Touched By A Marine (Book 1)

Chapter Eight: Meet The Cullen's

Ah, water. How I love it so. Just the feeling of running water as it falls down my body relaxes not only me, but my mind as well. Last night’s nightmare was kept to a bare minimum thank god, but I believe the reason for it was because today I actually get to spend the entire day with Brad and eventually meet his family who has no idea that there only son is gay. As I stood underneath the shower head, I kept visualizing different scenarios that in some way, somehow, one of them might actually play out with a happy ending in which case Brad’s parents accept him for who he is and not criticize him because of his sexuality. Whether you’re gay, straight or a lesbian we all created equally in the eyes of the Lord.

The last of the water slid down my body as I shut off the valve and pushed aside the shower glass door and grabbed a red towel that hanged on the wall directly beside me. A fresh layer of steam filled my tiny bathroom in a dense fog as I finished drying myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist before stepping out of the shower and walking over to the sink to brush my teeth and most importantly fix my hair. My hair looked dull and lifeless as I turned my head from side to side and wondered what I should do with it. I considered over the many different possibilities on how to make my hair look sexy enough for Brad and the only thing I could think of would be for me to dye to it and maybe add some highlights to it as well.

I opened up the medicine cabinet and found a box of hair dye that had not been used, perfection here I come. In just a few short minutes, my hair that had looked old and useless would now become more vibrant and full of life. I turned my back on the mirror as I leaned against the sink and waited until the time was right when I could finally see my new hair color; blonde highlights with little streaks of blue in between. It didn’t take me long to get bored of waiting around, so I decided to go into my closet and pick out my clothes for today’s special occasion. I mean, after all, meeting a man’s family is a very step in every relationship and I want to look my best. Picking out shoes I was going to wear was the easy part as well as my favorite pair of dark blue jeans. But it was the shirt that was hardest.

I didn’t have anything in my closet that didn’t call attention to my so called job. All my shirts were short sleeved with rips here and there and of course some of them had the occasional foul language written across the back as well as the front and I didn’t want Brad’s parents to think I came from a bad family. I groaned in frustration as I threw my last shirt over my shoulder and sat on the floor, still in my towel that had now become damp. I considered asking one of the other slaves to see if I could borrow one of their shirts, but then I realized that I was the only male slave left alive. The other two boys died trying to escape a few years ago, and when Vlad offered them a second chance they both refused. I’ll never forget that night as I watched their bodies being carried out in big black bags and loaded up in a truck and taken away to some place god knows where.

As I sat there in total silence, the only other alternative I had was to go and ask Vlad for a favor. At first, I didn’t want to do it. But the more I sat there and thought about it, the more time I was wasting in getting ready to go out with Brad this evening. I emerged from the closet and headed into the bathroom, rinsing my hair in the shower as to remove the dye that had thankfully done its job in my making my hair look freakishly sexy. I dried off my hair using the same towel and threw on a clean pair of boxer shorts before putting on my jeans and lucky high-tops by Converse. I exited my room and headed for the elevator as the doors opened before me and pushed the button for Vlad’s office. Vlad sat behind his desk, his eyes focused on his computer as I stepped further into his office. His eyes lit up and he grinned once he saw me.

“Well, now, this a surprise. Back for round two I see.” He said.

“Not today, Vlad. I need a favor. I need to borrow one of your shirts.”