Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Please be gentle. Email- demitiriK@yahoo.com. I don't bite =]
"Chris I've missed you dearly."
"Awesome." Then I hung up and slipped the battery out of my phone. As much as I wanted to talk to Steven I couldn't bare the sound of his soothing voice. Because all that voice did was cover the monster he is and the pain he caused me.
Before I met Steven I was such a happy person who was full of life. After I finally escaped his clutches I've never been the same. I wasn't born a quiet, reserved, self spoken person. I use to be so alive, fun, and entertaining. He ruined my life and eliminated the idea of trusting another person.
I needed to talk to my bestfriend Eric. He pretty much was the director of my life and always gave me the best advice. When everyone was telling me to get involved with Steven he was right at my side saying it would be the biggest mistake of my life. Looking back I wish I would have listened to him. I placed the battery back in and hoped he would answer quickly.
"Hello?"
"Eric.. I need you."
"What happened?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"Steven." I didn't even have to talk about it. Eric knew exactly what had happened. We've been friends for so long we can just say one word and the other will know exactly what was going on.
"Change your number Chris."
"But I miss him."
"Have you forgotten all the shit he's caused you? Have you forgotten the numerous nights you stayed at my house crying your eyes out? Have you forgotten all the people who laughed at you and talk about you because of the embarrassment?"
"No."
"Then why oh why would you want to let the person who caused all of that back into your life?"
"Eric its just that I don't know. I somewhat want him back."
"You want him back?! Are you fucking serious?! You got Jorge who's really good for you and you want that shitty Steven?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Chris you are something else. Hmm have you forgotten the time he verbally abused you in front of your family and they did nothing? Have you forgotten when he fucked another dude in school and you did nothing? Or better yet have you forgotten when he wooped your ass so fucking bad you were in the hospital with a broken leg? God! Why are you being so damn dumb?! You have a good guy and now you're about to fuck it up being stupid! I can't believe you Chris!"
He hung up on me. My bestfriend in the world who was more of a brother pretty much gave up on me. I called him back ten times yet he never picked up any call. The tears quicky streamed down. I didn't bother to drop my phone or anything I froze and just cried myself to sleep with phone in hand waiting for Eric to hopefully call me back.
I woke up the next day with my face feeling dry as hell from all the tears. I had no missed calls or texts or anything. There was an important assembly at school today but oh well I was going to stay in the house. I walked downstairs to turn on a pot of coffee and just think about last night and what needs to be done.
On one hand I had Jorge who I really liked and knew for a fact he really liked me. On the other hand I had suave, sensual, and beautiful Steven who for all I know could have had a personality change.
When I first met Steven I was shocked. He stands at 6'2 weighs around 180 with muscles everywhere. Jet black wavy hair cascaded to the middle of his back. A short and cute button nose rested right between his strikingly beautiful green eyes, which stood out from his full red lips and dark hair. He got all of his marvelous features from his pure Dominican background.
Steven got his heavenly body from years of running track and playing football. I espicially admired seeing him in his track outfit for his dick was clearly visible. All 10 thick as an arm of it was visible. Whenever he ran it would bounce up and down and his big balls would bounce right along with it.After one race he was walking by hisself to his car with the suit still on and I couldn't help but lean against the bleachers to admire. The way his massive penis layed there nestled against his thigh, the way his round bubble butt jiggled as he walked was simply hypnotizing. I never thought he knew of me looking.
"You getting a good look Christiano?"
"Uh how do you know my name?" I asked pleasently surprised.
"I've asked about you?"
"Why me?"
"You're cute that's why"
I couldn't help but blush when he said that. He replied with a smile an hopped in his car then drove away. The moment solidified my crush on Steven. Only if I knew what I was getting myself into. Apparently all the people Steven dated before me were treated fairly well. Then again all the people he dated before me were girls. His last girlfriend cheated on him with his very on brother and he went a whole 8 months without a relationship. I know for a fact that definetly fucked up his head seeing as how he spent an entire month in the hospital from mental depression. I didn't learn of that little piece of information until me and him were going together. At first I was like 'what the hell?' but after a while I just accepted it and moved on.
