Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

The Lightning Strikes

"James! Wait! James!"

My feet felt as if they were being pulled back into an ocean. Every step was a struggle. But my body, and every piece of my being would not let me be pulled in. I couldn't let this end on this chapter.

I would not let this end in blackness. Without the answers of my questions.

I couldn't.

"James fuckin' Diamond! STOP!"

There may have been a sea of people. It could have been the whole world in this one part of hell that is called high school. I did not care. It seems like this world is that much more cruel.

Happiness always came with a price of pain.

But why did it bring pain? Why was I chasing after something, someone, that was no longer apart of my story?

Apart of this life I call my own.

My parent's puppet.

I did not know why.

I did not know why I pulled him back into this sea.

Why I would not let him go.

And why I was now holding his arm as if it was my only lifeline.

In the worlds view.

"Let me go, Kendall. Now."

The harsh, cold-cutting words ripped through my soul. Breaking a part of my heart I did not know he held in his hands.

The happiness I once had moments ago, was now shredded in the wind.

Short lived. Just like my freedom.

But this wasn't going to end on this note.

"No. Tell me why you ran away when I told you about my boyfriend? Tell me why you are hurt?"

I was never the one to pry my way into someone else's life story. My story was already filled with so much, that adding someone else's was never meaningful.

But it was now. And the conflict of why is eating the vines of my heart.

"Tell me why we aren't friends anymore? Tell me why you had to leave me alone? And then I might tell you why I'm hurt about this boytoy of yours."

The words only got colder. Harsher. The person in my view was no longer the person I once had known.

This was no James Diamond.

Maybe that had been at my fault. Why his pain was now rippling into burning hatred. Why we are broken strangers to the other.

Should I have fought against the forceful words of my parents?

"You know why we aren't friends."

It was one simple, plain sentence. That held every ounce of heaviness pain. It was cut right to the jaded edge.

No sugarcoating honey words. No masking it.

Only the truth.

"No. I know why your parents didn't want us to be friends. Not why you didn't. So come on, Kendall, tell me why?"

His eyes. Showered with black ice behind that raven hair. His words hit like a killer.

It was never expected.

But hurt worse than anything I've ever felt in my lifetime on this world.

"...Because that wasn't the way it was suppose to be. Our lives weren't meant to be in-"

Smack.

The noise was silent beyond that. My words frozen on my lips.

The sting was painful. Almost like the ice in his eyes.

But it was nothing near as agonizing as paint of his face.

Dark. Hate.

"Bullshit Kendall. Was that another piece of fake shit your mom forced down your throat? You really are starting to sound like your parents. What happened to my best friend, Kendall? What happened to that boy?"

The words hit my body at a pace I couldn't react. My body frost more with each word that spilled from his mouth.

Only it wasn't over.

"What happened to the boy that wanted to be an author and would stop at nothing to make that dream real? What happened to the boy that was there for me when my mom died? And when my dad left, huh? Because I don't see that boy anymore! I see the shell, the fake guy that used to fill up my best friend. All because of your parents and you aren't even going to fight it, are you?"

Those were his last words. The last knife to my heart.

The last hollow cut.

Who knew this much pain could be drained into one body?

By one person.

I need Brandon...

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"Who did this love? I will make him fall to his knees!"

Brandon. His arms were like medicine. Easing the pain that James pressed into my body.

Into my heart.

"It's not worth it...I just want to forget it. I just want to stay here, in your arms. That's what healing it."

The words were laced together, and they did not make much sense.

My face was shielded from the world. In the chest of my love.

And the beautiful music that is called his heartbeat.

It was real. It was here.

And it brought the sting out of the wound James had made.

"Alright...For now. But, tomorrow I want to know who did this."

His words were like honey. Cooed, gentle as a light breeze.

And his touch through out my hair was even more blissful.

A thought flooded my cheeks with bright pinks.

And it spilled through my lips without much more thought.

"Make love to me."