Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Before the End ❯ 3. Reunited ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Metalic

“Hey mom it's Remmi,” I said. Here I was talking to my mother who was under the impression that I was a good little church boy, and I had another man's semen all over my pants.

“Oh baby, where are you? You didn't come home last night I was worried,” She asked. She sounded tired as if I'd just woke her up, she probably shouldn't have been asleep at that time anyway.

“I'm fine mom, I'm over a friend's house watching his pets, would it be okay if I stayed here for the weekend, there's no one else here but it would be easier to keep an eye on hi… them,” I caught myself. As sneaky and disrespectful as it may sound I was rather good at lying to her, I knew how she acted and what she believed, after all I'd been doing it so long.

“Sure sweetheart, you need anything I can bring over? Is it Eddy's place?” She asked. Thank god she wasn't going to be over protective about it.

“No, different friend. I need some clothes, I spilled orange juice on my pants, just any two changes of clothes will do. I'll give you the address,” I headed toward the front door to check the address.

“All right, honey, I'll grab your toothbrush and floss too. Do you want me to pick up some fast food or anything for you on the way?” She suggested.

“No thanks, I just ate, I'm fine,” I replied. I gave her the address, told her I loved her and then hung up. I'd have to tell Ben she was coming, after all he was in a robe and I was supposed to be there alone. When I got back into the kitchen I found that Ben had cleaned his plate. He must have been hungry, the plate left on the table looked almost as if it had just been taken out of the cupboard. I picked up his dishes and then mine and put them in the sink, making a mental note to wash them later.

Ben was staring out the window again when I came into the living room, as usual he seemed to have noticed my presence but didn't care to look. He looked as though he were fantasizing, I fantasized about a hot stripper chaining me to a bed, he simply fantasized about leaving that house. It made me wonder of the last time he'd been outside, and it made me want to help him.

“He gives me everything I ask for and anything I want,” He let out a sigh. “I mean, I don't ask for much, but when I do he doesn't turn me down. But still, the fact that I'm locked up in here keeps me unhappy. You can keep a dog locked up in a cage and give it anything and everything you can think of, but it isn't happy until you open the cage…” His voice trailed off. He was right about what he was saying, but he didn't seem to be listening to himself. “It really does suck to know you're not free,” with that he turned toward me.

“Of course you know about that I guess,” He shrugged, crossing his arms. I didn't know what to say, it wasn't my main interest to change the subject, but it was the only thing I could think of.

“My mom's coming over soon, she doesn't know about any of this so you'll have to stay out of site until she leaves,” I said. He let out a heavy sigh and sat down in a wooden chair nodding.

“You know…” I paused for a moment, thinking it might only make him feel worse. “It's not so bad to be locked up if someone you love's there with you. I mean, even if you have nothing but that, it's better than being free and having no one. I learned that after I got out,” I shrugged and sat down on the couch where I'd slept that night.

“No one loves me, that's pretty apparent,” He said bluntly. “My dad…” He stopped suddenly and looked away.

“Your dad? What about him?” I became curious, I hadn't thought about what his family was like, or how they would take knowing where their son was at the time, or if they even cared. Hell, the only thing I really had thought about concerning him was sticking my dick up his ass.

“I shouldn't tell you,” He looked away. “I'm not supposed to tell anyone too much, if you want to know you'll have to hear it from him,” He emphasized the final pronoun in a way that made me shudder. I felt almost as though I couldn't trust everything he said, Ben had seemed like such a nice person, then again he wasn't the one I found locked in a room.

“Do you have his cell phone number or anything?” I asked. I wanted answers, mostly in order to find out how easy it was going to be to get the hell out of this and back to my life.

“No,” He sighed. “What was it like in prison camp?” He'd changed the subject too soon and I wrinkled my nose, but I suppose if he didn't know there was no way to find out until he came home. Ben certainly wasn't going to tell me on his will, and I was in no position to force him into speaking up.

“Well, it was bad. But I made it, as you can see…” I shrugged. “There was this guy, I didn't know his name I called him Snake. He'd come into my room almost every day and rape the shit out of me. The only thing positive about that place was…” I stopped suddenly. Now was definitely not the time to go into it, my personal obsession, I was in the midst of bigger problems.

