”

“Gavin? It’s Oliver.”

“Ahh, shit..” He let out with a sigh and I grew more uneasy than I already was.

“What is it? Do you know where Isaiah is?”

“He told me not to call you.”

“Well, I’m the one calling you. Now tell me what’s going on,” I demanded.

“Look.. He’s going to kill me for talking you, he told me not to so he didn’t worry you..”

“I was already worried before I called you, so tell me this second just what the hell’s going on or I’ll tell him you deliberately did call me,” I threatened and he sighed again.

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“Okay, just don’t let him fire me, all right? I really like working there and if he found out-“

“Gavin..” I warned him.

“Okay, okay! I’ll just tell you everything he told me, which wasn’t much.. Apparently there was some kind of scuffle between him and a few random guys, he got jumped in the parking lot of the bar last night after everyone had gone home.. He’s at the hospital right now and he was forced by the police to close the bar for a few days.. That’s all that I know, Oliver,” he replied and I couldn’t even describe how fast my heart was beating, “Oliver..? You okay?” He questioned, but I hung up on him immediately and raced out of the bedroom and down the stairs to leave the condo and make my way to the hospital.

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The hospital was only a few blocks away and I didn’t even think to get a cab, I very well could’ve left our front door wide open and completely forgot to close it, too, but I couldn’t focus on anything else right now. As I ran, barely missing people from knocking them over, I couldn’t contain everything that was detonating in my mind. This was no damn coincidence. Who did I know that hated someone as good as Isaiah? Jody. Who the hell wanted him out of the damn picture? Jody. Who had connections to Thomas, the only guy who absolutely loved to see me suffer and what better way to do it by hurting the one closest to me? Jody. Everything pointed to her. Everything. I couldn’t go a day without her piercing my mind in some way, either living in fear with her, or living in fear of her next move, but this has gone too far. Way, way too far. She must’ve known I lied about leaving Isaiah for her, she must’ve known it the whole time.. I knew I couldn’t trust her having her phone, so why the hell did I give it to her and think she wouldn’t use it to stay in connection with her brother? Why the hell did I trust her? I’m such an idiot.. This is all my fault. 

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I reached the hospital’s automatic doors and they couldn’t open quick enough, squeezing through the second it was wide enough for me to and I panted harshly as I reached the front desk.

I took a moment to catch my breath, unable to speak even if I wanted to and the woman behind the counter stared at me until I could talk, “I..Isaiah.. Yamato,” I struggled to speak, “What room?”

“Uhm.. Let me check, hold on,” she replied wearily, glancing at me questionably as she typed on her computer and I still tried to catch my breath after running about six blocks.. Okay, maybe the hospital wasn’t that close, but I had made it here quicker than any cab could.

“He’s in room two-fourteen, second floor. But, you should know tha-” I didn’t let her finish, going straight for the elevator, “Hey!” She called out, but I pressed the ‘up’ button what seemed like eighty times and I stepped in once the doors opened.

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Once the doors opened on the second floor, I quickly stepped out and ran down the hall.

Hey! No running!” A disgruntled nurse called out and I lessened my run to a gentle jog, finally reaching room two-fourteen and I touched the door, but took one more moment to catch my breath before I walked in.

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I didn’t know what to say to him, I didn’t even know what kind of condition he was in or if he was even awake.. I decided that before I walked in, I wanted to know the details on paper so I could prep myself for whatever I was about to walk in on, looking around until I had spotted a doctor and I stepped up to the first one I saw.

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“Are you Isaiah Yamato’s doctor?” I wondered, seeing the man look to me and he smiled.

“Why yes, I’m Dr. McClaren. You must be his husband, Oliver, yes?” He assumed and I was a little thrown off by him saying such a thing, but for formalities sake, I might not have been able to see him if I wasn’t his spouse or immediate family.. Isaiah saying that meant he knew I’d come eventually, and since he was talking, he must be in at least decent condition, right?

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“Uh.. Yeah, I am.. Is he okay? What happened?”

“Well, he has a lot of bruising, mostly to this face and torso. Two of the ribs on his right side are broken and we had to give him a few stitches on the inside of his cheek from cutting it on his teeth. He’s on a lot of pain medication, so he might be a little out of it when you talk to him.. He shouldn’t be in much pain anymore, though, as long as he keeps taking the pain killers, which he will definitely want to do. I want to keep him for the next few days, keep an eye on him, but he should be able to come home after the weekend, probably by Monday,” he replied and only a slight bit of relief hung in the sigh I had let out.

“So, I can go see him?” I asked and he nodded.

“Of course.. That is, if he wants to see you. I don’t know how you found out he was here, he told us specifically not to contact you unless he got worse, but I think it’s good that you’re here. He’s been a little, well.. Irritable? I thought being on the pain killers would make him rather happy and transcendent, but apparently not.. Does he not particularly like hospitals? Do they make him nervous?”

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“Uhm, well.. He, thankfully, hasn’t needed to be admitted into a hospital for anything serious like this, so I never really talked about it with him.. I don’t think so, though.”

“I see. Either way, hopefully you can bring his spirits up, it really boosts the healing process,” he replied with a warm smile and I nodded.

“All right, I’ll try my best.. Thanks,” I answered, watching as he then continued what he was doing and I turned back to face Isaiah’s door.

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I walked to his door and opened it, stepping in slowly and there was a curtain up, blocking me from seeing him at first.

“Go away.. I told you people a million times, I don’t need any more of that stuff you call food here,” I heard him express in irritation and it was nice to hear his voice, even if he sounded annoyed. I slowly shut the door behind me, hoping that he’d be happy to see me, but I knew he’d be mad that I was here since he had been trying to hide it from me. I was a little angry, myself, knowing he didn’t want me to come here and see him like this and for making me so worried, but I didn’t hold it against him since I had done the same thing to him whenever I got beat up at school and I’d avoid him until I didn’t have a black eye anymore.. I suppose we did it for each other, not wanting to hurt one another by having to see us go through any sort of pain.

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“..It’s me,” I voiced softly, the room falling silent for a long moment, but, the silence eventually bothered me and I felt that I needed to say something else, “Are you okay?” I asked, not hearing him respond for a few long seconds, but eventually I heard him speak up again.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

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“I told you yesterday that I was probably coming home today, but when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I came out anyway to see what was going on.. I called Gavin and made him tell me, so don’t be mad at him,” I replied, hearing him sigh heavily.

“My phone must be dead in my pants pocket,” he explained himself, “Well, you’re here now, so come out from behind the curtain,” he instructed and although I was nervous to, not wanting to see him in this condition, I did as he said and I stepped around the curtain towards his bed.

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Initially, I was in shock when seeing his face all bruised, my heart sinking into my stomach with guilt knowing that this was all my fault and Isaiah seemed to be embarrassed by how he looked, averting his eyes to his lap as he struggled to sit up within the bed.

told Gavin not to say anything.. Just because I hate seeing you like that,” he said softly.

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“Like what? Worried? Hating myself because this happened to you because of me? None of this was your fault.. It’s all mine. And I hate seeing you like this, too, but hiding it from me was useless and it only made me worry more in the end,” I stressed and he looked back up to me, his expression a little angered.

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“And I’m sorry about that, but this isn’t your fault, either! And that’s exactly why I didn’t want to say anything to you, because you’d blame yourself, you always do. The actions of other people never falls on your back, you really need to realize that,” he argued and it was painful for me to look at him, let alone be criticized and I dropped my gaze from him. I heard him sigh heavily once again, “I didn’t mean to yell at you.. I’m sorry,” he spoke with remorse.

“It’s okay..”

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Come over here, I missed you,” he instructed and I wanted to smile, but I still couldn’t as I looked to him, walking over to him and I sat down next to him on his bed.

“I’ve missed you, too.. And you never answered me before.. Are you okay? Are you in a lot of pain?” I asked with concern.

“I’m fine, really. Nothing I can’t handle. You always worry too much,” he said with a smirk, bringing his hand up to my face and caressing my cheek.

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I brought my hand up to grab his, pulling it to my lips and I kissed his palm warmly for a long moment before holding his hand against my cheek again, “How can I not worry? Look at you.. Can I even touch you, or will I just hurt you?” I wondered.

Isaiah smiled softly, “You can touch me whenever you want, no matter what condition I’m in,” he confirmed and I smirked briefly, “I’m actually really glad you’re here now, I already feel a million times better,” he said, as if he was finally thankful that Gavin had told me where he was despite him specifically telling him not to and I was happy that Gavin was able to give me the answers I was looking for so I could be here, too.