My quiet remembrance was interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone. It was Jorge. Had Eric went and blabbed about everything to him?
"Hello?" I asked in a soft tone which still had traces of my sadness.
"Why you didn't come to school?" it was Jorge. I can tell by the shaking in his voice something was obviously wrong. Why did Eric have to open his fucking mouth!?
"I woke up late and didn't feel very well."
"You sure you don't wanna spend the day with Steven?"
I froze. I had no clue on what to say that I didn't even want Jorge to find out about this. Just what could I say to make this all stop?
"Well, answer me."
"I.. I wasn't going to spend the day with anyone I just wanted to be alone so I could think."
"Think about what? Think about how you want him back? Think about all the time you wasted being with me?"
"Jorge please I didn't waste anytime with you."
"I see you answered my last question but you skipped right over the middle one. Do you or do you not want Steven back?!"
I paused. No idea with what to say. My heart was shouting 'No! No! Hell fucking no! I want you I love you!' Yet my mind was saying 'Yes, I do.'
"Its ok. No need to answer your silence told me all I needed to know."
"Wait!"
But it was too late. He hung up on me. I didn't call him back. I didn't call anyone else that day and nobody called me. Apparently my best friend had no words for me and I guess Jorge was now just another ex of mines. The tears came rolling with a force. So much shit has been going on in just a freaking week and I couldn't handle this stress. I was crying hysterically, no matter what the tears wouldn't stop. I really loved Jorge and he just broke me into pieces. On top of that Eric wanted nothing to do with me and to top off my cake of joy Steven, who's possibly the worst man I ever dated wanted to rekindle the relationship. It was too much to take in all at once.
Everything went black. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. My mind suddenly felt empty and I hit something very hard. And unfortunately I had nobody there to help me. I guess this is what rock bottom is. Hopefully I will be able to only go up from here.
I woke up in a hospital bed with a bunch of wires and tubes hooked up to various body parts. I looked over to see Jorge sitting there watching the tv with a bunch of tissues next to him. Maybe he still did care.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"You collasped" his tone was ice cold and heartless. He didn't even bother to look at me or ask how I was feeling.
"Fuckk"
"Yea. Later." And with that he got up and fixed himself to walk out the door.
"Don't leave me. Please." I felt tears comming back and I didn't want this.
"Why should I stay? You don't love me. All this time you still had feelings for the boy who treated you like dirt. You don't deserve me." Such cold words cut me deep.
There was nothing I could say to change his mind. We were over. His words said it all and his actions supported it. I turned my head and gently started to sob to myself. He came over and wiped my hair behind my ear which is a little thing I have a habit of doing and kissed me on my cheek.
"You broke my heart Christiano."
I heard the pain and sadness in his voice. I sensed him yearning for affection. I could tell he was on the verge of breaking at any moment. But I was ruined. The tears rushed out of my eyes with pain. My pillow was soaked in tears. I felt sadness, hurt, despair, anger, and madness all wrapped in one. I was sent into so much pain but at that point I didn't care. I screamed, I ripped away all the wires and tubes, I threw the pillows and sheets around the room. I got out of the bed and flipped the hospital machines onto the floor, I tossed the chairs at the window and broke it. I reached up to grab the television and slammed that against the floor breaking it to. In an instant I was filled with a fiery rage and then just as quickly as it came it went away.
I fell to my knees on the floor sobbing uncontrolably. Many nurses came rushing in to see just what the hell had happened. They swarmed around me, which amped up my claustrophobia, and I pushed them all out the way in a mad frenzy. Some big guys in blue scrubs came to restrict me and stick with some relaxing drugs. I put up the fight of my life pushing them all against the wall and running around the room. One guy made an attempt to grab me and I bit the hell out of his shoulder. Another snuck up on me from the back and threw me onto the bed. I then layed on the cold floor feeling woozy. With no idea if Jorge was still around I said "I'm sorry."
Then everything went black again. My mind raced with images of my life and what just happened. I woke up and screamed. All the pain and stress I've been through was driving me crazy and I felt as though I was having a nervous breakdown. Why did this have to happen to me?