Blind With Lust *Anniversary Edition* --REWORKING--

Chapter 20

I

School was boring, as always, and nothing really happened that is worth explaining. It just went perfectly in, like a baseball glove-or something else, if you catch my drift- snug and perfect.

After school, Adrian and I walked back home by each other, but not to close. But if you were an outsider, it might of seen like we were together.

"So... Anything new?" Adrian started the conversation, which totally caught me off guard. I was to busy paying attention at the sidewalk, for some strange reason, to even pay attention to where we were walking. I trusted Adrian, though, and where he went, I went.

"Well Damian-" A great scowl came from him. He looked irate when I spoke his name, and I wouldn't blame him. "-talked to me today."

"What the fuck did he say?" He asked with such anger, but he never broke his composure in his voice, he just kept it like we were still talking about something unimportant.

"He said if you fail, he'll be right behind you to pick me up."

"What the fuck does that mean?!" Adrian yelled now, breaking his façade in almost a second.

I wiggled around, a little uncomfortable that people were looking at us now, and no doubt making rumors on the spot. "That if you screw up again, that he will have me."

"You wouldn't let that happen?" He asked to agree what he was thinking.

(Yes) "No." (Yes, I would) "No, I wouldn't." I looked away from him quickly, and he didn't seem to notice from the wall of anger he was creating. What did I mean? Of course I wouldn't go back to Damian. I mean he used me. That didn't deserve a ring on my finger. I love Adrian, and I hope I stay with him forever.

After another few minutes of making myself feel guilty, I appeased myself by seeing that my house wasn't to far away now. I would go to my room, Adrian to his, and I can relax and not worry about the problems that present themselves.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked Adrian before we went in.

"We'll talk later." He said in a weary voice. And the same way he put a façade of anger, he put another one of almost delight to be home. It was like he was a magician. And even though his smile looked genuine, I could tell that his heart was being questioned by others. I didn't want it to either. We already had enough with all the incidents we had towards our relationship. I literally could not stand another...

II

...But I spoke to early, because right when we entered we were greeted by an angry mom and dad. My dad had his hands on his hips-and he said I was too flamboyant- and my mom just had a troubled look of disapproval of something we have done. At first I thought it was about our relationship, but then I realized it wasn't about us, it was about that girl that was standing in between my mom and my dad with an evil smirk on her face. Only Adrian and I saw it, because my parents were turned away, and it just made me want to punch her in the face.

"Surprisingly," my dad started with his serious and angry tone," I though it would be you the one getting in trouble Augustus- fooling around with men. But it's not, its Adrian." He finished his hate towards me and shifted it towards Adrian who looked scared, but he also looked prepared for whatever was coming. "Go to your room Augustus."

"But-"

"Now!" My dad interrupted, scaring not only me but that girl. I've seen that bitch before, but I didn't remember.

"Don't argue, sweetie. Go up stairs." My mom said gently, an almost major contrast to my father's booming voice. It's actually funny to, gentleness beats forcefulness, and with that, I started heading to my room. I looked back a couple of times to Adrian, but he looked like he was having a stare down with my dad. I turned the corner, and headed into my room, throwing my body on the bed and being worried for what Adrian was going to go through. I waited.

III

It wasn't to long either. The simple mumbles became loud yells, and the loud yells became slamming on the table several times. It was like there was some sort of major debate on religion versus creationism, but it wasn't-I wished it was. It was just pointless arguing.

With those yells, it also took me awhile to remember who that girl was. Then I remembered. It was the girl from the video I took of Adrian. It was that girl that said she didn't want to use a condom. Then it hit me. She is probably here because she is telling them that she is pregnant. But from Adrian? No. No he couldn't have. I stopped it right before anything serious really happened. There could have been no other way. So, she IS lying.

I was interrupted from my train of thought, though, by a large slam from across my room. It was Adrian. And I could here other footsteps coming quickly.

"You open this fucking door this minute, young man!" My dad yelled as he banged the door for Adrian to open it. Adrian didn't, being the wise man he was, because the moment he did, he knew that his life would be short. But I could defend him couldn't I? Ruin our secret relationship for him? No. That was probably worse than what was going on right now. We would probably be banished, and no doubt my dad would kill me.

The loud beating stopped, and I was greeted by my father's face as he made his way through my door. I sat up quickly from my bed and was greeted with a large slap across the face. I was literally thrown unto the pillow. "It's your fucking fault, you bitch. You should've protected him!" He yelled at me. I just cried from the surge of pain coming from my face. It wasn't too long before my mother came rushing in.

"What the fuck are you doing!" My mother yelled at my dad.

"It's your faggot son's fault!"

"Get out of this room!" My mother yelled. My father straightened out his shirt, and gave me and mother one final stare.

"Why do you hate me so much?!"I yelled at him before he left completely.

"Because you are nothing to me but cancer."

"Fuck you!" I yelled, and my dad almost came to give me another hit, but the girl came up. Surprisingly, she did save me at this moment.

"Get out of this room." I mother restated softly now, not trying to cause too much of a scene. He did, slowly shutting the door.

"I love Adrian." I finally said to my mother, but she took it the wrong way as she caressed my red cheek and stroked away the tears.

"I know, he is your brother."

"No. I love him more than a brother." It was then when she caught my drift. I just kept crying, and my mom stopped for a moment trying to comprehend what she heard, and then she continued to stroke my cheek.

"Well, I understand." She said very distantly.

"Do you?" I chocked out.

"No. But I will, Adrian. I will just for you." She said reassuringly, smiling back at me with a smile of sunshine.

"Don't tell dad." I finished.

"Haha. You must think I'm crazy." She laughed at the thought. She knew that if she did, we all wouldn't be here the next day that followed.

"I love you, mommy."

"I love you too, sweetie." She said, and I drifted to sleep after that. I still felt the gentle caressing of my cheek when I fell asleep, and I remembered that I stopped crying. And when I woke up, I was glad to be alone in my room; door knob locked so nobody could come and disturb me. It was also nighttime, and what a dark night it was. And it was only the beginning...

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I don't know if I should end it here, or go for another couple chapters. All I know is that it is either going to start the next book with one event, or end this book with it. Tell me in the comments.

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-Boxy ;]