There's The Cat and Then There's Me [boyxboy]

Chapter Seventeen: The Text

There’s that moment in life people talk about when time slows down and you feel nauseated through to your very core. The world around seems to just snap out of focus and a long droning sound rings through your head. Your hands suddenly go clammy and the pit of your stomach just falls from beneath you as your muscles turn to jelly.

Yeah well… now is that moment.

I really never thought it would happen to me.

I’d always just nod along and say ‘Oh, yeah I completely understand.’

Now I do.

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I couldn’t move my eyes from the screen. The words blurred together as I frantically scanned the text letters trying to find someway to avoid what was blatantly laid out before me.

And to make matters worse, there was a picture.

Right smack bang in the middle.

Of course it couldn’t just be any old picture of, oh, I don’t know, a smiling monkey… it was me and him. Him and I. Accel and I.

Accel and I in the alley.

Accel and I in the alley last night.

Accel and I in the alley last night together.

Together…

It can’t be just any together can it? Oh of course it has to be ‘together’ together.

Me in the, oh-so-obvious, ‘throes-of-desire’ as you could so kindly put it.

Me cumming under Accel’s touch.

Me… fag boy.

It felt as if my world had narrowed down to the tiny electronic item in my hands, the little flickering screen and flashing buttons. As far as I could tell me hands were shaking and I couldn’t breathe, my life had suddenly become this moment, my life hung in the balance of this text. Snapshots of voices floated in and around my head, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it.

Everything was falling apart.

Words from the text seemed to stutter through my minds eye, stop-starting awkwardly.

Fag boy, drug junkies, everyone will know, life, hell, you’re the reason the world is ending, fucking gay faggot… kill you… I’m going to kill you, you don’t deserve to live.. fucking dirty dick loving bitches… tear you limb from limb, the world hates you, you’re nothing, you’re disgusting, you’re gay.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

This can’t be happening… not to me… this is some dream, some terrible fucking nightmare.

Something shot up my arm, the sensation slamming through my entire nerve system.

Buzz… buzz…

Everything suddenly slammed back into place, the tiny vibrations from my phone juddering their way through every muscle in my body. Time sped up again, I could breathe normally… but somehow it was worse. Now I could actually completely realise what was happening. My eyes flicked upwards, just in time to meet the body crashing into my chest, throwing me back down onto the carpeted floor. The phone flew from my grasp, thudding gently on the ground. The weight was off my chest within an instant, a foot nearly landing on my face as Accel scrambled after the phone. I watched in shock, still trying to comprehend what I had just seen.