There's my human. I spotted him through the crowd. He was hunched over with his hood up. Just a few hours, you'll be ok. His school had a field trip to a huge farm. Why they still had those kind of field trips for seniors in high school I don't know but whatever. He slipped off into the corn field, children of the corn.... forget I thought that, it was rather corny... shut the fuck up Ricky. I'm seriously considering slapping myself.
He started running making it hard to fly through the corn in my raven form. Slow down, don't you know you're making this difficult for me. I have a mini heart attack when he trips, but he jumped right back up, walking this time.
A potent smell cripples my nose and a dark figure catches my eye. Fuck fuck fuck. There were several but they looked small enough to be easily handled.
I land a ways off to where he couldn't see me but the wolves could. I turned to vampire form and growled at them. Much to my surprise they growled back. All creatures around here know that me and the guys are unofficially 'in charge' nobody dares mess with us, especially me. They must be a knew pack, or a group of idiot pups.
I send them flying back, they yelp and ran away. That's fucking right, no one touches my human. I really need to know his name. I've been watching him almost a year now.
He must've heard since he was walking towards me, I turn back to raven form and fly in his face. For once stop being curious and get out before the dog's come back.
I peck at his shoulders and pull his hair a bit hoping he'd take off running which he did, only after tripping a few times. Clumsy human, I smile to myself.
The rest of the day was torture for him, but I did learn his name. Chris. The teacher was yelling at him to catch up, she was rather rude so I made her trip a few times. She got dirty and I got to laugh my ass off. So did Chris which made me happy. That is until some asshole pushed him in the mud, then the laughter was aimed at him. I watch proudly as he smiles and gets back up, playing it off as a joke. Although there was anger behind his eyes.
Chris
I grit my teeth and smile, it would only be worse if I let the tears fall. I'm not overly sensitive I've just had enough. Things have been building up for so long. Just let this day be over.
*
It was long but it was over. It was good to be home in my bed with Netflix and comfy blankets. All I had to worry about is if Dexter gets caught murdering one of his victims. (A/N Dexter the show, highly recommend it :)
Clink clink, something was taping at me window. A flash of little black wings flutter away. I shrug and go back to my show. It was getting hot since my mom like to fry us in the winter and freeze us in the summer. I take off all my clothing and pull a sheet over my lower half. A sex scene came on and I felt myself harden. Don't you know I'm gay! I internally scream at my dick. I pause the show and put on some music. Thinking about disgusting things wasn't helping my raging boner considering my mind kept going to dicks. Nobody better walk in on me again. I wrap my hand around my length and slowly start jacking off going faster as the feeling increases. My hips bucked, a soft moan left my mouth.
Of course just as I was about to cum my mom walked in. "Christopher! How many times do I have to tell you? That is not ok, now come down for dinner." I quickly cover up, this has happened so many times it's not even funny. I pull clothing on and groan at my half boner that I'd have to finish later. When I sat at the table my dad was smirking at me. I glared only to have him laugh.
"What were you thinking about?" I still hadn't come out to them, "stuff."
"On a different topic, how was your field trip Christopher." My mother asked.
"Fine, the teacher fell in the mud. Then I did. Don't worry I put my dirty clothes in the wash." I say before she can rant about a mess.
"That's great." My dad laughs, "was it the one with the pink heels."
"Yeah." I laugh, "she was pissed."
"Christopher watch the language, Michael stop encouraging him." Mom snaps.
"Mom, we're just joking around."
"That's mother to you, when you're done you can clean the bathroom and go to bed."
"Yes mother."
"Don't mock me."
"I wasn't."
"Don't talk back either." She takes the plate away from me. "Clean the bathroom then go to bed."
I internally groan and head up to the bathroom, my dad came in a few minutes later with my plate. "Hand me that brush." He started cleaning the toilet.
"Thanks dad."
"Now that you're almost eighteen I feel I can talk to you about this. For awhile me and your mom have been thinking about getting a divorce if you haven't heard the fighting."
"There hasn't been a time I haven't heard the fighting." I mumble.
"I'm sorry for that I really am. Are you angry?"
"No." I sigh, "I wish you would've done it sooner. That way I could've just lived with you."
"I'm sorry Chris, I wish things could be different. I wanted to give you the best childhood I could and thought not having both parents would damage you more, but now I see it would've been better off without the other. I'm so sorry."
"Dad it's not your fault." I crawl into his lap even though I was to big. His arms wrap around me, it was just as comforting as it was when I was little. To bad it can't stay this way forever.