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I then felt his hand leave my cheek, bringing his other hand to the back of my head and pulling my lips into his for a long moment. Every single time I left him to go back to my uncle’s, it almost seemed like an impossible task and I’d start missing him even if I was still in his arms. I wished I didn’t have to keep myself from him, I wanted all of this to be over so I could be with him like I wanted to be so badly, but it wasn’t that easy.. Nothing in my life was easy anymore, but the only one that managed to put back the pieces in the right place in this puzzling life of mine was Isaiah.

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He pulled away from me slowly as smiled as he looked to me, “Can I ask you something?” He wondered and I nodded.

“Of course.. Anything.”

“Now that I’m the one hurt, are you going to come home and take care of me?” He implied flirtatiously with a grin and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, knowing he was trying to cheer me up.. That, or just trying to help me get rid of the worry that was tattooed on my face.

“Even in pain, you still try to find the pleasure in it, huh?” I replied with a smile.

“You know it,” he answered, pulling me back into his lips for a brief moment before pulling away.

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“Oh, and, uhm.. By the way.. Husband..? Really?” I questioned and he let out an embarrassed laugh, glancing down at his lap.

“Sorry.. I didn’t think they’d let you see me if I didn’t say that to them, whenever you’d eventually find out I was here,” he replied, looking back up to me with a smirk.

“It’s all right.. I kind of liked not denying it when they asked.. It had a nice ring to it,” I implied and I could tell by the face he made that he was smitten by my words.

“Well, maybe we’ll actually make that happen one day,” he answered and now I was the one looking away bashfully.

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But, that conversation was for another time and there were still a few things I wanted answers to, Isaiah seeming to notice when my expression went worried, yet again, “What the hell happened to you?” I asked, Isaiah seeming to be trying to avoid the subject, his view going to his lap again.

“I, uh.. I don’t know..”

“What don’t you know? You were jumped.. And your bar is being closed off by the police? What’s that all about?”

“Well, yeah, I was jumped, but I don’t want you to overreact if I tell you who it was,” he replied and my expression grew questionable.

“Why would I overreact..? Just tell me, I want to know what happened to you..”

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“Fine..” He finally caved, hesitating a moment before continuing, “It was Thomas, Jody’s brother, and a few of his friends,” he finally admitted and I knew it had to have been him all along, but I couldn’t even prepare myself for the rage I felt when I heard Isaiah actually confirm it. Anger fueled me when I realized that Jody really was behind all of this.. She must’ve been talking to Thomas on her cell phone without me noticing, knowing now that she probably had Thomas spying on us since she couldn’t do it herself since she was with me. 

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Isaiah continued, “I was outside throwing out trash behind the bar and he showed up with two of his friends.. He threatened me, told me lies about you, saying that you’ve been with Jody this whole time, then he told me to dump you so that Jody could have you.. But, when I refused, they did this. Or, well.. Just Thomas did,” he implied, talking about his injuries and I only grew angrier the more he talked.

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“That bitch..” I said quietly, “That fucking bitch!” I then yelled angry, pulling away from Isaiah and standing from the bed to go to the door.

“Oliver, where are you going? Hey!” Isaiah tried to stop me and I heard him let out a groan in pain from exerting so much air from his lungs against his broken ribs, causing me to stop before I left and I looked back at him to make sure he was okay, but I couldn’t ignore this, I wouldn’t let myself.

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“I’m going to kill Thomas, that’s where I’m fucking going!” I yelled angrily, going for the door again, but he continued to try and stop me.

“Oliver, stop!” He said with more demand and I decided to listen, looking back at him again, “You can’t. As much as I like you wanting to avenge me or whatever this is, you just can’t.”

“And why the hell not!? Look at what he did to you! I’ll never forgive him! It’s fucking bullshit and I’m going to kill both of them! I’m going to his place right now and I’m going to-”

“He’s already dead, Oliver!” Isaiah said and I stopped my train of thought, looking to Isaiah with widened eyes and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. 

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“What..?”

“He’s dead. I never finished my story about what happened.. That’s why the police are closing off my bar, because it’s a crime scene. I knew you would overreact, I didn’t want to tell you beca-”

“Overreact? If anything, wanting to just kill him is under reacting! Look at you! Bruised like crazy, broken fucking ribs?! Even if he is dead I want to rip his fucking lungs out so he can’t even breath when he’s in hell!” I yelled, none of my words making sense anymore.

“Calm down, all right? Come back over here and sit down,” he asked of me, grinding my teeth together in anger and I didn’t even know where to begin to try and calm down, “Please?” He encouraged, but I couldn’t do it.

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“No.. I can’t stand for this. I won’t. It’s all because of Jody.. Because she can’t get over me, so she sends her brother to do this? To threaten what she thinks is between us? The one thing I care about? She still can’t get it through her fucked up head that there is no us, there never was to begin with! She’s gone way too far and I won’t let her get away with this,” I spoke with determination, but he wasn’t having any of it, continuing to try and calm me down.

“Oliver, will you please come over here? ..Please,” he nearly begged and I sighed in aggravation, but before I could walk over to him, a nurse came in with concern in her eyes.

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“Is everything okay in here?” She questioned and I couldn’t even answer her, I was too angry to acknowledge anyone else and I turned away from her.

“Yeah, we’re fine, thank you,” Isaiah replied to her with urgency.

“Okay..” I heard her answer, hearing her then slowly stepping back out of the room and the door eventually shut to give us privacy once again.

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“You need to calm down or else they’ll make you leave and I don’t want you to go yet. I don’t want you to do anything stupid, either, because you’re so angry. Come over here and lie down with me,” he instructed and I sighed heavily, unable to stop grinding my teeth in anger, “Come on, I know you want to,” he continued, seeing him smirk and he was careful with himself as he scooted over to make room for me.

“You’re not the one that should be so worried about me, it should be the other way around,” I answered.

“Would you just get over here already? Stop being so damn stubborn and comfort the one you say you care about so much,” he taunted, and of course, I caved in to him.

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I stepped over to the side of his bed again and sat down, facing away from him and not lying down like he had asked, my leg beginning to bounce restlessly again, “I can’t lay down. I’m way too pissed,” I replied and I heard him sigh in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll let you calm down a little on your own, then,” he replied and we sat in silence for a few long minutes. And, after those few long minutes, only able to calm down a small amount, he spoke again, “If you’re okay with it, can I ask you something again?” He wondered.

“Sure..”

“Well, Thomas had told me something.. I didn’t believe him and I don’t want to now, but, I mostly just want to ask because I’d rather hear it from you than him,” he began and although I was still completely enraged, I couldn’t help but grow a little nervous on top of it by how he had worded himself.

“..Okay.”

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Isaiah hesitated a moment, probably working up the courage to ask me whatever it was he wanted to know, “Are you.. Are you seeing Jody behind my back?” He wondered and my heart began beating a little faster.

“Seeing her? As in.. What?” I asked in return, still unable to face him.

“You know, seeing her.. Romantically?” He questioned and I finally faced him with wide, surprised eyes.

“No! God, no! I don’t look at her like that at all! I never even got a chance to be able to before she took advantage of me. That’s one thing you can be damn sure about.. Why the hell would you ask that, especially after my mini freak out? I could never even fathom something like that after what she’s done to me, to you,” I replied, seeing him nod and he looked back down at his lap.

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“I don’t know why I asked that, I’m sorry. I didn’t let Thomas get to me last night, I don’t know why I’m letting him now,” he said as if he was disappointed with himself.

“It’s okay.. Is there anything else?” I asked.

“Just one more thing,” he replied, “Are you really going to your Uncle’s place?” He questioned next, looking back up to me.

“Yes, I really am,” I replied without hesitating. It felt really good to finally be able to tell him the truth about something, the way he worded his questions made it easy for me to be able to avoid lying, but I hated that he felt like he had to ask the questions he did..

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“I don’t love anyone else but you. You’re the only one I ever want to be with and I couldn’t even imagine being happy with anyone else,” I spoke the absolute truth and I watched him smirk.

“I won’t ever question that again,” he replied.

“Good,” I answered, leaning in to kiss his lips again and just from a simple kiss, I felt a lot better and he helped my anger decrease immensely. The longer we remained lip-locked, softly massaging our lips together, the more I could feel the exhales from his nostrils getting heavier and more stifled and I wondered if he was having a hard time breathing or if he was just getting excited. But, that question was answered when I felt the hand he had on my leg venture up and he gripped the inside of my thigh, causing my entire body to tense up.

