Lifeline

Chapter 6 - I Never Told You What I Do For a Living

Frank's POV

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When I looked into my father's eyes, all I saw was pure rage.  He had finally found the gay porn magazine that I had hidden between my mattresses , and had decided to confront me about it.  Well, maybe confront wasn't the right word.  That makes it sound like he was going to be civilized about it or some shit.  The best way I can describe it is if you killed the only cow that a hungry barbarian owned, and he was holding a pitchfork in one hand and a torch in the other, getting ready to get his revenge.  The only thing that grounded me was Gee's hand around me and his soft words of reassurance. 

My father raised the bible, preparing to hit me with it.  Before it could come into contact with my head, Gee smacked the bible out of my father's grip.  I looked at him in awe; my father was a muscular man.  I guess Gee would have to be quite strong to be a stripper/pole dancer.  My father looked at him with rage and threw the magazines at him.  It missed him and hit the curtain behind him, causing the curtain to catch fire.  Gee dragged me over to the front door, with my father close behind.  He opened the door, threw me onto the pavement, and ran out after me, not even bothering to close the front door.  He got into the driver's seat and I got into the passengers seat. We slammed the doors shut and backed out of the driveway so fast that we left skid marks all the way down the driveway.  He switched the drive and sped down the road; a guaranteed speeding ticket.  We drove until we could drive no longer, which caused us to end up in the southern part of New York. 

Gee's POV

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We booked a room in a run down hotel that was most likely haunted and settled down by putting what little things we had into their designated places. "Well..", I said,  "Guess this is our home now..".  "Yeah. By the way, what you did back there was awesome.  I would've received a serious beating if you didn't chime in."  I was silent.  Actually, we were both silent as we got used to our new, yet old, apartment.  "Changing the subject, I've always wanted to go to art school.  Now that we're in New York, which is known for the school of Fine Arts, I was wondering.."  Frank stopped me mid sentence by kissing me gingerly and pushing me onto the bed.  He broke it to say, "Of course you can go, mio tesoro.  How could I say no to a beautiful face like yours?" he said as he pushed a strand of jet-black hair out of my face.  My heart was racing; I loved it when he spoke Italian. 

 "Do it again.." I said softly.  Frank immediately knew what I was talking about, so he put his mouth close to the sensitive spot on my neck and, with his lips brushing my neck softly, he said, "Mostrerò a tutti a chi appartieni.. me e solo io."  He then proceeded to leave an impressive hickey on my neck, with me softly moaning during the process.  He got off and we ended the night with yet another kiss and by falling asleep together, feeling like we could do anything with the power of one another.  I placed Frank's head on my bare chest and we fell asleep that way, dreaming of what challenges we were yet to face.