Salvation BoyxBoy (Under Major Editing)

Chapter 19

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"Hey Mom!" He said and leaned back against the counter. I sucked in some air and turned off the sink and stood there staring. He glanced at me, gave me a thumbs up, and continued talking.

"Nothing. Just hanging out with a friend." he said, and glanced at me once more. I bit down my lower lip and wrung my hands while I shifted my gaze to the calendar and counted the days till they were supposed to arrive. Oh my god it seems so freaking close! I looked at Ray, and he mouthed,

"It's ok," and returned to his conversation, which took a bad turn. His broad smile began to shrink and bend into a frown.

"What?" He said standing up straight.

"Why not?!" He shouted. He started to breathe harder, and I could see anger beginning to show in his eyes. Fear began to stir in my chest.

"Uh huh...you can't be serious!" he said, his voice rising higher and higher as the conversation progressed. All of the sudden, he stopped breathing.

"K bye..." he mumbled, and pushed a button. He stood there, staring at his phone for a few seconds, nostrils flaring, shaking with rage. He bellowed out a roar and launched his phone at the wall behind me. I shoved myself flat against the fridge half a second before the sound of cracking plastic filled my ears and bits of whatever pieces came from the phone flew in multiple directions. I flinched when a piece hit my cheek, and I turned my head in the direction of Ray, who was fuming.

"It always work with them!" He yelled and smacked the wall with his hand.

"Work this, work that, always..." and he punched the wall "bloody..." another punch... "WORK!!!" and the wall crumbled beneath his fist and formed into a gaping hole. I stood there staring blankly at Ray. He was screaming and waving his arms around, punching the wall and causing dents in it. My lip began to quiver and my mind disengaged from my body for a few seconds. Before I knew it, I scrambled across the floor, ignoring the sharp stabbing pain in my foot and hugged Ray tightly, pressing my face against his back.

"Ray, stop!!!" I cried. I hated anger. I hated seeing it, I hated feeling it, and I hated it in all its form. I lived with it all my life and I didn't want to see it again. In my mind shot by fast forwarded clips of what anger did. The years of fear, pain, sadness, and I couldn't handle it. I felt a tear push its way up my ducts and onto my face as I hugged him tightly and tried to calm him down.

"Stop...god Ray, please stop...." I sobbed into his back. I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my arms around his body.

"Just stop..." I whispered. His muscles relax, and his short rapid breaths started to become slow even ones. I felt Ray's hands pull my arms off of him, and then I him pull me into a bone crushing hug. I opened my moist eyes and gazed up at him, and saw the anger was draining away rapidly.

"I gotta stop making you cry..." he said softly with an apologetic look on his face. I sniffled and wiped my face with my sleeve.

"No, no, lemme get that..." and he lifted his shirt and began wiping my face with it.

"It's alright," I hiccupped, and gently pushed his hand down.

"It's not alright...ok?" and he proceeded to dry my tears.

"I know how much it scares you when I get angry, and I'm sorry you had to see that." He said gently, and pushed my face into his chest.

"It's just they just told me they weren't coming home and well...you know how upset I get when that happens." he explained barely above a whisper. A sob slipped by and I buried my face back into his chest with my eyes still open.