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I pulled away from the kiss, looking at him suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

“Nothin’..” He replied innocently and I chuckled softly.

“How could you possibly be horny right now?”

“How could you not? It’s been a little over a week since I last saw you and I want to spend time with you. Just trying to make the best of this situation, I guess. You should get rid of some of that stress and pent up anger, too,” he replied, feeling his hand massaging the inside of my thigh softly, but I reached down to relocate it so it couldn’t venture up any higher.

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“Well, you’re going to have to wait until you’re released, because hospitals do not get me in the mood,” I answered and he pouted slightly.

“Oh, come on.. Just lock the door and take your pants off. You’re going to have to get on top and do all the work, though, because I’m hurt and can’t move and you need to take care of me,” he teased and I laughed, then leaned in closer towards him.

“I’ll take care of you plenty when we get home,” I teased back and I noticed a spark of excitement in his eyes before I leaned in more and kissed him again.

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However, before we could fully enjoy one another’s lips once more, we heard the door to his room open, “All right, Mr. Yamato, the nurse said that-” A woman’s voice spoke and she stopped her words as we pulled away from one another, Oh.. Sorry, gentleman. I didn’t mean to interrupt the healing process,” she implied and I grew a little embarrassed, though Isaiah just seemed angry that she had barged in on our time together.

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“What the hell do you want?” Isaiah spoke with aggravation.

“Well, the nurse said that you were awake finally, so I thought we’d get your statement now. You know, just get it over with and get the paper work out of the way so you can rest and just focus on recovering,” the woman replied and I stood from the bed, looking to the woman questionably since I had thought it was either a nurse or a doctor, but she sounded more like a cop.

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The woman looked to me with a smirk when I had faced her, “Oliver Dubois, is it?”

“Yeah..? And?” I questioned shortly, not liking that she knew my name already.

“Well, how lucky of me to be able to run into you here so I don’t have to go tracking you down,” she replied and I furrowed my brow towards her in confusion.

“What do you mean? What do you need me for?”

“All in good time, Mr. Dubois,” she answered, then put her attention towards Isaiah.

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Can I call you Isaiah? Drop the formalities?” She questioned and he sighed.

“Sure, why not. Let’s just get this over with,” he answered.

“Well, I’m Detective Amelia Winchester. Would you like Oliver to wait outside while we chat, or would you like him present?” She asked and Isaiah looked up to me.

“He can stay,” he answered and I smirked towards him.

“All right, well.. Pull up a chair, Oliver, or sit behind that curtain, whatever you want to do,” the detective instructed and I stepped away from the side of the bed, going over towards the examination table and sitting on top of it. 

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The detective grabbed a chair from behind the curtain, pulling it around and towards Isaiah’s bed and she took a seat comfortably, her back towards me and I liked that Isaiah wanted me to stay.. He hadn’t told me everything that had happened in detail and I had to admit that I really wanted to find out.

“Don’t get angry again, all right?” Isaiah said with a grin towards me and I rolled my eyes with a smirk on my lips.

“Oh, you already told him what had happened?” The detective wondered.

“Just the gist of things.”

“All right, well.. Whenever you want to begin, I’m ready,” Detective Winchester instructed, “Just start at the beginning, right after you closed the bar,” she gave Isaiah a place to start and I watched as Isaiah took a moment to himself to remember everything that had happened.

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“Well.. Thomas and his friends had showed up before closing time, even. I didn’t know who they were at the time and my bar has a rather strict dress code, so their attire alone wouldn’t get them inside. It was obvious that they had been drinking before they had shown up, too.. They gave my coat check a hard time and I stepped in because her telling them to leave wasn’t good enough. I asked them to leave at least three times. They refused, but eventually they left when I wouldn’t let them in.”

“So, you’re saying that people within the bar could even testify that they were a problem from the start?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, continue, please.”

“Around closing time, my manager, Gavin, had just finished his shift and left. I locked the front doors behind him and the last thing I had to do was take out the trash. I went out back and dropped everything in the dumpster, stood outside for a moment before heading home.. Before I got a chance to go back inside, Thomas and his two friends, I don’t know their names, found me in back by the loading dock. They must’ve been waiting for me or something.. The two of his friends didn’t say much, Thomas did most of the talking. I assumed they were there just for backup,” he began and I got a little angered again hearing Isaiah talk about Thomas, but I tried not to show it.

“Then what? What was Thomas saying to you? Why was he there?” The detective questioned.

“He was threatening me.. Demanding that I leave Oliver so that he could be with Thomas’ sister.”

“And that’s Jody Zepeda, correct?”

“Yes..”

“Why would Thomas be willing to do that? What does she want from Oliver?” She wondered next and Isaiah looked at me, as if asking for me to tell him what to say.

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“We have history, that’s all,” I butted in, though I made sure to keep her pregnancy hidden, “She’s just a little obsessive and I noticed it right away. I honestly wouldn’t even call her an ex-girlfriend because we never even really talked about dating, but when I called it off and didn’t want to see her anymore, she didn’t take it very well,” I continued.

The detective turned slightly to face me, “Is she still harassing you?”

“Not directly,” I lied, careful not to tell her too much about whatever I had planned for Jody up at my Uncle’s cabin, “But, I’d call sending her brother to hurt Isaiah harassment, wouldn’t you?” I asked in return.

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“Yeah, I would. Have you ever noticed her following you? At places you are that she normally wouldn’t be?”

“What do you mean, like stalking me?” I wondered and she nodded, but I wanted to make her, as well as anyone else, believe that I wasn’t involved with Jody what-so-ever, just for the sake of whatever plan my Uncle and I had for her.. In case worse came to worse, nothing that happened to Jody could ever come back to me, like my Uncle had told me, “No.. The last time I saw her was at school, we go to the same college together, but I tried my best to just avoid her completely. I’ve never noticed her doing any of that stuff,” I continued to lie.

“Okay. She still needs to be questioned, as well, we need to see if she was involved in any of this, but we’ll get to that after I’ve spoken more to both of you,” the detective replied and he faced Isaiah once more.

Shit.. If they called Jody on her cell, would she answer? Does she know that Thomas is dead? Would she actually come in for questioning and would she tell them where she was? After we were finished here, I needed to get to her before they had a chance to first.. I just hoped she was smart enough to not answer phone calls from numbers she didn’t recognize..

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“Continue, Isaiah,” she instructed and I watched as Isaiah’s view went to his lap.

“After I refused, his friends came at me first, the brunette attempting to hit me but he missed me, then the blonde came next, but I twisted his arm, hyper extending it and he couldn’t do much after that, but then Thomas managed to hit me and before I could do anything about it, the brunette was holding me from behind. It allowed Thomas an opening to take as many hits as he wanted, which is why my face is all busted up, but when he didn’t get the reaction he wanted out of me, that’s when he kicked my face, then my ribs, harder, breaking them. I fell to the ground in pain, unable to do anything and I thought-” Isaiah was forced to stop himself, hesitating a moment.

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Hearing all of this was slowly breaking my heart, I could tell that talking about this bothered him, made him uncomfortable and I couldn’t have felt more sorry for him.. None of this would’ve happened if I wasn’t with Jody.. It really is all my fault.

“You thought what?” The detective questioned.

“I thought they were going to kill me,” Isaiah finished his sentence and my view went to the floor, unable to look at him when he held such an innocent and vulnerable expression. I wouldn’t be able to live without him and I knew that as a hard fact, but I was thankful that he had come out ahead in all of this, despite his injuries.

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“Well, considering you couldn’t do much, someone came and helped you, correct?”

“Yeah,” Isaiah confirmed and I looked up, unaware that someone had helped him, but that would explain why Thomas was dead now.. Isaiah must’ve had help.

Isaiah continued, “They took out the blonde first, where he landed in front of me, then the brunette, then Thomas was last.”

“Can you describe who it was that helped you?” The detective wondered and I noticed Isaiah look over towards me, hesitating before answering.

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“No.. It was too dark,” he replied, looking towards the detective again, “My eyelids and my cheeks were swollen, my glasses knocked off of my face and broken.. Even in good lighting, I probably couldn’t tell you any details, especially without my glasses,” he answered and the detective believed Isaiah’s words, but I didn’t.. His eyes weren’t nearly as bad as he let on, and just with that one look he had given me, I knew he was lying to her.

“All right, but can you at least tell us something? Anything at all would help us greatly. Was it a man, a woman? Did they speak to you?”

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“What does it matter? They saved my life.. Besides, I don’t even really remember anything after that, I lost consciousness,” Isaiah defended.

