Addicted

Addicted: Sins

The sun shone brightly through the curtains draping from the cieling and into my dorm room. I tossed over and got comfortable, snuggling into my blankets for warmth. It was weird sleeping in a room without a roomate, it felt empty. Every time I thought of empty, I would think of Braydon. For some reason that kid had gripped my heart and curiousity too much for my liking. I sighed laying on my back and closing my eyes and falling back into a restless sleep.

One love; One word; One Heart, you deserve....

One lifetime; One touch; One moon, that brightens the Earth.... 

One dance; One kiss; One life, for you and I intertwined

Your lips on mine, you against me...

One Shiver; One light; One touch; One night...

You shine so bright in the moonlight....

Your lips on my neck... 

As I lay back and let your love fill me deep...

Our feet dance and prance as we make love on the Blue Silken Sheets....

I woke up; heart pounding, beads of sweat falling from my brow and my stomach in knots. It had been the first dream I had in awhile that involved sex, I wasn't a very sexual person, however how many times I dreamed of making love to someone could tell you otherwise. I guess it was normal for an twenty-two year old to dream and think about making love and being intimate with someone; however, not having someone to be intimate with really hurt me. I wasn't desperate by any means however I was looking and yearning to be close to someone again. I rolled out of bed and stood up, regretting my decision to get up fast, I clasped a hand on my desk and started to take long breaths, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Once it did I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. It had been a week since I'd seen Braydon last and I would probably never see him again, he was probably half way to New Mexico by now.

The water was warm as the thoughts filled my head of the boy that never had a bed, he slept on a bench in the middle of town with his black short hair that covers his eyes and the cries while he dies; on the inside of course because he's still breathing but barely; he might not make it his fifthteenth birthday and here I am with a roof over my head and a nice warm bed, so I don't have to sleep on a bench or wait for the day to come where my body stopped and went numb....

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back into the room to get dressed. I had just put my shirt on when a small knock came on my door. I walked over to the door and to my surprise Braydon was the one knocking. 

"Braydon..." I said, looking at the boy who had tears in his eyes and a swollen face. I looked at him and he looked back, this time his eyes were filled with fear and sadness. I moved out of the way and he gladly walked in and started shaking furiously. I shut the door quickly and hugged the boy, who tried to escape my grasp but stopped when he realized it was no use. Once he had stopped shaking I sat him down on my bed and held his hand. He looked at me with scared eyes and started to cry again. I felt horrible, he was such a mess. Much more messed up than I have thought of him to be. 

" How'd you know where I lived?" I asked, still holding the boy's small cold hand.

"....I....I...Followed you...." He stuttered, crying again, as if I were about to beat him up for stalking me. I smiled, even though it was a tad creepy, I knew he meant nothing by it.

" I just wanted a place to run.....I'm sorry...I should probably go...." He said, jumping up off my bed and heading for the door, I stopped him by grabbing his jacket hood and pulling him back. He gasped as he fell backwards into my arms. He blushed and turned away from me and unknown to me, I too was looking a tad bit like a tomato.