Men of Love

Chapter 14

For AnnMarieThrush

A/N: Last chapter. No sequel. Trying to fix my account so I can update other stories. Bye guys! Stay Flawless! <3

Nikkie :)s

TWO New original stories coming soon

"Get up!" Kirstie had pulled the sheets from my body and opened the curtains to let the sun pour in. "It's been a month. Go take a shower."

"Bite me."

"No. Gross." I slid off the bed and went towards the bathroom. I took a hot shower and fixed my hair. I fixed my beard and my eyebrows. I was starting to look like my normal self. My cheekbones were sharper with the amount of weight I lost. My hand went over my necklace. This stupid burden. My stupid decision.

Scott should have continued being a client. A few nights spent in a bed. Those strong arms wrapping around my body and his lips on my chest. He could make me laugh in the most pleasurable moments with the excitement he made bubble up. He knew my body. That's why he was so timid the first few times. He was learning. He was finding what would make me last longer or a reason to make me moan the loudest I've ever done. He made me grip the sheets or hold the headboard or scratch the hell out of his back.

I stopped in the entrance to the living room. My eyes went from Kirstie with her lips attached to Kevin's to the tv. It was some gossip show that speaking about Scott and me. It showed pictures of him. Then of us talking. I was starting to feel a little sick to my stomach.

"Oh Mitch. I'll turn it off." Kirstie reach for the remote.

"No. It's fine. I have to get use to it." I tuned into the program.

"Still a big debate is, what happened to Mitch? He disappeared right after the magazines were published." It was a table of four people talking back and forth.

"Scott obviously didn't want his relationship to be public. Something to do with parents or afraid that acceptance wouldn't be from fans."

"But look at those smiles." A picture came up on screen with me looking down at the ground with my hand on the back of my neck and a wide smile on my face. Scott was smiling back at me. I remember that. It was a stupid corny joke. It made my heart beat so fast.

"If they aren't in love, then I don't think love is real. They just wanted privacy."

"And the paparazzi fucked them." The woman was bleeped. "I found this photo a fan took and thought nothing about it." It was when Scott would stealthily walk past me in public and brush his hand against mine with a small smile.

"It just looks like they're walking pass each other. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"I think the first thing to tip the paparazzi was the scratch marks on Scott's back or the dark hickeys on Mitch's neck."

"It showed they had a good time." A picture came on the screen of us in the pool. "They were obviously adventurous."

"They didn't even have sex there. I mean, look at the photo that was taken afterwards." It was a photo of us hugging in the water.

"Are we forgetting the fact that this boy is a prostitute? He's only eighteen. He had to do some illegal shit for awhile." There was another bleep.

"Well, his mother and her husband went to prison for sexual abuse. I am betting-" Kirstie turned off the tv before they could finish that sentence.

"Thank you." I nodded to her. I didn't want to hear what they found out about me. I went to the kitchen as the doorbell rang.

"I got it." Kirstie said in a singsong voice. I grabbed a water bottle and began heading back to my room.

"I need to see him." I stopped at the sound of Scott's voice.

"Go away. He's finally getting better." I looked around the corner. I just wanted a peek of him. God, he's so handsome.

"Mitch!" I flattened myself against the wall so he couldn't see me. "Please! I just need to talk to him. A few minutes."

"Why? Why should I let you in after you hurt my best friend?"

"Because I have to tell him I'm sorry."

"Well, that's not good enough." She went to slam the door and he stopped her.

"I have to say I'm sorry. I have to say I miss his beautiful face on the pillow next to mine. Please. I miss joking with him. Sure I miss sex but I miss just being able to caress his cheek. I need him." There was a short pause before he said anything else. "I love him."

"You hurt me." I turned the corner to look at him. His face brightened immediately. Kevin stood next to me to keep me safe if I didn't want Scott in here.

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you did. How do I know you won't do it again?" Scott tried to step pass Kirstie but she stopped him. He licked his lips nervously.

"Because I will die if I have to spend another second without you." That sentence alone could sweep me off my feet. I had to restrain myself though.

"I trusted you."

"And you still can." Kirstie allowed Scott to step forward. Kevin was standing in front of me protectively. "I will be making it up to you for the rest of my life. Or until you get tired of me."

"I can't imagine that happening." He frowned, thinking I was talking about him staying. "Me getting tired of you." I pushed pass Kevin to hug Scott. He was holding my face in his hands. I could feel him crying. He handed me my dad's note. I must have left it at his house.

"Please come home." I nodded frantically. "I don't care what they say. I love you."

"I love you too Scott." I closed my eyes at the feeling of his fingers wiping away the tears. "Take me home." He laced his fingers with mine. He led me out the door, pass the paparazzi, and into his car. He even opened the door for me like a gentleman.

"Can we get a kiss?" One of the photographers asked. I looked at Scott. He shrugged.

"I'm still mad at you." He smiled.

"Let me make it up to you." He leaned over the console to kiss me. My arms slipped around his neck as my lips moved with his. I missed him so much. I never wanted to lose him.

And I never did.

Little Bird,

I know you were too angry to read this when you were little. You're probably reading this after you got out of high school. I just hope you were able to forgive me. I didn't mean to leave you and your mother. I love you both so dearly.

I know after my death that your mother will sell the paintings for any cash. Follow your painting Mitch. It will lead you to your fate.

Don't fight it. Don't let your wings break.

I love you

Daddy