“Because, from the scene we were called to, this didn’t look like self defense or the work of a hero, this looked vengeful. From closer investigation of the boy’s skulls, tiny pieces of wood was found in their hair and skin, even embedded in the bone.. This person used a wooden bat, most likely, if we were to guess the weapon of choice,” she explained and I could tell by the look on Isaiah’s face that they had guessed the right weapon.

Detective Winchester continued, “Whoever it was was ready for this to happen, maybe they’d been watching you for a while, waiting for the moment to help you, waiting for that moment to take his revenge out on these boys. The man already had a weapon with him,” the detective explained and I was confused by such a wild, detailed assumption.

“The man? ..His? How do you know it was a male that did this? I never said such a thing,” Isaiah noticed the detective’s intention, something I didn’t even catch, “And that’s quite the imagination you have, seeing as I don’t have anyone else in my life besides Oliver that would go to such lengths to protect me and he wasn’t even in town last night,” Isaiah put the detective in her place.

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“Well, that answers my next question, whether or not Oliver really was in town or not last night,” Detective Winchester replied, then turning back and looking at me, “Is that true, Oliver? You really weren’t in town last night?”

“That’s correct.”

“Anyone that can vouch for you on that?”

“Yeah.. My Uncle. You can call him if you’d like,” I replied, knowing my Uncle would account for me and the detective seemed skeptical.

“I think I will. Do you have anything else to add, Isaiah?” She wondered.

“No, that’s all.”

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“All right.. Do you have his number, Oliver?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed and the detective stood to her feet, walking over to me and pulling out her phone.

I recited my Uncle’s number to the detective and before she called him, I made it a point to mention something to her, “He really, really hates cops. I apologize in advance if his temper is especially short with you. He isn’t really that nice of a person,” I said with a nervous smirk and she nodded towards my apology.

“I think I can handle it, thanks,” she answered, calling my Uncle and leaving it on speaker so we all could hear the conversation. I admit, I was a little nervous about her calling my Uncle on speaker phone, but I had some confidence that it would turn out okay.

“You’re about to meet my Uncle,” I told Isaiah and the expression he held seemed nervous like I was.

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After a few rings, my Uncle answered, “Yeah? Who the hell’s this?”

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Dubois. My name is Detective Amelia Winche-”

“The fuck do you want, pig? I ain’t got shit to tell you bastards and I haven’t had anything more to say for fifteen Goddamn years.”

“Well, sir,” the detective cleared her throat, “This isn’t about that.. I was hoping to confirm something with you, all I wanted to know is- was Oliver with you last night?”

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“Of course he was, where the hell else would he be? You fuckin’ idiots, he doesn’t have anything to do with this and you’ve been hounding my family for years about nonsense that shouldn’t even be brought to light anymore! Don’t you dare bring my fucking nephew into this bullshit when he was only a child when everything happened.” 

My Uncle completely went off and I wished it wasn’t on speaker so Isaiah could hear this.. I still hadn’t told him what had happened between my parents and my Uncle, but I knew my Uncle Gareth was aware that this wasn’t about what had happened so long ago, he was just using it to get the detective to show remorse and to get off my back.

“Now, leave Oliver alone and go jump off a Goddamn cliff, or I’ll claim this as continued harassment against my family who has done nothing wrong if you don’t back the fuck off, you got it?” 

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He spoke angrily and I looked towards Isaiah who had a rather shocked expression on his face, finally able to hear the wrath of my Uncle for himself and I wanted to laugh at the detective for how shocked and rather fearful she seemed, but I refrained from doing it..

“Y-Yes, sir.. Thank you for your time, Mr. Du-”

“Don’t ever fucking call me again-” My Uncle replied and hung up instantly.

“Well.. I can’t say that you didn’t warn me,” the detective spoke with an embarrassed chuckle. I was happy that my Uncle knew exactly what was going on without even needing to give him a heads up and the only reason I was glad that it was on speaker was so my lie to Isaiah was completely believable now after hearing my Uncle vouch for me.. It made hiding everything from him a lot easier now that there was no reason for him to question me, but of course, I still felt bad in the first place about lying at all..

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“Now that that’s been confirmed, I think I have everything I need. Thank you for your time, Isaiah, I hope your recovery goes smoothly. If I have any more questions, I know where to find you,” the detective said with a genuine nature.

“Thanks,” Isaiah replied, but I wasn’t done yet.. I thought that she wanted to talk to me, but about what?

“Hey, wait.. Didn’t you want to ask me something before? Before you started to question Isaiah?” I wondered.

“Oh, well.. I don’t have the authority to talk to you anymore unless your Uncle withdraws the statement he had just made, which I don’t see happening. He considers us questioning you as harassment, no matter what it’s about, and I don’t need a lawsuit on my hands if I were to go through with those questions,” she replied, “However, if you ever wanted to talk off the record and let me ask you a few questions without you mentioning anything to your Uncle about it, feel free to give me a call,” she continued, removing a business card from her jacket pocket and handing it to me, placing it then within my pants pocket and we watched as she left.

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I looked to Isaiah and he still seemed surprised with what he had heard, “Well, that was.. Interesting.”

“To say the least,” I replied and he chuckled softly.

“I see where Kat gets her art of intimidation from, and why you walked out last Thanksgiving and needed a drink,” he answered and I laughed nervously, stepping over towards Isaiah’s bed and taking a seat next to him.

“Yeah, he’s, uh.. He’s pretty brash,” I replied, looking to him for a moment and eventually I lost whatever smile I had, seeing Isaiah notice my concern from earlier returning.

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“I’m so sorry this happened to you.. If I was home.. If I was in town when this happened-”

“Just stop,” he cut me off, “How many times do I need to remind you that this isn’t your fault?” He asked rhetorically. 

“I don’t think there’s enough times that you need to tell me that..”

“Stop thinking about it. It’s not your fault, none of this is. Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself for this.. All this was was immaturity, something comprised solely on selfishness and none of this reflects on to you. Promise me,” he stressed and I nodded.

“All right.. I promise,” I confirmed and I watched him smile softly.

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We then heard the door open and a nurse came into our view, “Time for your pain meds again. They’re going to make you sleepy, too,” she began, walking to the other side of his bed and handing him the medication.

“I don’t want them. I don’t want to sleep, it’s three in the afternoon, anyways,” Isaiah contested, but the nurse pressured him.

“Sorry, doctors orders.. And if you don’t take these pills now, you’re going to be in a lot of pain again very soon.”

“Fine,” Isaiah expressed reluctantly, taking the pills anyways and swallowing them without any water.

“I’ll be back later to check on you again,” she said to Isaiah with a smile and she then left the room.

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“Come here.. Lie down with me, like I wanted you to earlier,” he invited, smiling softly and I smiled in return, fulfilling his wish and I positioned myself as comfortably as I could next to him, being aware enough not to wrap my arm around his torso so I didn’t touch his ribs. It felt so good to lie with him again, I missed it far too much.

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After roughly ten minutes of simply lying together, Isaiah brought something up, “I’ve been thinking about something.. If you don’t want to answer, I completely understand.”

“It’s okay, go ahead.”

“What was your Dad like?” He asked and that wasn’t the question I was expecting.. I thought he would ask about what my Uncle had said on the phone, but maybe, just for the fact that I avoided my past with Isaiah, he knew I still wasn’t quite ready to talk about what exactly happened to my family.

“..What do you mean?”

“Well.. You know about my parents. It’s all work, work, work for them. Always has been and that’s all I really ever knew, but.. I don’t know. Before he left, what was he like? Do you remember it vividly, or not much at all anymore?” He questioned and I thought for a moment.

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“He was.. Really great, actually, at least from what I can remember..” I replied.

“Really?”

“Yeah.. He was always there for me.. Camilla, too. He always got me ready for school in the morning before work because Camilla wasn’t in preschool yet and my mom would usually be busy making breakfast.. It was pretty much his job to make sure we were dressed and ready for the day before he went to his actual job. He’d take Camilla to work with him and watch her the entire time he was there if my mom didn’t want to handle her.. He was a manager of a bookstore, he pretty much owned that place when the actual owner wasn’t there, but he still pulled it off, even when watching my sister.. Sometimes I’d go to my mom’s bakery after school when I had a bad day and wanted a ride home at five.. Otherwise, most of the time, I’d walk further just to go to the bookstore where I knew my dad and Camilla were and I didn’t mind staying there until whenever the bookstore closed,” I replied.

“Wow, I never knew that..”