“Was what?” He tilted his head. My breath hitched and I paused, I sort of did want to talk about it, but at the same time I wanted to forget.

“There was this guy…” I began. “He was in the cell next to me and he'd talk to me and tell me about the actual world, describing every single positive thing about the average life, life out of the prison camp. He was so great to me, I mean, he was the only person back then who had ever been nice to me, I couldn't help falling…” I cut myself off there. “Anyway, I was looking for him for part of my life but by now I've given up, I wouldn't be surprised to find that he died when they lit the place on fire,” I forced myself to chuckle a little, assuming he'd see it as just a silly crush like so many others did, like I should've.

“Well people change,” He said plainly. “I mean, even if he is still around, he might not be that sweet, kind, lovable person you met him as. After all it has been six years,” He mumbled. I raised an eyebrow at him, I'd never really thought about that, what if Richard was different, what if he wasn't the person I'd fallen in love with. It didn't matter, I still at least wanted to find him.

“I just don't understand why he wouldn't want…” He froze and looked up at me, as if suddenly realizing that he was speaking out loud. “I mean… nevermind, your mother might be here soon, I should go back to my room,” He stood up and headed towards the stairs. I didn't stop him, or even say anything, he was right and I just wanted to think.

Mom seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere when she dropped off my things. She didn't ask any average motherly questions, or take a look around the house, she just kissed my forehead and left. She didn't even seem to notice the wet spot on my pants which I'd decided was spilled orange juice to her.

I opened my bag to find three changes of clothes, though I'd only asked for two, a bag of my favorite chips, my toothbrush, and my MP3 player. I chuckled, mom really knew what I'd want to have with me, even before I did.

I jumped when the phone rang on the table beside the couch right behind me. I cursed myself for being startled by it as I reached to pick it up, having no idea who it may have been, and no expected calls.

“Hello?” I said simply.

“Hey, nice to see you haven't run home to your mother, how you doin' there with my little Rat?” The voice was cheerful, and humorous, I recognized it right away.

“Ben!” I growled. “Or whoever you are! What the hell is this!” I confronted into the phone.

“I told you, I just need you to watch Rat while I'm gone,” He replied, I could pick out the wicked secrecy in his voice, which only pissed me off more.

“Yeah well Rat, wasn't exactly what I was expecting to be babysitting. I want to know what the hell is going on here or I'm going to call the cops and get this kid out of here,” I threatened.

“You don't want to do that,” He was suddenly serious. “There's a lot you don't know about what's going on here, and if you don't take my advice it'll get bloody, and to tell you the truth I'd love it if it did, but you won't,” He warned. “Don't worry, I'll be back there tomorrow night and I'll tell you everything you need to know then, but right now I have to run,”

“Wait! Just tell me who you…” But I was cut off by the dial tone, he'd already hung up on me. I cursed again and slammed the phone down on the receiver.

“He's not the best listener, I know,” Ben was leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, looking straight at me. I sighed and unzipped the duffle bag mom had brought in which my clothes were.

“I'm going to give you some of my clothes, they might be a little big but they'll work. We're leaving right now,” I insisted, rummaging through my bag to find a shirt and pants that would fit him well. He let out a short sharp laugh, though I couldn't see why, there was nothing funny about the situation.

“What?” I glared at him.

“And where exactly were you expecting to go? Unless you have enough money for two plain tickets to Europe or your own private jet we're not going to get very far,” He smirked, as if he thought I was a complete moron just for bringing it up. He really could be a snotty jerk sometimes, and it was getting on my nerves.

“Don't you want to get out of here?” I stopped looking through my bag and just stared at him, arms hanging by my side. He sighed and took a few steps forward.

“Of course I do, I mean who wouldn't?” He shrugged. “It's a nice thought, but it isn't going to happen. Let's say I know a lot more about this guy than you could even guess,” He sat down and made himself comfortable, as if he was unaware that we would be leaving in a few minutes.

