I'm not gay

Sean

~Sean~

"What? No, yeah, I'm okay really", I lightly kicked the wall, my hand gripping the phone close to my ear. "Oh, come on, you know me better than that dude... Mark? Oh he's... Fine, I guess... Not like-like it matters.... Oh they told you huh?" I looked out the window as I bit the tip of my tongue.

"No really, I'm okay, I'm all good.... Oh you know how Mark is, especially when he's upset... He's... Quiet... Quit worrying, I'm alright, honest... I dunno where he is... He left like... An hour ago? He didn't tell me where he was goin' no... I did ask but he sorta, ignored me... Robin, he's just a bit upset, it's not that bad... Mark is a good guy he's just difficult when he wants to be... What do you mean? No! O-Of course he hasn't hurt me!" I tapped my foot and turned on my heel, biting down on my lip hard enough to cause the healing cut to begin bleeding.

"I do not! I'm telling the truth! Everything is alright! I'm okay, okay?" It felt like I was trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince him. "Fuck Robin, can we not talk about Mark? Please... I'm dealing alright and I'd rather let sleeping dogs lie... Just-Just tell me how those videos are coming 'long?" I desperately changed the subject and paced in the room, my free hand massaging my throbbing head.

I spoke to Robin for about fifteen more minutes before I heard the front door open and shut, my fear taking instinct and I walked to my bedroom door, quickly shutting it and locking it, unsure of what Mark could be feeling right now, worried he might still have some anger to let out.

"What no, no, I'm listening..." I said to Robin, leaning on the door and closing my eyes, hearing footsteps on the other side of the wall.

"Listen Robin, I hate to cut this short but I really need to go", I didn't give him time to respond as I quickly hung up, leaning my full back to the surface, fully aware of the fact Mark was standing behind the door. "I-I didn't say anything", I stated and a sigh sounded from the other side.

"I wasn't going to ask that".

"Then why else would you be here?"

I heard the handle of the door jiggle and stop. "Why'd you lock the door?"

"Just in case", I looked across from me at the mirror, forcing myself to look away from the beaten sight which presented itself in the reflection.

"I just want to talk", Mark said softly and I gulped, giving in and unlocking the door, slowly pulling it open to reveal Mark, his hair disheveled and a shameful stare in his gaze, his cheeks reddening in guilt when he laid his eyes on me. "I hope you mean with your words and not fists", I snapped, noticing he shot me a challenging look but it left as soon as it came.

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah well, sorry doesn't fix shit, sorry doesn't take away the beatings", I snarled and he scoffed, looking away from me. "What do you expect me to fucking say?"

"I expect you to be logical, I expect you to treat me equally, I thought you could control your anger, but clearly I am mistaken", I eyed him over, seeing him growl and roll his eyes. "I'm trying okay? Cut me some slack".

"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" I tried to move past him but he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back, slamming me into the wall roughly, pinning his body against mine. "Don't test me Sean".

"What are you gonna do? Hit me?"

"Continue and I might do just that", he was not joking so I clamped my lips shut and stared into his chocolate brown orbs, eyeing his godlike features and letting my lips part slightly. I was tempted to close the gap, just for the hell of it, the worst he could do was hit me, which wasn't something I was unfamiliar with.

I took my chances and closed my lips over his, holding the sides of his face in my hands, feeling him grunt and step back in surprise. His lips were so much softer than I imagined, it was like the action sent a shiver down my spine and a flame sparked within my soul. this was everything I ever yearned, and it was magical to get something like this.

Mark was too stunned to react, which gave me the chance to pull away and stare into his wide eyes, his face growing bright red. I couldn't tell how he felt, whether he was angry, happy or anything.

I stepped back and attempted to escape to my room but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from doing so. I looked at his furious expression and found myself grinning. "Are you-"

I stepped up to him and kissed him again, removing his hand and slipping into the room, hurriedly slamming the door shut and locking it before Mark could do anything to stop me. I expected him to start banging on the door and scream at me, but found myself surprised when his footsteps were heard walking away from the door.

My shoulders heaved and I looked at the mirror, seeing my bruised face was flushed red. I walked over and traced my bottom lip with my thumb, smiling stupidly to myself. He was going to kill me.

But at least I'll die happy.

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Hope you're enjoying the story as much as I am!

~ShadowIsEm~