“Yeah.. I usually went to the bookstore because I’d want to take some of the stress off my dad, watching Camilla for him so he didn’t have to worry about her while he was at work.”

“That’s sweet of you. I knew you were a good person now, but you were a good person even when you barely hit double digits in age,” he answered, chuckling softly to myself at the thought of it.

“Well, my mom gave my dad a hard time whenever he didn’t want to bring us to work with him, so I figured helping out with my sister for him would be best for everyone,” I replied, but, little did I know then that my mom didn’t want to watch us most days at the bakery in case my Uncle wanted to drop by..

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“I knew you were a fragile person when I met you, but I had no idea just how perfect you were.. You were taking care of your dad and your sister.. And your mother, in a way, even at such a young age,” he replied and I took it as a compliment, which is how I knew he meant it.

“I’m not that fragile..” I defended and he laughed quietly.

“I know, but.. I think that’s why I love you so much,” he hesitated, looking up to him a little and he continued, “You’re so sensitive, but it’s not a bad thing. You’re compassionate, caring, you know what you want, you know what needs to be done. You’re responsible.. I think that’s why you blame yourself with everything that happens to me, because you just don’t have as much control over it as when you were a kid, like being able to take care of Camilla. If you can’t prevent it, or can’t help, like you want to, you feel guilty,” he replied and I couldn’t deny his words.

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“Yeah, maybe you’re right..” I replied, realizing he had learned so much more about me just by describing a little of my childhood, “I think this is why I love you, too.. You’re understanding.. You’re the most open minded person I’ve ever met and I can’t even fathom where I’d be without someone like you. You accept everything that comes with me, the good and the bad,” I responded.

“I love you.. So much that I can’t even put it into words, Oliver,” he expressed and I wanted to hug him as hard as I could, but I knew I couldn’t because I would cause him pain.

“I love you, too,” I replied, feeling his arm that was around me hug me closer to him and there was a short silence between us, then hearing him groan softly.. The medication must’ve started working.

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“We should get married. You should marry me,” Isaiah brought up, as if fully convinced that it was the best idea he had ever had and instantly my heart was racing. Where the hell did that come from?

“That was.. A little random,” I said with a nervous chuckle, “Was that a proposal..?”

“Nooo, that would be such a shitty proposal. I want to do it right. Make you dinner, light candles, buy something sexy to wear so you simply just can’t resist me,” he joked and I couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I look forward to it.”

“You’re going to be such a great dad, too.. I’m jealous.. want kids with you, it’s not fair,” he said with a slight whine in his tone and I kept the smile plastered on my lips.

“I think this is the drugs talking..”

“No waaayy, I mean it. We need at least two or three.. That sounds good, doesn’t it? Or do you want more?” He asked with a somewhat groggy tone. Yeah, definitely the drugs talking.

“Okay, okay.. We’ll talk about it some other time, just get some rest,” I encouraged.

“Fiinneee.. Then tell me more.. More about your dad,” he answered, knowing just by the sound of his voice that not only did the pain pills kick in, the effects of making him tired were kicking in, too, and I knew he’d be out like a light soon.

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“All right, uhm.. You know how my favorite color is Spiceberry?”

“Yeah,” he exhaled softly, knowing he’d be asleep before I finished this story.

“This one time.. I didn’t want to go to school because I got made fun of because my backpack was that color.. It was a dark pink, for Christ’s sake,” I continued and he chuckled softly as he grew groggy and tired, but, I still continued, “He noticed I didn’t want to go to school because of it, kids used to call me princess because of the color of my backpack and I told him that.. But, he said to me- Just ignore them, they only do that because they’re jealous of it,’.. I didn’t believe that, because what boy that age would be jealous of a girls backpack?” I said with a soft chuckle.

“I like your pink backpack.. It’s adorable,” he replied quietly, on the edge of falling asleep and I smiled to his words.

“And you know what?”

“..Hmm..?”

“I did ignore those guys.. I tried my best, at least, and he was right, they eventually did stop and I managed to get through less stressful schooling. They didn’t have much else to make fun of me for and I did really well in school without the distraction of stuff like that.. I’ve had the same backpack since.. All I really have left of my dad is a handful of memories and that backpack..” I finished.

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I looked up, seeing Isaiah completely asleep and I smiled, moving a little closer against him and I held him the tightest I could without hurting him. I was so comfortable just lying with him.. Even though the situation we were in like this, I was even a little, regrettably, happy that this had happened.. Who knew when we would’ve shared what we had together if not for today, like this. Of course, I hated where we were and how hurt he was, but I felt so much closer to him.. We understood one another more than I ever could’ve hoped to, and I thought this every day of my life, but I would be completely and utterly lost without him in my life.

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I laid with Isaiah for roughly half an hour, just lying there, completely awake as he slept, holding him until I grew thirsty and I wanted to go get something to drink and I decided to get up.. I slowly sat up, carefully removing his arm from around me and I let it lie upon the bed, standing up and watching him as I made my way towards the door to make sure he didn’t wake up and as quietly as I could, I stepped out of his room and shut the door behind me. I had no intention of leaving, wanting to only grab a bottle of water or pop to re-hydrate as I stayed with him, but when I approached the vending machine, I noticed that Detective Winchester was still here within the hospital.

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It’s as if she was waiting for me, looking at me once I had shut Isaiah’s door and I slowed my pace as I walked towards the vending machine.

“Ahh, Mr. Dubois.. Have a few minutes to chat?”

 

Next Chapter, Part 2 |

Generation 4, Chapter 13

Attention: NSFW. Violence and blood and stuff.

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     Isaiah’s POV     

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It’s been about a month since Oliver went to temporarily live with his Uncle and he’s come back home to see me only twice. I knew he had promised to visit me a lot more than he has been, but I eventually taught myself to not let it bother me too much and I tried not to hound him about it or be greedy and jealous of his Uncle. With only seeing him twice in the last month, this separation reminded me of when he was swamped with school and I never had a lot of time with him, so I guess you could say that being without him like this, only getting to see him ever now and then, wasn’t really a foreign feeling to me.. That’s not to say I enjoyed it or was okay with tolerating it, because it was different now that we lived together, but it made being lonely easier to deal with since I had been through it before.

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My excitement for waking up and looking at my phone was no different this morning, checking my phone for any sign of him and I had a text waiting to be read that he had sent about an hour ago. It took me a moment to open it and read it, wanting it to be him telling me that he was coming to see me, but then again, he texted me a lot in the mornings just to say ‘hi’ and I hoped that this message was one telling me he was on his way here.

‘Hey, good morning.’ It read and I smirked.

‘Hey. Good morning to yourself.’ I sent back, waiting a moment and hearing my phone chime again within a few minutes.

‘I miss you.’ It simply read and my smirk only grew into a wider smile.

‘I miss you more. Are you coming home today?’ I asked, sitting on the edge of my seat as I waited for a response.

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‘No.. Sorry.. Maybe tomorrow?’ He replied and my smile was wiped from my lips.

‘Oh, okay.. Anything special happening today?’

‘My Uncle wants to try fishing, but we’ll see if that goes terribly or not. Maybe he’ll fall in if he catches something big. I’ll get a picture for you.’ He replied and I chuckled softly, the smirk briefly returning to my lips, but it was gone again as I replied to him.

‘Well, good luck with that.. I look forward to tomorrow. I love you, have a good day today.’ I sent back.

‘You do the same. I love you, too.’ He replied and I set down my phone on the nightstand.

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I got up and got ready for the day, taking a shower and getting dressed for work, thinking about Oliver every second I could. I tried to focus again on how we used to date and how I used to go about my day easily without him, thinking about him sufficing my need for him until the next time we saw one another and it worked most days, but today was especially harder when all I could think of was the possibility of seeing him tomorrow. Each time he had come to visit, we only spent roughly an hour together, but we took full advantage of what little time we had and exploring one another’s body was no exception, sometimes even cutting the time in half by showering with him instead of him taking one by himself after making love, but.. Dammit. I needed to stop thinking about it, it only made me miss him more and I couldn’t wait for the day to end.

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I left a little before three and arrived at work on time, getting the bar ready for customers and wiping down the counter as well as all of the tables even though they were cleaned to perfection the night prior.. It really only helped me keep my mind off of Oliver and how anxious I was to see him, though even still, he followed me everywhere I went and I couldn’t even look at the stool he always liked to sit in without smiling, nor could I forget that my bar was where we first met, where I had first kissed him.. I sighed heavily, realizing that being here could even be worse than being at the condo.

