Chapter 29

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"Here?" I handed Dylan the cream "for your back. It helps it heal faster?" We were sitting on the bleachers. Dylan had his shirt back on. He kept quiet ever since we sat on the bleachers.

Dylan looks at the cream and reads it, "I'm good I use pills for the pain."

He hands the cream back to me, "Why take pills when you can take something that is less problematic to your health? Cain is in the hospital because of overdose you know?"

"Yeah. But you shouldn't worry about me. Besides my wounds are on my back it would be a pain to rub them when it will be hard for me to reach them."

"Here? Let me do it for you?"

Dylan looks at me with one eyebrow up, "That seems to be a bit of a gay action?"

"I just want to help you. By the way I know those wounds. They are whip wounds."

"I guess."

"You know if somebody is abusing you. Then you should tell the police or my father?"

"No. I don't want that. And you do not tell them," Dylan gets off the bleachers and starts walking away.

"Do you want the abuse to stop?"

Dylan turns, stops and looks at me, "Sorry but I can't talk about it with you."

"Well then talk too a councilor then?"

Dylan gets down from the bleachers, walking back too the school building, "I will keep that in mind."

Soccer practice went well. The new comers still need to work on things or two or three before they are ready. Our first game is next week. In Spain. It is going to rain today. Looking up at the sky I think about what to do about Dylan's abuse. If I should tell someone? It's my job to help when someone is getting mistreated. I decided to tell Cain. Since he is friends with him he should know. Tomorrow I will tell him.

I think about Thursday. That's when Cain sees his father in court. I roll my eyes at the thought of the one time Cain can see his father is in trial. I agreed to come with him. For support. 

It was dinner time. But first I went straight too the shower. It was empty. I breathed heavily. I can take a shower in peace. Getting undressed and putting my towel on the hanger I turn on the water. When the water got warm I stripped down my boxers and went in. Ducking my head down I listen, as the water went down my back. I wondered what Cain was doing right now. Probably sleeping or eating dinner at the cafe'. I wanted to hold him so bad right now. Being away from him is making my heart beat rapidity. Taking the shampoo bottle I turn so that my back is facing the shower and start rubbing my scalp. Cain makes me feel so complete. I wasn't sure with my feelings for him till yesterday and now I can't stop thinking of him. It's then that I decided that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I know what I must do.

The taxi stopped by a jewelry store and I got out, paying the cab driver and got into the shop. The last time I been in a jewelry store was to buy my mom a gift for Christmas. Now I'm here for one thing, "Excuse me where are the men wedding rings?"

"Right this way sir?" a jewerly clerk says.

I nod and followed him.

"Here we are?"

"Thank you," he was still standing there, "that will be all."

"Oh of course sir. Just call me out when you need me."

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