Maximum Overload [BoyxBoy]

Overload 20-Fueling the Fire

Okay guys, this is a short one. I'm thinking only one or two more chapters left. I know that it has gone fast.....but there may just be a sequel.....Vote and comment for the sequel and with your opinon on how this will all end. Enjoy!

p.s. Thanks for all the support that I have received on this story. It means alot. Dedication goes out to BlackcherryBottom for her somewhat close guesses as to Trent's motivations...

Overload 20-Fueling the fire

                I woke up with the covers sticking to my bare legs and chest. I was thoroughly coated in my own sweat and found it difficult to breathe normally. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed being careful not to wake Kale. He was so irritable when awakened. I reached for my crutches balancing on my good leg. Slowly  I swung into the hallway and over to the bathroom. I stopped in front of the sink looking into the mirror. Bandages dominated my neck and my cheek and I looked like hell. I splashed cold water on the good side of my face and down my chest. The only person I could think of was him. If Trent’s goal had been to leave me scarred and broken, mission accomplished.

                In my sleep all I could dream, all I could feel were his hands all over me. If I closed my eyes I could feel the weight of his body against mine and taste the vodka on his breath. No matter how many times I was with Kale or Maya, no matter how much I loved them, he had made sure that I would never forget him. That is what killed me, the idea that he had forced me to relive the horrible things that he did to me not just in my dreams but in real life once again. My life just got worse as the days went by, sure I wasn’t alone, plenty of people have been what I’ve been through or worse. I still had my friends, Maya, and Kale. Hell I may even be getting my dad to give a shit about me. But how depressing is it to have to be nearly raped for the second time to get your dad to even try.

                It was kind of messed up actually. “Maximum,” my father startled me as he hovered awkwardly in the doorway. “how are you holding up?” I just looked at him. “Stupid question, sorry. We need to talk and there are some people here to see you.

” I’ll be down in a minute Dad, just let me get dressed and stuff…” I trailed off as it became even more awkward. I couldn’t very well go downstairs only in my boxers, especially if I didn’t know who was here…. I swung my way back into my room to find that Kale was awake and already dressed and sitting on the edge of my bed. He gave me his shy grin and I just nodded looking at the clock on the bedside table. It was already 8:30 and we should be in school. Why weren’t we in school? We couldn’t afford to miss during finals. I pulled on a pair of silver basketball shorts and a tight black v-neck. We walked downstairs and I refused to allow Kale to help me down the staircase. I wanted a sense of control and if the only way that I could get that right now was to struggle down the stairs by myself then I would take what I could get.

When we entered the living room, everyone was sitting there, Bethany with her arms wrapped around Jake’s, Kali with her head on Nick’s shoulder, and Maya by herself in the oversized chair. My dad was standing in the corner. The scene reminded me of the day of Jordan’s funeral. They had all been here with the exception of Kali and Kale. Tanner had been there too… “Why aren’t we in school?” That was the only question that I could think to ask or that I could bear to ask anyway.

“It was cancelled in light of yesterday’s events, you will all be going back next week for two days.” My dad answered. “Maximum, you should sit down.”

“No. Why are you all here?” I asked coldly not being able to look any of them in the eyes. I’ll admit, I was ashamed,

“It’s about Trent,” Maya nearly choked on his name and I visibly winced as she spoke.