Swallow My Lies

Connected

By the time Robert was running towards his apartment, Mia had called Alexander to check what was going on. It was the night before when Alexander called her and told her what had happened. She went to Alexander's place to see Robert. She liked Robert. She liked him very much. She felt connected to him somehow. When she saw him, he was passed out, or just regaining conscious for seconds to vomit. Alexander didn't think he would be comfortable with seeing Mia there and would feel more embarrassed so he asked her to go and said he'll tell her how Robert is doing tomorrow.

When Mia called the next morning Alexander told her about the little conversation he had with Robert and his concern. Mia was also worried but that was because she liked Robert. She enjoyed him but she didn't understand why Alexander was acting in that way. It seemed strange. The way Alexander spoke was strange. Not that strangeness was a new thing for Alexander but it wasn't his type of strangeness. He wouldn't be so kind to anyone. Might there be something in Robert that interests him?

As soon as Mia understood Robert had gone back to his apartment, she decided to go and talk to him. She didn't know why exactly this mess of a man had attracted her. Maybe because in some way she was broken too. She was in some away, also a mess.

She got there as fast as she could and went inside when another person was coming out of the apartment and held the door open for her. Gentlemen still are among us apparently. She didn't use the elevator and ran up the old stairs. She knew what floor it was, she had looked up his address after the interview. Nothing strange for her. She always does this with everyone she meets. Telephone number, addresses, name of previous pet, when their puberty started! Everything.

Mia noticed the open door on Robert's apartment and went in without making a sound. She went in and closed the door slowly. She walked in the small living room and from there she could see Robert in the room in front of her. Robert was exposed. So vulnerable. So beautiful.

She kept quiet. She kept waiting. He's going to notice her. He's going to notice her. She is begging with her eyes for him notice her.

***

Robert stopped what he was doing and took a step back. He pulled up his pants trying to hide what was already revealed, but it was hopeless. Mia was just standing there. Observing.  Robert, after some useless efforts to hide his erection stood where he was. Shocked. He could feel Mia's eyes and he had absolutely no idea what to do. He just stood there, he finally looked up and met Mia's eyes. They seemed... interested.

Mia threw her bag to a corner and then started walking towards Robert. Slowly. With every step she took she was unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly. She got close to Robert. And when she got close to Robert, no blouse was hiding her skin. She took off her bra and stood so close to Robert, her nose almost touching his. Robert was hopeless. His eyes filled with guilt. With passion. With sorrow. This made him even more, "interesting" to Mia. She came close and licked the tear rolling down Robert's eye. Robert let out a soft groan. She then started taking off his pants. Robert didn't do anything. He was motionless. He just couldn't move. Mia then started what Robert had stopped. She kept stroking him and all Robert did was letting out soft cries. Stroking gently. Their eyes locked. Mia started kissing Robert. Her lips worked as a brutal attacker, not holding back. Giving it her everything. Then she lead him to the bed. They fell slowly. Mia took her underwear off and made Robert get closer to her. Touching his chest and kissing his neck. As if she was marking him to be hers.

Robert did what he was told. Not told really. He did what he was lead to do. Robert entered Mia gently, she let out a cry as he moved. With every move Mia's cries got a bit louder. She then wanted to take Robert's shirt off but Robert resisted. Mia had already seen the scars on Robert's legs and his back. The legs were Robert's doing, but some of the scars on the back. They weren't.

Robert was getting agitated. He wanted to run again and Mia didn't want that. She wanted him. Every little bit of him. All of him. He was too beautiful too let go of. Too broken to not care for. Too precious. Too fragile. Rare and so uncertain. He needed to trust her. He needed someone to understand him. She knew this. And she already knew what she had to do to keep him where he was. Too keep him from running away.

Mia took Robert's hand and made him touch her wrist. His fingers trailing the scars left on her wrists. She made him look at it. There were "suicide marks" on Mia's wrist. Robert looked at her, taken a back. Not sure if this was true. He cupped her face with his hands, tears falling from her eyes. He thrust into her and she let out a scream. She did not resist. Not at all. She wanted this.

Robert knelt his forehead to Mia's. He felt okay. He felt real. Alive. No longer a piece of meat like everyone else. Something that actually took breath. His thumb on Mia's shoulder. Touching her skin. The touch of green in her brown eyes, how she was smiling. Her tears of joy and pain. Her beauty. Everything that she held seemed so precious. And Robert felt so much alike. He felt like he was understood. Is it okay for him to feel this way? Is it okay for him to be happy right now? Is he allowed to? Can he stay like this? He wanted it. He wanted happiness. Even if he didn't deserve it.