Endless Nights
Chapter 7
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His lips were so soft. But wait I should go back to how I found him. I
just happened to be driving down the street and I heard his voice. I thought
I was losing my fucking mind but clear as a bell I heard him call to me.
It was like some fucked up psychic connection. Hell I even looked around
for Dion Warwick. I stopped in front of that yellow
house, looked up at the windows and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that
my Sunshine was in there. I could feel him.
I put the car in park, got out, left the fucking door open and knocked on
the front door. The second he opened that door I knew it was him. He was
so smooth, didn't let on that he knew me. I walked into that house and acted
like the lost traveler looking for his grandmother's old house that he grew
up in. Something told me that he didn't buy it and I could tell he was nervous
by the way he kept pacing the kitchen.
I'd somehow managed to get in there. I looked around and spied the door next
to the fridge. I was sure it lead to a basement
and my gut told me that Justin was in there. I maneuvered my way next to
that damn door and backed against it.
I did my best to not tip him off that I knew he had Justin, but the man was
smart. Looking around the room I found a cast iron skillet on the stove and
grabbed it, swinging it over my head and hitting him on the back. He fell
to the floor and I opened that damn door and ran for Justin.
I saw him sitting there, head in hands, crying. I'd heard him screaming,
I heard him begging me to come save him and I hadn't answered. I reached
through those fucking bars and caressed his beautiful face. I had to kiss
him. I had to.
I heard the gunshot just as I felt the softness of his lips press against
mine. I felt the warmth of blood flow across my cheek and I saw him slump
against the bars of that cell. I turned expecting to find Jimmy standing
there with a gun pointed at my head.
Imagine my surprise when I spotted Daphne, holding a smoking gun with a man
dying at her feet.
"Call 911. Now."
It was that exact moment that she realized that Justin was bleeding at my
feet. She stood there sobbing and shaking and I had to yell at her to get
her moving.
"DAPHNE CALL 911 NOW. Tell them that Justin's been
shot and that his kidnapper is lying in a pool of his own blood as well.
DO IT NOW DAPHNE."
I don't know what came over me, but I knew that I had to get into that cell
where Justin was. I had to find out where he had been shot, how bad he was
hurt and to make him fucking live. I talked to him the whole time I searched
for those fucking keys.
"Don't you fucking die on me Sunshine. I swear to
God that if you die, I'll bring you back to life to kill you. You just keep
fighting. This little prick is lower than even
His silence frightened me. Just this once I wanted him to stand the fuck
up and yell at me. Shit, I'd even settle for his annoying me about saying
those fucking words he needs so desperately. Just as long
as he was okay.
I searched for those fucking keys for who knows how long before I found them
hanging above the door. By the time I had the door open, Daphne was back
and there were sirens in the distance. I could see out of the corner of my
eye that she was standing next to me and that she was crying. I got up, stepped
over the dead body in the middle of the floor and found a towel to try to
stop the bleeding.
I was holding his head in my lap, with Daphne crouched next to me whispering
to Justin when the rescue workers arrived. They tried to push me away from
him but my icy stare and unrelenting grasp told them in no uncertain terms
that I wasn't going any fucking where except where he was.
After several minutes, we were both loaded into the ambulance speeding towards
the local hospital with Daphne following closely behind. The drive seemed
to take forever and I was starting to get nervous that he hadn't woken up
yet.
I flashed back to Prom and I could feel the terror welling up inside of me
again at the thought of losing him. I'd been down this road once before and
I'd be damned if I was going to let him leave me again. We pulled up in front
of the ER and just as they were taking him out of the ambulance he opened
his eyes.
Those beautiful sapphire pools that I loved to gaze deeply into as I made
love to him found my eyes and I knew that he was safe. Justin said so much
with just one look and I was thankful that I knew him so well.
They took him into an exam room and regardless of how much I
bitched, they wouldn't let me in there to be with
him. Daphne led me to the waiting room, sat me down in front of a television
playing that annoying fucking Sponge Bob shit that Justin watched constantly
and went in search of coffee. The coffee was more for her to have something
to do than because I needed it.
She sat next to me, handing me the steaming liquid and I really looked at
her. She was and still is beautiful. Not only in the physical
sense but in the fact that she loves my boy so much. There is so much
history between them, yet that seems to be the glue that holds them together.
I know that for a point in her life, she held a little torch for him. Luckily
he set her straight, pun intended about the fact that just because he'd slept
with her by no means meant he wanted to set up a happy little hetero home
with her.
We'd been sitting there for what seemed countless lifetimes when this handsome
doctor came out to ask for Justin's family. I stood and loudly proclaimed
that I was his partner and prepared myself for the worst.
After hearing that his wounds were minimal and that was cleaned up they had
determined that the bullet had just grazed the side of his head, not doing
much harmful damage, I thanked the doctor then headed straight for his room
with Daph in tow.
I opened the door cautiously, only to find him sitting up in the bed with
an OUT magazine and a ginger ale he'd charmed one of the nurses into bringing
him.
"You little shit, you scared the fuck outta me."
"Come on, Bri, you know I wouldn't leave you without
at least one last fuck."
"Well after that fucking stunt, you'll be lucky if I ever let you suck my
cock again."
"Oh, you'll let me." He looked past me at Daphne standing uncomfortably behind
me. "Hey Daph."
"Justin, I'm sorry."
"For what? You saved my life and Brian's. Thank
you."
"But I.." she trailed off.
"You saved my life. Now cheer up cause I have found
the cutest doctor for you."
"Just like my boy to be checking out the men while recovering from a
gunshot."
At that precise moment the cute doctor chose to walk in and we all burst
into laughter.