Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

35: The Beginning of the End - Part I - Gabriel

I stood in front of this fucking school as it cheered for me. On my head, I wore a pointless crown and across my torso was a cheap ass sash that read 'Prom King' on it. This attention was the very last thing I wanted. Especially after tonight, I'm fucking over it.

Flashing back to just a couple of hours ago, I was sitting in a dirty fucking cell with dirty fucking criminals of Los Angeles. The entire room smelled like piss, and feces, and for fucks sake, semen. I stood in the corner away from the other dirty, intoxicated, and dangerous looking creatures as anger stewed over my face.

I didn't fucking belong here.

"Hey, guard!"

My fists clutched the cold metal bars that separated me from the outside world. I stared at the force of pussy ass wimps that didn't even acknowledge me. Instead, they walked around pretending to do paperwork. All to ignore me. And it pissed me off even more.

"Hey, fuckers! Do you know who the fuck you're dealing with? Let me out of this piece of shit!!"

"Settle down, Knight," one of the commanding officers called back. I rolled my eyes in impatience and prepared to bark, "we have paperwork to complete. Once we're done, then we'll talk to you."

"Do you guys not understand what's going on? I'm being set-up! I didn't kill Gary Washington! I didn't even know he was missing!"

"Of course you didn't, Knight. With all the money your mommy and daddy spent to cover it up from the media, no one knew."

I glared over to the piece of shit that let valuable information slip. He quickly coughed in a fake attempt to distract from his revelation and walked out of the room. My grip on the bars tightened and I growled under my breath. Of course my parents had to be involved in something like this.

I took a seat back on the wooden bench in the cell and brought my hands up to my face and sighed defeatedly. There was no way I was gonna get out of here in time for prom. In time for Liam.

Poor Liam, he must feel so horrible right about now. Seeing all of those police cars leave his boyfriend's place with his prom date in tow. He must feel so alone and so regretful. Once he finds out I'm being framed for murder, he wouldn't want to deal with me another second. I wouldn't blame him. He's too good for this life. For me.

"Psst, hey guy. You look interesting."

My blood started to boil at the very second this fucking cretin thought it was okay to speak to me. Pure hate started to spew from my pores as I turned to him. My eyes red with anger.

"Interesting? Dude, you got two seconds to back to fuck the from me before I literally kick your ass. Literally."

He laughed nonchalantly and it irked me. I wanted to grab his fucking dirty throat and slam him, but that wouldn't really help my case at the moment.

"You have anger. You have hatred. I like that."

"Dude, what the fuck do you want? I'm not in the fucking mood."

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point. You look like a guy who could help me. I overheard your conversation with the shitwads in blue about your situation. I can't help but assume you're Gabriel Knight?"

"And if I was? What's the point? And why would I help trash like you?"

"Listen kid. I'm looking to make a heavy buck so I can ditch the shit from this place. If you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

Now my mind was racing. He peaked my interest. What was it this guy was after, "Talk."

"I'm starting to like you, Knight. You're a man that knows what he wants. And I really like that," he licked his lips and I shuddered in disgust. His teeth were deep yellow and his breath smelled like fresh sewage. If he didn't finish his sentences quickly, I might have passed out on point.