Asylum»Peterick

4//Leaving

Sometimes you really have to kill your mind to stay alive, I've learned that. Some people say I've completely blocked out the people who I need in my life, but in reality they were just the helpless souls who I couldn't get along with. I hated everyone in my family because they didn't understand me as a person, I suppose. I like to be alone and listen to music on the small radio I have, but they don't like that apparently. To be an actual human being according to them, you need to be a happy bubbly person, but I'm the exact opposite of that. So in order to make me a little happier, I shut all of my family out of my life completely and moved to Chicago. Of course I needed a job, so I decided to be a caretaker at an asylum. During the 10 years of working there, I came to terms within 7 years of working there that I was a homosexual, and it's 1945, and people think that's disgraceful, well I'm sorry I can't be like you and I was probably dropped on the head multiple times as an infant. But recently, a new inmate arrived. He was pretty attractive and he was called Peter, and I have a plan for that Peter. I have proven that he wasn't a murderer, and now I just had to trick Sister Mary into thinking that I had "cured" him of his homosexuality, but Pete and I both knew that it was incurable and he was gay to the heart. The heart I grew attached to, and hopefully it wasn't obvious.

I walked down the men's cell hall, my heart pounding in my chest, butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

I unlocked Pete's cell door and greeted him with his daily breakfast/melted metal.

"Hey good morning, beauti- I-I mean Pa-patrick." he stuttered.

I could feel my cheeks filling up with color.

"Good morning to you too, Peter." I replied, winking.

"Oh, thanks for these, uhm, waffles?" Pete grinned.

"Yeah, sorry. Anyway, today is the day we attempt to trick Sister Mary into thinking that you're straight, are you ready?" I brought up.

"Yeah, I'll act like I'm super into the slideshow but think of shoving my boner in someones ass, then it'd be totally believable." Pete winked.

"Okay well then, uhm, good luck with that." I answered, laughing and totally not getting turned on by Pete's statement.

Peter has been at the asylum for 6 months now, and I plan to leave this hellhole after I get Pete out.

I sat down next to Pete on his cot.

Pete started whispering, "just to let you know," he looked me in the eyes, "I've gotten attracted to you, and I think, that, uh..I, I think I love you. And when you get me out I don't want to leave you." He finished, looking at his feet

I didn't say anything, instead I met his lips, passionately kissing him.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that in these passed six months." I told him.

He was smiling, his cheeks brightened.

"Let's go meet Sister Mary in the testing room." I said, patting his back and standing up.

"Okay."

***

A quarter way through the slideshow, I could see Pete's budge getting larger through the navy colored sweatpants.

Pete looked over to me and winked. Then he continued to masturbate.

After Sister Mary became uncomfortable, she turned off the slideshow.

"He can leave tomorrow morning." She instructed.

"Okay, and I need to talk to you after I put Pete back in his cell." I told her, motioning Pete that it's time to leave the dark room.

"Meet me in my office as soon as possible." She demanded.

"Yes ma'am."

After I lead Pete out of the room he turned to me, stars decorating his eyes and glee written across his face, "thank you so much, Trick, I can't even explain how grateful I am, seriously, thank you so much!" He exclaimed, almost yelling. He looked like he wanted to kiss me.

"Yeah, you're welcome, Peter, I'm glad you're so overjoyed!" We high fived, our fingers entwining for a few seconds.

I put him in his cell where he'd soon be leaving and went to Sister Mary's office.

"So, I want to quit tomorrow, it's not that I don't like working here, it's just that I'm moving to New York." I lied.

"Okay, I just need you to fill out some paperwork in the morning." She answered.

"Thank you, and thanks for these entertaining ten years here." I said, smiling sadly.

I walked out of her office and down the cement stairs and back to Pete's cell, realizing I hadn't locked it when I left.

"So I'm quitting tomorrow so I can spend more time with-you." I told Pete.

"Yay, and thanks again, Trick." He said, smiling even brighter than he was earlier.

"No problem, love." I smiled.