The rain beat softly on the window as I look bearily out into the wet and cold world looking back. The sky was dark and grey, and the streets were empty. It was a Monday afternoon and classes had be cancelled. I sighed as I looked out the window, grey staring me back in the face. It had been four years since I had seen or heard anything from Braydon, I missed him more than anyone could imagine. I missed his touch, his eyes, his smile; his love, his lips, his neck; his body; his laugh, his snore, his hands; him....
I felt like a love sick teenager, grasping for something I couldn't reach; it was the most vunerable I had felt since I was a child. My heart was open and waiting but hurting because Braydon and I could never be. It sucked loving someone you could never have always yearning for their touch and love but never getting it. I loved him; there was no doubt about it and the truth was obvious, I'd never see him again and should have taken advantage of it while I still had it close. I got up from the seat near the window and walked over to my desk, starting to write my essay. It was on how being in film school has helped me with all my problems and helped me learn and build on my skill. I hated writing essays but this one was neccesary for me to graduate; I graduated in six months and then I was free, into the workplace and out of this stupid hell. I was starting to think my parent's had been right years ago when they had told me that going to film school would get me no where. I started writing the next paragraph answering the questions on the sheet they had given me and writing explainations about them. I wrote and wrote until a knock came upon the wood of my door, looking over my shoulder I got up and opened the door to see the cops standing in front of it. I gasped as I looked at the two tall handsome men dressed in blue; why were the police at my door ?
" Mr. King can you come with us?" The taller of the officer's asked. I grabbed my jacket and shoes and walked down the halls with the police, getting weird stares from people as we all walked. I had no idea why I was being escorted out of my dorm room by the police but I went anyways, not wanting to piss off the people who could arrest me.
The room was dimly lit, the walls were covered in papers and a mirror which I knew was actually a one sided window. I sat down in the room and leaned back in the chair, worried and scared at the same time. I hadn't done anything or seen anything having to do with the law so I was clueless as to why I was now sitting in a questioning room. I sighed and the door opened.
" Mr. King we have to ask you a few questions..."
" Well about what ?"
" Someone came in this morning, a young boy, said he was your little brother"
" who ? " I asked confused; I didn't have any little brothers; not that I knew of at least.
" A boy named Braydon Adams " My heart stopped; what ? Braydon ? My Braydon ?
I smiled a bit, nodding as they brought Braydon in; all beaten up. I looked him over, his small body was now tall and more muscular than he was before; simply beautiful. I smiled as he smiled.
" So is he your little brother ?" the police officer asked, I nodded and he smiled.
" well you both can go now, where are your parents ?" without thinking I said something I'd probably regret.
" Dead..." Braydon looked at me shocked but smiled weakly.
" alright well, we'll realease him into your custody since your legal" I nodded and Braydon walked over to me, hugging me tight. I missed him but now he was back and I loved him.
" I missed you..." I whispered into his ear, he shivered.
" Same here..."
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Addicted
Fiksi Remaja" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.
