STALKER

Chapter 107 - 10th June

I've started this entry several times. Over the last few weeks, I haven't felt my usual enthusiasm for writing up my journal.  Even now I don't even know where to start.

After everything that happened that night, Weirdo and I dragged ourselves to bed in the early hours of the morning. He with his arm tied around his body until he could get to the hospital the next morning and me with a back that was black and blue with bruises and a face to match. All we wanted was to hold each other, but the closest we could manage was lying side by side, Weirdo on his back and me on my stomach and holding hands. I couldn't even kiss him because my lips were cut up. It was a blessing that we both fell asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow.

Once he went to the hospital and his shoulder was put back into place he was in even more pain. It was put in a sling and taped down against his body for the next week. Luckily it wasn't his dominant side and he wasn't totally helpless. As for me I couldn't bend or twist....we were a mess. We stayed away from family and I didn't work at the club that week so no one saw how badly off we were.  We managed to get things done around the house together and even kept up with the plant orders.  

That first week Ben kept to himself and wasn't his usual talkative self.  He spent a lot of time in his cupboard.  I had to coax him out with his favourite movies and pizza.  But he is resilient and it wasn't long before he was back to his old ways following Weirdo around like a puppy and talking to him incessantly. 

For a couple of weeks the physical restrictions made intimacy a challenge and we took up the challenge enthusiastically.  In the end, we ended up giving each other hand jobs standing up in every corner of the house.  After Ben came across us a couple of times having fun and too far gone to care if he was watching, he started entering rooms more cautiously.

I hate owning up to this and I would never tell anyone but we still haven't had sex again.  I have no idea what is stopping us at this point.  But when it finally happens one of us will not be able to walk for a week.

He and I have kept talking about derailing our destiny to a minimum. It's as if we are scared if we discuss it out loud, we'll pop up on Destiny's radar again and she'll come after us. That probably sounds paranoid but we are still shell-shocked. I'm thankful that we have no memory of the other timeline, but both of us imagine the worst.

I can say this sort of thing these days, the new grown-up me doesn't avoid words like love anymore, I love Weirdo and I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together. In the past, we were pawns unable to change our fate but this time around it's different. I'll take on anything, and defy any predestined or self-fulfilling prophecy crap that comes along.  I'm the aberration that will make things right for Weirdo this time around.   I've never been more grateful that my powers kicked in when they did.  They give us a fighting chance. 

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I suppose I should mention a few things that have happened since my last entry. 

 Normally, I would have written all this up daily but maybe because my daily routine got shot to buggery now Weirdo is living here or it was the Sarah thing but the journal has been collecting dust in the secret space in my bedroom for weeks.

First things first..... Weirdo and I expected the police at our door at any time, but they never came. Sarah became a missing person case. The only bleep we made on the police investigation was when two detectives arrived at the club wanting to interview Max and me about the incident that happened the night she disappeared. We both told them our stories, which matched the information given by the Uber driver who witnessed her assault on me... and that was it. Four weeks on and we haven't heard anything else. If this was a novel she would be the unlovable cannon fodder who disappeared without a trace and wasn't missed by anybody.   

If you think I feel any guilt about what I did to Sarah, you would be wrong. She deserved far worse. She did kill me and I suspect she either hurt Weirdo or killed him in the other timeline. Considering the condition I arrived in, I only postponed my death briefly. No matter how hard I try to pity Sarah, I can't.  

On a brighter note, a week ago I found an elegant white embossed envelope in my mailbox. I rarely get mail so it was a pleasant surprise. The address was written by hand in beautiful calligraphy. Inside was the wedding invitation to Adam'sand Ari's wedding. They're getting hitched in November. Well, there you go, romance is alive and well. It's the first same-sex marriage in the history of the Morrison family. John must be spinning in his grave.

A couple of days after the invitation arrived Adam and Ari dropped in unexpectedly. It was for a quick chat they said as they ushered me into my own lounge room and sat me down. I have to say they look great together, so insync especially when it comes to creating drama. To my surprise, my uptight brother managed to shock me with a rather sweet speech explaining how they would be honoured to have me as their best man. Adam started crying, and the big butch Ari followed his cue and comforted him. With so much sweet gushing going on I even shed a tear. Adam added quickly, knowing me well and that I hate fuffing around with things like choosing Black tie or Glam, rainbow coloured theme or classic, that he and mum were organising everything and all I had to do was show up on the day and wear what they gave me. How could I say no?  

Weirdo came in from grocery shopping to find the three of us in an emotional huddle. He shook his head and hurried off to the kitchen. I am sure he was trying to avoid another Morrison family bonding session. He's been to every family dinner since he moved in and unofficially he's been taken into the fold, which means the poor bastard gets them unfiltered. I'm pretty sure everyone realises we are more than housemates. We haven't put a label on our relationship...yet.

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Weirdo is calling me for dinner.  I'll finish up here and for a change,  I won't hide my journal away.  He still doesn't know know about it but as he fills the pages these days, I think it's time to let him read it and show him what I have collected along the way.  Hmmm...I think he is in for a surprise.