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Title: The Only Exception: AJLS. Chapter 19: First Day View count: 143 Rating: 5.0 (2 ratings) Description: Hey ya'll! It's really late! Nick's P.O.V. It had been two months. No contact whatsoever from Joe. I was starting to lose hope that he was coming back from me. I needed his love. i needed him. At night after I cry myself to sleep I can hear him calling my name, like he's trying to search for me in this darkness. Every night I dream of his sweet, soft, face. His gentle hazel eyes caressing every inch of my aching soul. How I longed for his touch. Tears welled up in my swollen eyes as I remembered how he used to wake me up with kisses. I remembered how those kisses made me feel. My stomach fluttered as I swear I could almost feel his kiss being planted upon my cheek. God how I lusted for him as well. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, sweat dripping down my bare chest. When I had hot, passionate, seductive dreams about Joe I'd touch myself and fantasize it was him doing it just to satisfy my raging hormones. It was hard to keep focus because all that was ever on my mind was Joe. My parents even mentioned once or twice that they could hear me moan in my sleep. My father knew I was still glued to Joe. He called me names daily: faggot, pathetic excuse for a son, and ass pirate...that was his new one apparently. He knocked me around every once and a while. My mother wasn't as abusive as me father. Most of the time she'd come to me crying, telling me that I'm supposed to be with a woman, not a man. That I was to be straight and make beautiful grandchildren with the opposit sex. Rarely she'd walk by me and mutter an insult. Yesterday she was walking down the stairs and stopped abruptly when she saw me on the couch, she mumbled, "Disgusting." then made her way back up the stairs and shut herself in the bedroom. My mothers tears is what brought on my father hitting me. He said, how dare I make my mother cry. And that he was beat the gay out of my for as long as he needed too. Bastard. Today...was my first day of senior year and I was positive it was going to suck major camel testicle. I walked downstairs with my backpack slung over one shoulder to find my mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table, drinking their morning cups of coffee. "Good morning, faggot." My eyes settled on my father's cold, soul-less eyes. My mother kept her head bowed at the newspaper, being silent like the "good" wife was meant to be. "Morning father...mother" I looked down at my acid-wash skinny jeans and gray v-neck shirt. I saw my mother stare at m as I went into the pantry and grabbed a granola bar, "Have a good day at school honey." She gave me a small smile. I almost wanted to run over there, hug her and whisper in her ear that I felt terribly sorry for her that she had to marry him. Then I remembered what she made me leave behind. My life. Bitch got what she deserved...is what I thought as I walked out the front without a word. Joe's P.O.V. Bright light broke through the curtains on my window, and I covered my head with a pillow. Nick had been gone for weeks and I didn't know if I could make myself wait anymore. I had to go and steal him back. I moved my legs from under my covers and leaned up. I thought about how everything made me think of Nick. It was odd because the things that reminded me of him had nothing to do with him personally. I looked across my room at the other bed that, my two best friends were sleeping in. Miley and Selena. I smiled softly when I noticed how Miley's hair was slung over her face. My smile widened when I remembered how Nick's curls covered his beautiful chocolate eyes. My smile then faded when I, by habit, looked behind me, expecting to find Nick laying there next to me, where he should be. Tears filled my eyes and it burned so bad. That's how much I had been crying. I stared down and my tears fell to the hard wood flooring, making to shining dots when the sun hit them. I must've let out a cry because Selena leaned up and hopped out of the bed, then sat by me. "Aww. Joe." I let her rest her head on my shoulder. Miley and Selena have literally lived with me since Nick left. I didn't get out of bed for a whole week except for going to the bathroom. They had to force feed me. It was not a fun week. I suddenly found myself speaking words to Selena, "We need to go get him. I can take this no longer." I bet none of you are up. Damn. I love this song. Comment? Rate? Sub? Tags: jick, love, story, joe, nick, onetruemedia, Author: iwantrobert666 |
