ROAD TO NOWHERE

Chapter 1

"So when is your new roommate supposed to be here?" Tim asks as he loads the last suitcase into the trunk of his old Plymouth convertible.

"Tomorrow sometime." Austin answers sadly.

Tim sighs and looks at the smaller guy that he has spent the last five years with as a roommate.

"Come on now, Freckles." Tim says rubbing him on the shoulders. "We've been over this."

"I know. I'm just gonna miss you so much." Austin says as he hugs Tim around the waist and lays his head on Tim's chest.

"So who is your new roomie?" Tim asks as he runs a hand through Austin's curly locks.

"His name is Adam. Adam Rupp." Austin smiles. "He's super cute too."

"Just remember, Kid." Tim says as he looks down to meet Austin's eyes. "In our line of work, we can't have strings attached."

"I remember." Austin says as he follows Tim to the driver's side. "So where are you going?"

"I'll know when I get there." Tim smirks as he gets into the car.

"You keep in touch." Austin says as he leans down and gives Tim a soft kiss.

"I will, I promise." Tim nods with a smile. "And you take care of yourself. You know those streets can get pretty dangerous."

"I know." Austin says as he hugs Tim one last time and backs away from the car. "Bye."

"See ya, Freckles. Love ya." Tim says as he starts the car.

"Love you too." Austin smiles.

Tim pulls out of the driveway and heads for the interstate.

He was finally free.

Tim had ended up on the streets at the early age of 16 when he ran away from an abusive home.

He found out early that sex was a pretty easy way to make money. He began to get a pretty good reputation in the area he worked and stayed pretty busy. Both men and women paid for his time and services.

When Austin showed up a few years ago, Tim took him under his wing and showed him the ropes.

But now it was time to move on. He just turned 35 a few months ago, it was time for him to retire.

He had saved money through the years but if money ran short, he knew how to get more.

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Avi had only been married to his husband Mitch for a year. Actually, their one year anniversary was a couple of days ago.

The wedding was beautiful and they were so much in love.

How could a love so strong be so cold one short year later? What had gone so wrong?

They hardly ever talked to each other, when they did it always turned into an argument. The intimacy was gone from their marriage and has been for months.

Avi was pretty sure that Mitch was seeing someone else. He goes out every night and there are nights that he never comes home at all.

Avi drowns his sorrow into his music. His music is the only thing that keeps him from losing his mind.

But no one is interested in his music. Door after door has been slammed in his face.

But still, writing music allows him to express himself. He empties his heart into his music so he doesn't hurt.

The divorce was no surprise to Avi. He knew it was coming. What did surprise him was that Mitch was awarded everything. The judge believed every lie that Mitch told his lawyer. Lies of Avi being unfaithful in their marriage not to mention abusive, both physically and verbally.

Mitch's acting during the divorce could have won him an Oscar. He definitely was playing the part of the scared for his life husband. Sadly, it worked.

"I took the liberty of packing your stuff." Mitch says coldly thrusting a garbage bag toward Avi.

Avi looks into the bag to see his clothes and a few of his personal stuff.

"This is it? This is all I get?" He asks in shock.

"Judge's orders." Mitch smirks. "Now, get out." He adds opening the door.

"Mitch, I don't have anywhere to go." Avi says softly.

"That's not my problem now is it, Avi." Mitch says crossing his arms across his chest as he waits impatiently by the door.

Avi picks up the garbage bag and slowly walks toward the door. He turns and looks at Mitch when he reaches the door.

"What happened to us, Mitch? There are no lawyers around to listen so tell me the truth." Avi asks.

"Scott happened." Mitch says with a smirk. "Oh, here. I don't need this piece of junk." He says handing Avi his guitar case.

Avi takes the case and steps out on the front steps, jumping to the sound of the slamming door.

As he slowly walks away from the house, he hears a car door slam. He looks behind him to see a tall blond getting suitcases out of the trunk of his car. Mitch was standing on the porch with a huge smile on his face. He looks back at the tall blond, which he presumed was Scott and shakes his head.

"You poor dumb*ass." Avi chuckles to himself.

Within no time, he was on the interstate thumbing for a ride. He had to get as far away from this town as he could. He didn't care where.

He wasn't having much luck at getting a ride. Cars were whizzing by as if he had a plague or something.

He hears the sound of another car approaching so he sticks out his thumb without even turning around.

He was surprised as a classy old Plymouth convertible pulls to the side of the road in front of him.

He hurriedly walks to the passenger side door.

"Where you heading?" The driver ask in a very low tone voice.

Avi stares into the soft brown eyes of the very handsome driver. His dark brown hair flowed beautifully to his shoulders.

"Nowhere in particular. I just have to get away from here." Avi smiles.

The driver smiles as he looks into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen.

"Hop in." The driver says with a smile. "Just put your stuff in the back seat for now."

Avi nods as he quickly puts the garbage bag and his guitar case into the back and gets into the car.

"Nowhere, huh. Funny, cause I guess that's where I was heading too. Sounds like an awesome place." The stranger says with a smile holding out his hand. "I'm Tim."

"I'm Avi." Avi smiles as he shakes Tim's hand.

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