Hayloft One Shot

Hayloft

cw: gun violence, homophobia, homophobic slurs

"Did you here that?" He whispered, pressing his fingers against my lips. "Someone's awake." I quickly sat up, my heart racing. Straining my ears I listened carefully for any noises that may indicate we weren't alone. After a few painfully quiet moments, I decided that it was all clear and shook my head. "Darling you're hearing things again," I whispered. "We're okay, I promise." That promise would later cost a life. He nodded and smiled gently before grabbing my chin and pressing his forehead against mine. We both let out a giggle and I felt him grab my hand before gently brushing our lips together. I felt safe and at home for the first time in my life. His breath smelled like sweet coffee and his lips were dry from the sun we had caught earlier. 

"You have beautiful eyes, you know that?" he breathed, and I felt my face grow warm. Before I could think about what I was doing I pressed my lips against to his in an attempt to shut him up. Our first and last kiss. After a few moments he pulled away gently traced the outline of my face with his warm fingers. "I love you," He whispered softly, and my heart lept. I turned my head sideways and studied his loving expression before smiling. "I love you too" Another first, another last. I couldn't stop staring at his pretty face, his dark brown eyes and dirty beard complimenting his rough features perfectly. Everything was calm, and I slowly returned back to my senses. As though pulled out of a trance I suddenly became hyper aware of my surroundings, though by the sound of things it was too late. We had forgotten to keep watch.

Before we could react light flooded the barn. My heart sank and the loving feeling was quickly replaced with horror. In the hallway stood the man I feared most, his black hair messy and his eyes murderous. Something shiny gleamed in his hand, which I would later learn the hard way to be a gun. A tense uncomfortable silence filled the air. My father looked back and forth between me and my lover as though he didn't believe what he was seeing. And then without hesitation, he raised his arm and fired. I flinched, but once again, I made the mistake of believing it was for me.

I looked back at my lover, and time stopped. His face was stuck in a sad, confused frown as the patch of red grew from his chest. The colour was quickly draining from his skin and before I could fully register what was happening I was by his side, my arms covered in his blood as I desperately tried to slow it. I pulled off my shirt and attempted to tie it around his shoulders. My attempts were in vain. Just as quickly as his killer had arrived, his breath stopped. I sat back, shivering, unable to move. His brown eyes were less mesmerizing without life behind them but even dead he was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid my eyes on. I heard footsteps behind me followed by a cold, hard object being pressed against my head and a voice I knew all too well. "Move."