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My bar manager, Gavin, came in a quarter after three and I was cleaning glasses when I noticed him come in, “Hey, sorry I’m late. Traffic was shitty,” he told me as he walked in.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a weekday, people don’t usually show up until about four, anyhow,” I brushed off, seeing him smile and I continued to clean glasses.

“How are you today?” He wondered and I shrugged.

“Good, I suppose. And yourself?”

“Pretty good. Your boyfriend still out of town?” He asked next, adjusting his attire as he made small talk.

“Yeah, he should be visiting tomorrow, though.”

“I bet you can’t wait to see him, huh?” He continued with a smile and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Of course. Seeing him is the highlight of everything,” I replied, “Hey, would you mind going to the VIP room and making sure all of the ashtrays are emptied and clean, as well as make sure the tables are wiped down and there’s no ash anywhere?” I asked and he nodded.

“Sure thing,” he confirmed, watching as he made his way upstairs and I continued washing glasses.

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People eventually started coming into the bar around four, like I had predicted, fresh faces as well as the usual customers and I enjoyed my job wholeheartedly. I was always surrounded by decent people and I’ve grown to have friendships with some of them, making it a lot easier to take my mind off of missing Oliver and it made working a lot easier, too, even when knowing I’d come back to an empty home at the end of the night.

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At times when more waitresses would show up and I was able to leave the bar downstairs for a while, I’d go upstairs to the VIP room and greet everyone there personally, making sure my guests that had special privileges felt comfortable and cared for. Some of them would request me to make their drinks personally and I’d recommend to them great cigars to taste and buy, I was quite the salesman and I loved wooing my customers to the point where it would result in more income for Oliver and I, especially when they were swayed to buy the most expensive cigars that could possibly end up paying for a mortgage payment when I counted the registers at the end of the night. Life was easy lately, at least my job was. Being a bartender always came easy for me, but missing Oliver was still something I couldn’t, and didn’t, want to get used to.

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Later in the evening, I eventually came back downstairs to manage the bar and time flew by quicker than I could’ve prayed for it to. Around eight at night, a half hour before last call and an hour before closing, my attention was caught by a group of three young men coming in and I watched them as they were greeted at the door. Already, I knew they were going to be trouble and they had no idea what kind of higher establishment this was, the three of them wearing less than appropriate attire for my bar and just by how they held themselves, I knew they had been bar hopping before they had come here, almost drunk already, no doubt. 

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I watched as my coat check tried to tell them to leave, but it was obvious that she was struggling with this group of booze-filled college frat boys, so I took it upon myself to help her, stepping out from behind the bar and walking over to them.

“Gentleman, you need a jacket or tie in order to be here and denim jeans doesn’t cut it. I apologize, but I’ll have to ask you to leave until you fit the requirements,” I began politely, keeping them from coming into the bar any more and I seemed to have hit a nerve with the main young man of the group. A tall, platinum blonde haired youth with deep blue eyes and a clean cut chin, clearly artificially tanned and the scowl he held when he looked at me told me he didn’t like me from the moment he set his eyes on me. 

“What, ‘no shirt, no shoes’ type of bullshit, but taken up a notch by yuppies in suits and ties? We just came here to have a few drinks, that’s all. No harm done, eh?” He contested.

“Please, I ask that you leave and come back with the proper attire, then I would be happy to serve you gentleman. But, until then..” I implied, making it clear that I wanted them to leave.

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“So, you’re the owner, huh?” The platinum blonde asked and I furrowed my brow towards him.

“Yeah, that’s me. Again, gentleman.. Please, leave and come back with the proper attire,” I warned for the last time.

“Or what, grandpa? You gunna kick us all out by yourself?” He insulted, sizing me up as his eyes looked me up and down and I was bored of his insults.

“If it comes to that, then yes,” I confirmed confidently, watching as the young man held his grimace towards me for a long moment and I held mine, as well. 

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“All right, have it your way, old man. We’ll leave,” he replied, eventually giving up and stepping backwards towards the front door, “We’ll be back though, don’t you worry,” he pathetically threatened.

“And hopefully wearing the correct attire,” I spat back, hoping that they wouldn’t come back to this place out of spite, nor were they welcome to. They were bad seeds, I could tell just by looking at them, and although I hated judging people so easily, I knew that if they even did come back, it would still be to cause trouble and I wouldn’t allow it.

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After they left, my coat check seemed anxious, but happy that I had gotten rid of them.

Thanks for coming out from the bar.. I got nervous, I didn’t know what to do..”

“No worries, I noticed right away they were giving you trouble. It’s why I stay at the downstairs bar, for my employee’s safety,” I reassured her, seeing her smile and I touched her back comfortingly, letting her know that I didn’t take nonsense lightly and none of my employees were going to be heckled without me stepping in to stop it.

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I continued to try and end the night on a high note, serving the rest of my remaining customers and when it was ten minutes to nine, the place was cleared out and everyone was gone with the exception of a couple remaining waitresses that were cleaning the tables and vacuuming the carpet. I cleaned all of the dirty glasses collected by my girls and dried them as well, the girls finishing their work like they usually did before me and they bid me farewell when they were all done.

“Have a good night, Mr. Yamato,” the girls said before leaving and I smiled.

“Goodnight, ladies. Be careful going home,” I replied, finally alone as I watched them leave and I continued cleaning glasses in silence.

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I loved running my bar. The ambiance, the live music, the soft roar of multiple conversations hanging in the air throughout the night.. I lived for it. Opening my own bar had become my dream, especially in the town that I had always wanted to come back to, and I never even expected to be doing this well. Of course, I knew I could and that I eventually would, but I hadn’t imagined that my establishment would be going this well after only eight months, expecting the place to pick up after probably two years instead, but I was happy that I had picked such a great location and that things were going better than I had ever thought they could in this town.. Not to mention how lucky I was to meet the love of my life in the same town, too, which ended up only enhancing the feel of success.

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I haven’t been thinking about Oliver’s story and dissecting it as I once did when he first told me, I had gotten used to him texting me and telling me what he and his Uncle had planned for the day and I grew to not question it as much anymore. I wanted to believe him, so I did. Every time he visited, we didn’t talk much about his Uncle since we did enough of that during the days we wouldn’t see one another, but we more so just kept the time we spent together only about us and we didn’t spend our time together talking all that much, either. We didn’t need to, really. I came to the conclusion that we’d spend as much time together intimately as we could and whenever he came home for good, we’d talk our hearts out and I was excited for the day when we could actually spend the entire day together so we could do exactly that.

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I had thought I was alone, but Gavin came down from the VIP room, the one I put in charge of the bar upstairs as well as the rest of the place when I wasn’t around and I hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t gone home yet. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you were still here. Is everything in order up there?” I asked, watching him descend down the stairs and he stepped up to the bar as I cleaned.

“Yeah, it looks nice. I already cleaned the ashtrays and vacuumed all the ash, wiped down the coffee tables, polished the furniture.. Everything looks great,” he replied and I nodded in approval.

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“Good, thanks for doing all of that.”

“Not a problem,” he answered, expecting him to leave, yet he still stood in front of me and I looked to him with a curiously raised brow.

“..Something you need?” I asked and he gave a nervous smile.

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“Uh.. Listen, if you ever want to do anything after work, I’d be happy to chill with you. My girlfriend is an excellent cook and I know with your boyfriend gone, it must be pretty lonely at home, right? Why don’t you come over for dinner soon, maybe sometime after work? We could even have lunch or something on a Sunday, too,” he suggested and I knew what this was, my view going down to the counter top momentarily before looking back up to him.

“I appreciate the offer, but just because I’m alone at home doesn’t mean I’m lonely,” I lied, even though I wanted my own words to be true.

“I know, I just figured since you hardly ever go out, you’re home alone a lot lately and maybe getting out a night or two a week will do some good, make you miss him less.. Just a suggestion,” he continued and I nodded.

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“Thanks for your concern, but I’ll be fine. If he doesn’t come over tomorrow, then it’ll probably be the day after that. I can last a couple weeks by myself after whenever I see him, so there’s no need to worry about me. When we were dating, we barely saw one another, anyhow, so it’s nothing new, really..”

“All right.. Well, offer always stands,” he replied.

“Thanks. Have a good night, Gavin.”

“You, too, sir,” he answered and I watched as he left out the front door, following him out from behind the bar and I locked the door after he had gone.

