Maximum Overload [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 19-Scaring Me

Next chapter! Not sure how I feel about this. What's up with Max's dad? Enjoy!

Overload 19-Scaring me

                “Dad?” I asked as he pulled away from our hug,

                “Yes son?”He looked right into my eyes which he hadn’t done since he found out that I had been raped the first time. I think that he was ashamed of me for letting it happen and for getting Jordan killed in the process.

                “What are you doing here?” I asked coldly causing him to flinch.

                “I-I needed to be here for my son.” He said this as if it should have been obvious.

                “You never have been before.”I couldn’t help it he had hurt me and I know that I shouldn’t hold it against him but I couldn’t help it.

                “I know Maximum, I know. I will make it up to you though.” He said it like he meant it with every fiber of his being. But I couldn’t help but think that it was just in the moment and that by tomorrow he would already be on a plane to who knows where. “I will nail that bastard to the wall for this. He will be punished for this and this time he will stay in prison where he belongs.”

                “Why do you care?” I sighed. “You didn’t care when he actually raped me why do you care that he was going to do it again.” My dad’s face fell.

                “Max,” Kale whispered as if I was behaving poorly. Perhaps I was but when has my father ever given a damn about me? Why am I supposed to believe that this time was any different? My dad just walked away to talk to the officers after that. “Hey,” Kale took my hand and pulled my head to his shoulder in a comforting hug. “It’ll be okay.” I didn’t say anything after that and after a few minutes Kale was carrying me to my truck.

                “Kale,” My dad came walking over. “Can you get him home?” He glanced at me. “I need to go to the office and draw up papers for a restraining order.”

                “’Yeah, Mr. Lewis. I’ve got him.”

                “Thanks, and please it’s Alan.”

                “Sure thing.” Kale said climbing into the truck and starting it. There was silence as I laid on the seat thinking about everything that had happened. It was all just too much. How much could one guy take? My mom, my brother, my dad, being raped, being nearly raped again, dumping the girl that I love, getting the girl I love pregnant, and the list just went on.

                Kale scooped me up and carried me inside and up to my room. He just stared at me as I lacked the energy to move or speak. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear after all of the years of fighting the urge to give in, I was ready to give in. I had no desire to move, to breathe, or to live. There was nothing that I could get out of life that would make up for what I have been through and the pain that my mother and Jordan had gone through only added to my depression.

                “Max,” I could barely hear Kale breathe but I had no desire to respond. “Maximum,” his voice got louder as he repeated my name over and over again. I was so far into my own depression that I’m not sure that I was even physically capable of responding at this point. Kale left the room and reappeared some time later. It could have been a matter of seconds or hours for all I knew.

                He once again scooped me up but I paid no attention to where he was taking me. Jordan. Mom. Trent. Those were the three words on my mind right now and they caused such a deep pain to spring from my chest. “What the-“ I yelled as I was suddenly incredibly cold. I brought myself out of my daze to look around. Kale was holding me as he stood under the cold water that was coming from the shower head. “What the hell?” I asked as I looked up at him. My dirty blond hair stuck to my face and my white t-shirt and shorts clung to my skin.