lasershire part 2

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Lasercorn's pov

It has been a month now and I still have had this feeling that something is missing. I know it's not love because I have Joven and I don't want anyone else but there is something missing. 

I pushed the feeling aside and focused on the show we were watching. we invited Ian and Anthony to come hang out with me Mari, Wes and Joven. It's been kind of boring without Anthony being around at work. Ian and him were arguing about who was going to die next on escape the night. I rolled my eyes and told them "well if you two would quit arguing long enough then we could find out who will die next"

they both stopped for a moment to glare at me. then continued to go back and fourth with the argument. Joven squeezes my leg and smiles "Aren't they just hilarious"  

truth be told it may be annoying but it is funny also. I smiled back at him "yeah they are but still I would like to hear this"

Just as I went to turn the TV up louder I got a text from a random number or well the number seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. the text read "hey I wondered when I was going to find you again. I would like to catch up over lunch or something"

I looked at it questionably. Joven noticed I was a little confused he asked "what is it ?"

I told him about the text and he just shrugged his shoulders. very helpful babe. I texted the number back "can I help you ? I don't know who this is"

"David moss you always were bad at keeping up with contacts. It's Jessie Johnson" I got the text and I froze. the guy who took my virginity. the flashback comes back and I am 20 and standing in the hotel.

I hate the rain !  My first night in LA and I am already sopping wet. I ran into the hotel and it looked interesting. It's as if I stepped into a kings palace. It looked fancy and that means it is probably expensive. I rolled my eyes and walked up to the front desk. It was an old woman who's name tag read "Jean"

I  asked knowing the answer is going to be not good "excuse me but how much for a room"

She looked up at me and said in her grandmother voice "100 a night dear"

Well it's cheaper than I thought it would be. My sister said she would come pick me up tomorrow so I guess this should be fine. I purchased a room for tonight and she motioned for this very hot looking guy to come get my bags. he did and on the way to my room he made small talk "so who are you visiting here in LA ?"

I looked up at him "My sister" 

He winked "well If you need anything then just call the front desk and ask for Jessie"

I felt uneasy. I just escaped a camp where they tortured gay people. I definitely was not in the mind set to be hitting on him back or even  in the mindset for whatever he has in mind. plus I am a virgin so I just faked a smile and waved him goodbye. I  quickly got in my room and shut the door and locked it. I was afraid someone had followed me here all the way to LA. not only did I just escape from a gay therapy conversion camp but I also ended up sneaking back home to my dads mansion in VA and stole 10,000$s. I sat on the bed and collapsed.

As soon as I hit the bed I finally had a moment to think about all the horrible shit they did to me in that place. I was in there for a whole year and they Tortured me differently every month I spent in there. they thought they were going to break me but I stayed strong. I looked at scars on my stomach and their were at least 50 there. 

I started crying thinking about it all. I can't believe my parents would put me through that. I always thought that my father and mother at least tolerated me but apparently not. 

I fell asleep soon after I stopped crying. I awoke screaming from a nightmare I had just had. I was being tortured again and again and again. I caught my breathe and finally realized I was here at the hotel. I heard banging on the door and I got worried that my father found out I ran away and figured out that I came here. I grab the lamp next to me and hold it up as a weapon. I inched closer to the door and opened the door ajar. I sighed in relief "oh it's just you" it was the guy who carried my stuff here for me. 

He looked a little freaked out because I looked like a maniac holding a lamp up as a weapon. I put the lamp down and he softened his facial features "someone reported screaming coming from this room. is everything alright "

He smiled in hopes I would calm down. it worked. that smile was amazing. I even caught myself smiling back a little. he kept asking "you ok ?"

I finally answered him back while admiring him "yeah sorry about that. I had a nightmare"

He said  "oh ok. no problem. you look like you have dealt with a lot so I understand"

I didn't really know how to respond considering he was right. he smiled one more time at me ad suddenly I caught myself  inviting him in. We sat on the floor and talked all night. he explained that he and his grandmother moved out here last year and they run this hotel. I told him about the stuff I had been through and by the morning before I knew it I was sneaking out of bed and putting my clothes on. I was torn up because he was my first time ever but I knew I had to go...

I want to know how he got my number though because I don't remember giving it to him. I looked up at Joven and said "oh you remember how I told you about my first night in LA ?"

He nodded so I continued "well you remember the guy Jessie that took my virginity. well it's him. I don't know how he got my number"

He shrugged and said "you guys should catch up and get lunch or something"

I shake my head "I don't know Joven. I feel like that's a bad idea"

he asked me "why ?"

I simply replied "I just have a bad feeling about this"

he said "what's the worst that could happen ?"

everyone in the room looked at him and glared. I said "Did you really just ask that dumb question ? have you forgotten all of the shit we have been through ?"

He answered "good point. but you also have to remember all of the good stuff that has happened to us. It could never hurt to meet up with him. maybe you and him could be good friends"

I thought for a moment. he was right. A lot of good has happened to us to and I'm sure Jessie knows I'm married so what is the harm in being friends. I texted him back "ok lets have lunch tomorrow and catch up"....