Chapter Five.

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The way Leland's stomach is feeling right now, gives him the feeling that he might actually be sick. There's something stirring inside of him the more he looks at Johnny and that person; that makes him feel absolutely horrible. There was no way that Johnny could be twined that way, the more he stares and the more he thinks on it; nothing adds up right for Leland.

Johnny didn't even look like someone who could be that way, and the whole time Leland has been with them - he never got that type of impression. Johnny was hard-laced, he was very dedicated to the work he had; and the family that surrounds him, would never have raised him that way. So why, all of a sudden, was Johnny becoming intimate with someone of the same gender? It's enough to make Leland need to evacuate the dancefloor, and he pushes past everyone with a cold sweat running down his body - he didn't want to be anywhere near something like that.

He doesn't even care at the moment who he pushes past, the grunts from those who he's hit with his shoulder as he makes his exit; he just needs to get out. He needs fresh air right now, can't be in this environment and he needs to think about how he can go home after this. There was no way Leland could stay in a place that supports something like that. It would make him too uncomfortable to do anything on the farm, and knowing he would be under the same roof of this type of sin; already drives his head fucking wild. He keeps pushing past all of the people, before he finally makes it to the front door - and he's pushing it open more faster than planned, before he can finally make that step outside.

The wind was harsh on his skin, goosebumps littering along his body from it all; and Leland still feels like he wants to be sick. He's unsure as to why it's affecting him this much, when the last time he saw this happen - it only left a sour taste in his mouth. Maybe it was due to the fact that Leland was living here, and it could also be because well.. It's Johnny. It's the one who annoys him the most, but also the one who looked like he would never be that type of way. It upsets Leland more than he would've liked, and the disgust he feels is just simmering inside of his stomach waiting to burst. He isn't even sure how he should face Johnny right now, would it be more appropriate for him to just leave? Find a way back to the farm, pack his bags and just go?

He knows logically if he went down that path, there would be no way in hell Angela would allow him to marry Ana. But Leland can't see him actually staying in this place anymore, it's too much for him, and there was no way Leland could stay in a place with a.. Faggot.

He has to let a heavy sigh out at that thought, shaking his head as he leans himself against the bar wall. The wind is still cold on his skin, and he leans his head back against the brick as he looks up at the sky. The stars are shining bright tonight, and it makes Leland feel a little bit more calm right now the more he stares at them; and once again, he's just wishing that Ana was here with him. He knows she would be able to calm him down from this, she would whisper sweet words to distract his mind - and she would kiss him in ways that make his mind only think about her. But she wasn't here, and Leland was stuck in his own mind - and he fears the more he thinks on this, the angrier he's going to get. He knows he needs to calm himself down, though he feels like he's also been lied to as well.

It's hard for him to explain that one, but it feels like by hiding this and making Leland find out this way - wasn't the right thing for Johnny to do. He should've been told on the first time they met, it would've given Leland enough time to formulate a plan to get the fuck out of here. He can feel the anger and sickness directed towards Johnny, and he's not surprised when his stomach rumbles once more towards him. He's going to throw up, he knows he will - and he doesn't even find it silly to have this reaction, because what Johnny did was just downright disgusting.

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