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After Gavin left, the bar was silent as I went around the first floor, pushing in all the chairs how I liked them and giving the chairs and tables one more wipe down despite my waitresses doing a good job. I didn’t think I had OCD, but I took pride in my bar every night and I wanted it how I saw fit, so I always took another fifteen or so minutes to go throughout the entire place, making sure it was how I liked it before closing for the night. But, when everyone was gone and I was alone again, my mind eventually went back to Oliver and I was actually calm now, surprisingly, instead of eagerly awaiting his potential arrival tomorrow.. Maybe it was because the night was nearly over and when I went home to go to bed, he’d be home in no time. I loved thinking about him, I especially loved thinking about us together, but I tried not to excite myself as I tried to close for the night, not wanting to leave any table unchecked and trying not to distract myself from leaving my bar anything less than pristine. 

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The last thing to do was take out all of the trash before I closed, holding five or so garbage bags and tossing them into the dumpster out back by the loading docks where I received my weekly shipment of cigars, alcohol and produce, closing the lid and it sent an echoing clap throughout the empty parking lot after I had thrown everything out.

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Before going back inside, I stood out in the parking lot alone, taking in the fresh summer night air and I looked up at the stars as the sky grew darker. It was so beautiful, so serene and I hoped that Oliver was looking at the same sky I was, hoping he was wishing he was with me as much as I wished I was with him and now all I wanted to do was hold him in my arms as we looked to the clear, glimmering sky together, but I knew I’d have to wait to have such a romantic experience and I hoped his Uncle was a strong man that could get through a broken knee faster than anyone else just so I could have Oliver back.

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I then froze and my mind went blank, hearing rustling in the bushes on the edge of the parking lot and I looked towards the brush, but it was still too hard to see anything through the dark. 

“Anyone there?” I called out, listening for a moment, but no one replied and I assumed it was just some wild animal, possibly a raccoon waiting to look through the garbage and I continued to make my way towards the stairs to walk up the loading dock and back inside, but before I could, I heard footsteps in the opposite direction of the rustled bushes and I saw three black figures coming out from the shadows through the parking lot from the road and I assumed it was just some kids out late at night cutting through my parking lot.

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“Who’s there?” I asked sternly, standing my ground as I waited for the figures to come into the light of the loading dock and once they came into view, it was the three troublesome young men from earlier, all dressed in black.. This didn’t look good.

“Is this the proper attire now, old man?” The main blonde taunted and I was irritated about them showing up again and with no one to assist me, yet I still held my ground.

“Bar’s closed, gentleman. And still, not the right attire,” I replied confidently. 

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“You’re Isaiah, right?” The blonde questioned, wondering how he knew my name, yet I still didn’t waver my stance.

“Who’s asking?”

“Thomas Zepeda,” he replied and I thought for a moment, knowing that last name from somewhere and it suddenly dawned on me, “Seems like you know who I am now, huh?” He questioned and I realized that this wasn’t just for kicking them out of the bar anymore.. This was personal.

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“So,” I began, “I haven’t even met the girl yet and this is how Jody thinks she can get rid of me? Why doesn’t she just give up already? Oliver hasn’t seen her in months, and now, out of nowhere, she sends her pathetic, drunk brother and his equally pathetic drunk friends to.. Do what, exactly?” I questioned and I heard him chuckle.

“Is that what Fish told you? That they haven’t seen one another in months? Funny, because I’m pretty sure they’re together right now,” he replied and I squinted my eyes towards him with doubt in my mind.

“Why would I ever believe that?” I asked and I watched him shrug.

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“Maybe because it’s the truth? You know, speaking in generalities, when a person wants to hide something from someone they care about, in fear that the information might hurt them, they tend to lie, do they not? You see it in movies all the time.. The ones closest to you lie and the ones that aren’t are usually the ones telling the truth, using the truth to make them hurt, because either way, no matter who it comes from, the truth is gunna hurt, am I right? Why would I be lying?”

“I have no clue. It could very well happen the other way around, as well.. The one wanting to cause the pain is in fact the one lying, so again, why the hell would I ever believe a word you say?” I asked.

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“Do I really have to prove it to you? I’d be more than happy to, whad’ya say?” He wondered and my heart began to beat a little quicker as I watched him pull out his phone from his pocket. The three of them didn’t make me nervous, but rather the possibility of Thomas telling the truth is what did. 

“Please, leave, gentleman. The last thing I want is trouble and that’s clearly the only reason why you’re here,” I warned them.

“So, you don’t want me to call my sister..? And you aren’t even curious to see if he’s been telling you the truth?” He continued to pry, but I continued to act uninterested.

“I won’t tell you again.. Leave.. Now,” I replied and I watched as Thomas put his phone back into his pocket.

“Fine, we’ll leave.. After you say you’ll dump Fish,” he replied and I chuckled, growing tired of his nickname for Oliver as well as his pointless threats.

“No chance,” I answered sternly and Thomas didn’t seem to like my response. 

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Thomas stepped forward more, his friends staying where they were, “Don’t you get it? They’re having a kid together. Do you really believe that not letting him go to be with the mother of his kid is the best choice?”

“It’s not my choice to make, it’s Oliver’s. If he wants to be with her, which I highly doubt, then he can be, all he has to do is tell me. And, seeing as he hasn’t done that yet, I can say again, it’s not going to happen,” I replied without a single shred of doubt.

“Well, don’t say that I didn’t warn you. Looks like we’ll just have to take you out of the picture, then,” he threatened and although I knew from the get-go that they were here to do something to this effect, I didn’t think they’d actually go through with it.

“Can’t we grow up, children? This is ridiculous.”

“You brought this on yourself, man. I need to make my sister happy and if this is what she wants, then it’s what she wants,” Thomas said with a grin and there wasn’t any point in saying anything else. This was happening, I was about to be jumped.. I just hoped that I favored well enough in the end to walk away from it. 

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There was a moment where all of us were at a standstill, silence falling around us and all I did was watch and wait. Thomas and his friends all held stupid smirks on their faces, Thomas standing in place in front of me as both of his friends began to circle around me on either side. I wasn’t much of a fighter, and that’s not to say that I didn’t know how to defend myself, though I’ve never taken on three people at once and the moment they began to come at me from three different angles, I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. 

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There wasn’t ever a moment of knowing exactly when they would come at me or if they’d come at me one at a time or all at once, my only upper hand in this was that they were drunk and I hoped it would work to my advantage.

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Suddenly, the boy to my left came at my first, winding back his fist and ready to hit me, but I stepped back quickly and he missed me by a hair and I applied force to his back, causing him to lose his balance and he fell to his hands and knees roughly.

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I barely had time to recover myself before the boy originally on my right passed his falling friend with his fist hurdling at my face, but I grabbed his wrist in time and quickly twisted my arm around, twisting it as hard as I could and he cried out softly from his arm being hyper extended.

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But, while I was distracted by the two that I didn’t know the names of, after I had showed the second boy a new meaning of pain, I made the mistake of taking my eyes off of Thomas and by the time I had realized it, I felt a fist hitting my face hard and I felt my glasses crack against my temple and fly off towards the ground. I joined my glasses, falling back onto the blacktop and I hadn’t imagined that Thomas had the amount of strength that he did, but I was surprisingly dazed after that one hit. 

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The first boy that had come at me was back on his feet now and before I could try and stand completely to my feet, he had made his way behind me and he grabbed hold of my arms, pinning them back and I could feel the drunk strength he had when I found it difficult to get free from him. 

“You okay?” Thomas wondered to the boy with the twisted arm and he had regained a little of his composure as he held his elbow in slight pain.

“Yeah.. I’m good. Fuckin’ hurts like a bitch, though,” he answered, able to tell that he was struggling to hide how much I knew it actually hurt.

“Suck it up, pussy,” Thomas replied and his friend didn’t say anything back, Thomas then focusing on me again and a new grin formed on his lips.

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Thomas then leaned in slightly to my level as his friend continued to hold me strongly in place, “You know what would be better than getting to do this right now? Getting to see Fish’s reaction to whatever state we decide to leave you in,” he threatened and my brows furrowed in anger, “Some of you here in this state, maybe some of you in the neighboring ones,” he continued, not realizing at first what he had meant, through I grit my teeth as even more anger coursed through me and he grinned more when he realized that I understood his threat.

“This is between you and me, isn’t it? If you want to fight, why do you need help from your friends? You’re pathetic,” I hissed, attempting to get out of his friends grip again, but somehow he was still able to hold me so tightly that I couldn’t break out of it.

