Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-

Chapter 16: Trespassing

    My whole body froze with fear and I couldn't catch my breath. This was the thing my parents wanted me to avoid my entire life. The reason I wasn't allowed to ride my bike around town or walk to and from school is actually coming true. Someone was going to kill me for being somewhere I shouldn't be. Just like they killed my brother.

    I looked over at Brookline. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened. He was absolutely beautiful. And today, that beauty could very possibly never walk on this earth's ground. And it would all be my fault.

    "Show yourself!" A loud voice rings out. It was a man's voice. Not that it mattered. Boy, girl, black, white, and everything in between, they all have the power to kill us. "Now!".

    I turned my flashlight on on my phone and laid it on the ground so it could illuminate me. Hopefully he could see me, and see that I'm not a threat. I make a silent prayer that Brookline wouldn't wake up.

   When I looked over at him, I silently thanked the god I don't believe in. Brookline was still sleeping. "What's your name?" The voice sounds out again. Even though he could see me, I couldn't see him. Even if I could, I'm not sure that it would help.

    "Bennet Judson, sir" I reply, my voice staying firm. I was afraid, but I learned at a very early age that fear can be minimized. "My father is in the military and my mother helps out at the neighborhood school. My friend and I were just...taking shelter. Something happened and I wanted to get away from it. We didn't mean to make any harm".

   "Bennet Judson", he whispers to himself. "Your brother was killed by a stranger with a gun, is that correct?". I swallowed hard before replying.

     "He was shot by a man whom his boyfriend had confronted, yes" I nod. "I don't mean to be rude, but what does that have to do with anything?". What the hell. Why did I just ask that?

     He comes into the open so I can see him. He was an elderly man. Maybe 60's. He was still healthy and kept his shape. I see him drop his gun. "Because I just aimed a gun at an innocent boy who lost his brother to a gun. I'm extremely sorry...". My hands stop shaking when he sees this.

    "Thank you, sir. We'll  be out of your hair. Just let me get my friend up", I reply. He shakes his head and my hands start doing its shake again. "Why not?".

   "Call your father, Ben. I can give you the exact address to this place. I'm not letting you go wondering around. Will you call him for me?", he replies. I nod quickly and pick my phone up and dial the number.

    My father answers the first ring. "Ben!", he answers. His voice sounded almost broken. No, it did sound broken. No almost to it. He had been crying. "Where are you?". I hand the gunman the phone and he says who he is. Apparently they knew each other.

    The man hangs up the phone and hands it back to me. I grab it and he informs me that my father would be there soon. I get on my knees and shake Brookline gently. "Brookline, wake up" I whisper, almost wanting to cry.

  "Hmm? I think you can find a better way to wake me up", he puckers his lips. I smack him across the face hard and his eyes go wide open.

   "Get. Up.", I demand. He nods slowly and stands up. My fear was showing in the form of anger. It was something that happened much too often.

    My father came only a few minutes later. He talked to the man a few minutes, Brookline and I in the truck. I apologized to a sleepy Brookline and he forgave me.

    But when he finally looked at me, I busted out crying. I put my head in his shoulder and sobbed. "Net, hey, what's wrong?" He rubs my back. I just cried and cried.

   It would have to be a story for another time.