“I don't care how good you think he is, we're going to get out of here, and if he doesn't find us, I'll fucking kill him,” I said. This kid had the face of an angel, and he was being treated like dirt, he deserved better, just like everyone in that prison camp deserved better, and I was going to make sure he got what he deserved.

“Remmi, you don't even know why I'm here, why I'm locked up in this house, why he stole my identity, you don't know anything and there's only one person who can tell you everything. I suggest you wait for him,” Ben said. “But I can't say I can stop you from dragging me out of here if your dead set on it,” He shrugged. I was more then dead set on it, in fact, in my mind I considered already done.

He looked good in my clothes, then again it seemed he looked good in anything, even a pink dress. I smirked as the image of this boy with the purple eyes wearing a long pink dress and high heals, in a weird sort of way, it was a sexy image.

“Well then, let's get this over with. I expect to be back in this house and out of these clothes this time Monday,” He sounded certain, but I was fixed on the idea that we were going to get away. “Not to mention getting fucked senseless against my will,” He narrowed his eyebrows at me. I suppose that would be the way Ben would punish him, which made me wonder what he'd do to me if we were caught

“All right… I got reservations at a hotel, it'll be too easy to find us if we went back to my place, we're going to stay there one night, and then I'm gonna check out the police station and see if they have anyways to protect you until they got this guy behind bars,” I explained, packing everything I thought we'd need into my duffle bag. I almost couldn't believe I had the guts to steal this guy's food, then again I was stealing his fuck toy already. I took cereal, some snack foods, and a few cans of pop.

“You wouldn't be saying that if you knew more about him,” He seemed like he was still completely incredulous to the whole idea. “Say if you knew… his first name?” He scoffed. I didn't care how good he thought the guy was, or how much he didn't want me to help him, I could help him, and I was going to do it.

“Aright, the hotel's about an hour walk from here, you up to that?” I asked him.

“I'm up to it,” He sighed. “The walk anyway, spending an hour outside sounds good to me,” He started toward the front door as I threw the duffle bag over my shoulder and headed that way as well.

We were silent for most of the walk, that may have been either because I was too busy concentrating on which way it was easiest to carry the duffle bag, or because he was sore at me. Either way since we'd left the house neither of us had opened our mouths until we'd been walking for about fifty minutes.

“He's going to be really pissed when he finds out about this,” Ben mumbled. I rolled my eyes, he probably wouldn't find out until he got back on Sunday night, and by then we most likely would have been under some sort of protection if we could provide enough proof.

“It'll be fine, quit worrying about it,” I said. I was becoming rather sick of his negativity, then again I had sort of forced him into it, but it was too late to go back now, I wished he'd just shut up.

“Easy for you to say, you're not the one getting your ass fucked harder than ever when he finds us,” Ben scowled. “You'll probably just get a wagging finger and some angry words,” He added in a low mumbled.

“Why wouldn't he hurt me? You said he was bad news,” I asked.

“You'll find out soon enough,” He sounded irritated. When I looked up I could see the sign for the hotel we'd be staying at only a few hundred feet ahead of us. I repositioned the duffle bag over my shoulder and quickened my pace.

“You want me to carry that the rest of the way?” He asked, apparently noticing that I was having trouble, in a sense that I felt like my arm was going to break off.

“If you don't mind,” I shrugged, handing the bag it off to him. It surprised me, for the most part he seemed like just a snob, but now and then there was a sweet side of him that shown, a side that cared.

The hotel room was nice, two queen-sized beds, a television, and a desk in the corner. There were paintings hung on the wall and the wall paper was covered in different shaped leaves.

“Two beds?” He chuckled, seeming surprised.

“Why not?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you rather sleep with me?” I smirked, I was joking, but I guess I didn't show it well enough.

“I think the question is, would you rather sleep with me,” He sat down on one of the beds and titled his head, looking at my suspiciously.

“If I wanted in your pants I wouldn't have spent extra money on a room with two beds,” I shrugged. “Don't worry,” I unzipped the duffle and pulled out some of the food I'd brought along, setting it on the desk and tossing the bag against the wall.