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“Man.. You know what’s funny, now that I’m looking at you? I can’t even count on one hand how many times I’ve fucked up Fish, and now here you are, his precious boy toy.. It’s like I’m getting a present for Christmas in the middle of June,” he spoke with the same grin and I hadn’t had any idea that Oliver was getting bullied at school.. It made me wonder if that was why, too, he didn’t want to come over before we lived together when we first started dating. He must’ve never wanted me to see him like that.. But, now that I knew Thomas had been doing such things to the person that mattered most to me, I found strength to get passed the pain coursing through my entire face from being hit.

“You’re trash, you know that? Pathetic, disgusting trash that feels the need to beat other people up because his own life is far more pitiful than anyone else’s and instead of trying to make it better, you make others miserable, too.. Or in this case, try to and fail,” I replied and his grin was wiped from his lips.

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“Last chance to give this up or you might not be able to walk away after this,” Thomas threatened and I tried to jerk myself out of his friends grip one last time, but it was no use.

“Fuck you, just get it over with.. I love him. No one can make me forget that and no one can make me regret it, no matter how much you mess me up.. You should know, too, that this threat doesn’t go as far as me leaving Oliver and it being done.. He won’t leave me, either. He loves me, he hates Jody and nothing can take me away from him, and nothing can take him away from me.. All this is is an empty threat with no real backbone,” I replied confidently, knowing that whatever beating Thomas could give me would never compromise my love for Oliver and I saw in Thomas’ eyes that he knew how serious I was.

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I watched as his arm extended back and his fist hit my face harder than I thought he could punch yet again, my jaw instantly going weak and I felt blood pouring into my mouth from my lip being split and the inside of my cheek getting cut by my teeth. He pulled back his fist again, this time punching me straight in the nose, then his left fist against my cheek and I was dazed again for a moment, a steady stream of blood escaping my lips and it didn’t make me regret anything, it only made me think of Oliver and how blood made him nauseous.

I remembered when I had cut my finger long ago and I caught him from fainting in my kitchen.. Sweet, sweet Oliver, the man who wanted to be a doctor yet couldn’t handle blood, a subtle smirk forming on my lips just at the thought of such irony. But, any blood spilled was well worth it if it meant Oliver was untouched and safe. I’d do anything to keep him, I’d take any beating there was.. Anything.

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After a few more punches that eventually caused my head to hang, blood continuing to pour from my mouth and I hung on the edge of consciousness, I coughed in a struggled manner, trying not to swallow the blood that gathered over my tongue and tipping my head down to drain it, my eyes then looking up and Thomas looked down at me.

Had enough yet?” He questioned and I honestly found it funny, chuckling softly.

“You’re done already?” I questioned, taunting him more and I saw in his eyes that he was filled with rage at how I was still able to take this pitiful excuse of a beating he gave.

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The next beating I got, Thomas lifted his left leg and kicked the right side of my face and I was dazed yet again, then once I felt his foot kick at the side of my torso, I felt as well as heard a soft crack and I cried out quickly in pain, knowing that at least one of my ribs had either cracked or broke and Thomas’ friend didn’t need to hold me in place any longer.

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I dropped to the ground, holding my side in pain and I felt like I could barely breath, my entire torso refusing to expand from the pain in my side when inhaling and the blood constantly filling my mouth wasn’t helping, either.. They weren’t actually going to kill me, were they? They couldn’t.. No.. They just couldn’t.. I couldn’t handle not seeing Oliver again, not being able to touch him or hearing him tell me to my face that he loves me.. I couldn’t take it. I can’t go out like this.

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As they talked among themselves on what they wanted to do to me, tuning them out completely as I struggled to stay conscious, there was something else I heard besides them. Rustling from the bushes came into my ears again like before, before these assholes had shown up and my eyes looked right, seeing someone from my peripherals emerge from the brush.

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I heard something else, though.. Something distinct.. Something that would scare any bully away and there was no mistaking that sound.. The sound of a wooden bat being tapped against the blacktop. 

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As the sound approached, getting closer and closer and the three young men still oblivious, the unforgettable sound of wood cracking against a skull echoed over the empty parking lot and as my view was towards the blacktop, one of Thomas’ friends fell limp in front of me like a sack of bricks.

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“What the fuc-” I heard the other boy call out, but just as quick as he had tried to yell, he, too, was quickly taken out of the picture and yet another loud, unforgettable crack echoed over the parking lot and I heard his body fall limp behind me.

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“Dude! D-Dude, holy shit!” Thomas yelled in horror and I heard his feet scrambling and attempting to run away, but when I looked up, my vision blurred without my glasses as well as my eyes swollen and tearing from my beating, I watched a black figure holding a bat turning towards Thomas attempting to run away.

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Winding his arms back over his head as he held the bat, he then launched it forward and let it go, sending it to the back of Thomas’ neck and his body fell face first into the blacktop. 

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I quickly glanced towards the boy lying in front of me, seeing a pool of blood forming around his head and under his face, hating that I knew right away he was dead and there was nothing to do about it.. Yet.. Whoever this man was, he just saved my life.

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I then looked back up when I heard Thomas still struggling, not unconscious like I had thought and I watched as he attempted to crawl backwards and away from the figure approaching him. 

“P-Please! Don’t.. Don’t come near me! Stay away from me!” Thomas pleaded in desperation, watching as the stranger picked up his bat again and my eyes widened in shock.

“St.. Stop,” I struggled to say loud enough through my pain, the stranger not bothering to look back at me.

“I don’t think so,” the stranger replied to me in a stern, deep voice, almost sounding excited and as much as I was surprised that he had heard me, I was even more baffled that he was now finding some type of joy in doing this to these boys.

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“S-Stop!” I tried to call out louder, my ribs killing me as well as my split lip and bleeding cheeks when I exerted the word. Once the word completely fell off my tongue, I watched the stranger twirl the handle of his bat fluidly within the one hand that held it, winding up like a batter to the plate and my heart was racing faster as I knew what was coming next. After the twirl, the stranger gripped the handle tightly and he sent the bat crashing down onto Thomas and horribly, for the third time, I was overcome by the sound of wood cracking a skull.

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I winced my eyes shut to the noise, trying my hardest to block it out, but over and over and over I heard it, again and again, and soon, it didn’t even sound like there was any skull left to abuse.

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When the sound had finally stopped after a moment that seemed to last forever, still continuing to wince my eyes shut, eventually, I opened them once more and looked up with caution. The stranger dressed in black stood over Thomas and I was glad that I couldn’t see from this distance what the end result of Thomas’ remains looked like. The stranger continued to stand there, watching as he then tilted his head back and he gathered his panting breath while looking up at the star filled sky. 

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A few silent moments passed and I then noticed the man turn his head to the left and towards me, but he didn’t look directly back at me, “You okay?” He wondered, completely blindsided by the tone of slight worry in his voice and I didn’t know what to say back at first, but I eventually responded to his question through my continued pain.

“..Yeah..” I replied and he faced forward towards the sky once more, sighing in relief.

“God, I’ve been waiting so long for a chance to finally do that,” he said softly under his breath, but somehow I heard every word and I couldn’t even begin to try and fathom what he meant by it.

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“Who..” I coughed, spitting blood on the blacktop as well as my clothes, “Who are you?” I asked the stranger, but he ignored my question.

The stranger dropped his bat, hearing it clatter on the blacktop and he walked back over towards me, a sense of fear flowing through me now as I watched him stop in front of me. Even though he had just saved me from a terrible beating, or even death, I was a little frightened by the man.. He had just killed three people before my eyes.

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He bent down slowly and his fingers were gentle as me touched my chin and brought my gaze up to look at him, inspecting what Thomas had done to me and although it was dark and my vision was still a bit blurred, I could only make out subtle details about him now that he was a lot closer to me. I looked up to a man in his mid-to-late forties that had slick, black, pampered hair that was clearly too dark to be natural, prominent emerald eyes hiding behind black framed glasses, both gentle yet intimidating and I didn’t even know what do or say but the obvious.

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“Tha.. Thank you..” I spoke quietly, both appreciative and rather fearful of the murderer staring back at me and he removed his hand from my chin, bringing both of his hands to my upper arms and he held up my weak frame.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll get you help. Hang in there, Isaiah,” he encouraged and I looked at him in slight confusion.

“H-How.. How do you know my name?” I questioned.

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I was beginning to lose consciousness and the stranger seemed to have taken notice, his next words coming out as if they needed to be said and as if I needed to hear them.

“I took care of them, now you take care of my boy,” he instructed and I swore that I must’ve heard him wrong.. But, before I could answer or even question him, I drifted out of consciousness and the night grew darker, soon seeing nothing but black walls closing in around me and it was the last thing I remembered.

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