I saw him in the hall as I was going to the bathroom. It was that boy I had seen walking around. He was working as a maid which I found weird because I personally thought only women could be maids. Anyways, it was almost midday and I remembered I had a gala to go to later tonight. He had bright flaming red hair that stood out like a red light, like Rudolph's nose. He caught my eye easily unlike me. I knew him from somewhere I just could not pin down exactly where. He turned to me and I nearly fell over I was walking straight at him without realizing it and I tripped over a low standing coffee table. I stuttered greatly trying to get my brain back in order to try and explain off what was doing. "Uh-uh-uh-Um?" I managed to stutter out as he was staring expectantly at me.
He cut my stuttering off and he replied, "Hey, Winston, how are you?"
His sudden response caught me off guard. I hadn't known he knew my name. I wrote it off, because he is the housemaid, of course, he knew my name. "Hello," I say I suddenly turned to leave as the embarrassment overcame me. I rushed to the bathroom, as soon as the door closed I leaned against it. I realized how stupid I looked, and it also looked like I was trying to duck out of that conversation as fast as possible. I didn't mean to sound rude. I just came off like that. I sigh and push my shame down and I shower.
I walk into the gala room and cross my arms behind my back. As my father would say I have to keep up appearances. I nod to a few of the guests, then I make my way around the ballroom the similar bright red hair I saw earlier today. I stared at the strange bright color. I didn't know exactly what to think. "Is he here?" I think to myself.
Then I see him turn out and leave the room. I don't know how but I get attracted. I rush after him. As I get to the doorway, I turn the corner and I see his fiery hair turning another corner. I rush after him.
I go through the maze that is my father's house. Soon I see him leave the house and turn to the parking lot. I rushed after him and I grabbed his shoulder. He turns to me in sudden surprise and he smiles. "Hey, Winston." I suddenly realize what I've done. I followed this complete stranger out of the protection of my own house to the house parking lot. There was no one out here if I got kidnapped no one would know. He stopped my partial panic attack when he smiles brightly. His face was bright and his eyes are a dishwater blue. I got trapped in them. My lips started to move before I could think.
"Hey, Peter" I then realize where I knew him from. He was that boy we meet about a month ago. He's rottweiler, Tik-Toc got out. I remember that dog running towards me. The dog was in the middle of the road then he made a sudden curve and he nearly face-planted in front of me. It laid in front of me and I bent down and I grabbed the dog's collar. Peter ran up to me and he doubled over as soon as he was about two feet away. He looked up at me and then at his dog. He glared at the dog for a few seconds before he smiled at me. He introduced himself as Peter Isavic. At that same time, it started to rain. Neither of us had an umbrella. My house was too far away and he offered to take me to his house. I didn't see the problem with it so I ran with him. We got soaked but as soon as we got underneath the door awning. We both laughed. We talked for hours. He came from a poor family in the southside. I was a rich kid with only my father. Soon, I need to get home so he lent me his black trench coat.
All of a sudden I was shot back into the present time. He takes my hand and he pulls me through the parking lot. We ended up at a beaten-up car. He tells me to get in and for some reason, I do. I don't know why I did. He starts the car and my eyes seem trapped on him. Before I knew it, we were at this old house. It was old and it seemed to have stood in that one spot for so long it was tilting slightly to the left. The house looked drunk. It was funny to me for some reason that I did not know.
As soon as I was inside the house. The rest seemed to go so quickly. Peter introduced me to a group of boys. Then a girl. She seemed to be watching me and she stiffened when I got too close to Peter. The group of boys he called "the lost ones" they all had longish hair and big smiles. I was so confused about this. My father always kept my hair short. I went through so many discoveries. I found out something about me as well. I always stood close to Peter, not in fear. Not at all. I was attracted to him. Just having his attention made me feel special. The room was always calm and there was never a negative feel to the room. The room was actually very calm. Everyone's stories where different. Most of these boys were around my age. They were all unaccepted in their community but they were accepted here. The thought of this acceptance excites me.
Peter held my hand, though most of that night. I was glad he lead me away from my father's party. Time seemed to pass so fast. At about midnight my father called. I was scared that he would know I wasn't at the party and I freaked out. At that time I was scrambling to get a good excuse Peter answered my phone. I nearly passed out when it happened. He told my father he had me over at his house. My father clearly was yelling at him because of how Peter looked at me. He looked in slight pain. I also knew how he held my phone. He held it stiff and about an inch from his ear. Apparently my father was coming to pick me up.
I knew what that meant. He was going to be to send our fastest limo driver to come get me. I didn't want this dream to end so I held tightly to Peter. Before I knew why my father's best butler has my arm gripped tightly in his fist. He told me I was hanging out with a "gay club." I felt my body nearly fall I knew I was attracted to boys for a while but I never thought about what I was doing. My father would be so mad at me when I see him. He will snap at me. Peter then grabbed my hand. Yanked me to him, out of the butler's grip. I was so surprised he could even do that. I then gripped onto Peter's shirt. He held me there and he felt the staring battle started between my father's butler and Peter. I felt as if the world was just starting to become visible. I needed to protect these lost boys.
I looked at the butler and told him "Please, I'll go with you if you leave them alone." At this time I longed to be home. In my bed and away from this. I felt as if these actions I did today where not mine. The girl Peter introduced me to gripped Peters's arm as if to make him let go. Peter looked at the girl, Belle. I was close to screaming. I gently tapped Peters's arm and I walk from his grasp. I felt as if I was captured. The butler placed his hand on my shoulder and led me from the house. The butler then tells Peter to come along with. I took hold of Peter's hand. He gripped it tightly. I felt my world fall.
The night flashed by in a flurry of images. My father yelling at me. Telling me I was only allowed to be what he was. He was a straight millionaire that got his riches off of my mother. She passed when I was 9. Peter lashing back telling him that I had the freedom to do as I pleased, I was two weeks sly of my 18th birthday. He took my hand then I remember. Then he pulled me to him. I allowed this. I needed to show my father that I was attracted to Peter. My father was in shock and he told me to get out of his sight. Peter took me then, held my arms and helped me walk from that dreaded house again.my mind got lost in what had happened.
My body seemed to be moving on its own and I felt as if my brain was away from my body. Halfway through the maze that I had once called home, Peter hugged me tightly. I told me he was sorry. I remember that moment clearly when he let go of me. When I leaned into him and I pressed my lips to his. He stiffened but softened underneath my touch. As I kissed Peter only one thought came to mind. 'I was now a lost boy free of the clutches of my father'.