“Worry? Who says I don't want you in my pants?” I felt him grab my hand, giving it a short tug I was forced to look at him. He was wearing a sinister smile, such a suggestive look was given by his purple eyes that I couldn't help being turned on by it. He pulled on my hand again, this time harder and he pulled me toward him. I held my breath for the longest time just looking into those eyes, his hands caressing my arms and chest as he slowly inclined forward, the smirk never leaving his lips. I finally let the breath out just before we made contact, it felt so good to have his mouth against mine again, I got right into it immediately. He suddenly broke the kiss and looked at me seriously.

“That is, if you want in my pants?” He shrugged.

“Oh shut up,” I pushed him down onto the bed, crushing my lips against his, he already knew what I wanted. I wasn't sure if he wanted it as well, maybe he was just playing the part, but things seemed different during this time around than they had the first time.

I woke up on top of him and the room was dark, the sun had gone down and the lights were off. I looked at the clock, it read 10:30 PM, I must've slept all day, and Ben was still asleep. My throat felt dry and my mouth felt slimy inside, I needed a drink and I needed to brush my teeth. I got up slowly, being careful not to wake the angel face that lay beneath me.

I trudged into the bathroom with my eyes half open and flipped on the light. The brightness stung my eyes as I waited for them to adjust, holding my hand up in front of the light bulb to make it easier on them.

“Didn't I advise you not to run off with him?” I froze, hearing a familiar voice from behind me. “Or did I not make myself clear?” A strong, merciless hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me backward, the next thing I knew I was up against the wall looking into a pair of silver eyes.

“How…” I gasped. “How did you find out we left!” I gagged, his hand was held around my throat. Not long after he removed it and squeezed it around my upper arm, holding me in place.

“I called and no one answered, and once I'm suspicious I'll find out what's going on, didn't Ben tell you?” He let me go finally and shut the door.

“He's Ben,” I glared. “I want to know who you are, and I want to know now, you dragged me into this,” I scoffed at him. Ben had been right, he'd found us a lot sooner than either of us had expected, but right now that wasn't my main concern.

“You don't want to know who I am,” He sighed and fell against the sink. “That is, if you don't want to be in this, then it's best you just leave now. My job was called off thanks to your little stunt,” He seemed angry with me, but not in an enemy verses enemy sort of way, more as though he was disappointed.

“You mean the assassination?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Not quite, but pretty damn close,” He murmured. “I took a few lives, but no one in particular,” He was faced toward the tiles on the floor, but his eyes were on me.

“Tell me who you are, then I'll leave,” I crossed my arms, squinting at him. I needed a name if I was going to take it to the police. He chuckled at crossed the bathroom, looking at the ceiling and shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Kid,” he sighed. “If I told you who I am I'm not sure you'd want to leave. So if you don't want in it, and it's going to get messy, then you'd better leave,” He said. “You're not a bad looking kid. If I'd seen you in bed with anyone else I'd probably be jealous,” He was staring at the wall, running his fingers through the cracks between the tiles.

“But Ben's just a toy,” I mumbled under my breath. “To you anyway,” I slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub. “I want your name,” I asked once more.

“First tell me you're willing to get mixed up in this,” He turned back toward me and kneeled in front of me. “Then I'll tell you everything. If you're not going to be apart of it I'm not giving you any info on it,” He said plainly.

“Why do you want me to be apart of it?” I leaned as far as I could away from him.

“Because…” He voice trailed off and his hand brushed over my cheek. “Remmi, would it bother you if I told you I want to kiss you?” He was inclining forward with every second. My heart stopped, my breath slowed, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard, it was a voice from the past that I couldn't help be recognized.

“Richard,” I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head forward, crushing my lips against his, and he kissed me back. I hadn't thought very much through, or considered what was going on around me, as soon as I knew he was there I just wanted to hold him, kiss him, take him in my arms and never let go.

A/n- Yes, this is extremely late. Well I'm off my writers block, so chapter four shouldn't be too far away, and chapter seventeen of Where the Heart Is should be up soon too. Like my little cliff hanger? This one's a bit short but I like to tease you x3. There's a big explanation from Richard in the next chapter after they make out ;). That's all I'm saying.