The Teacher's Pet | BoyxBoy

Lecture 04

     "RAPIST, " said Steven.

               A chain message was sent to all his family members. Annoyance could be seen on his face. This would have been the third time they found where he lived. A mistake made years ago still followed him to the present day. Messing around with the wrong girl led to this harassment on his family. Although the judge ruled it as a false rape accusation, the family would not accept things as it was. 

               At first it was small. Throwing eggs and rubbish on their lawn. It then escalated to break-ins and physical assaults on his younger brothers and sister. A sly smile pulled at Steven's lips at the memory of the night he had her. Though that night was fresh in his mind, he still couldn't remember how his lawyer managed to get him out of that pit.

               Not waiting on help he began to pick up the broken glass of the ornate lamp. The room had some semblance of normalcy by the time his father rushed in the front door. The last of the Longman family to return home, his father walked up to him.

     "How did they find us?" Deep and authoritative, Rick Longman's voice spoke up in the solemn room.

     "I don't know." said Steven. He pointed to the fallen cupboard that required another's help.

               Rick exhaled heavily as he helped his son lift the wooden furniture. A well established accountant, Rick was the ideal family man. With his wife Suzan of thirty plus years, he led the family with a strong, but lenient fist. Rick looked at his first son. Mixed emotions were felt towards him. Partially because he was adopted, but also partially because he knew of his son's behavioural patterns. Steven smiled at Rick and he returned the favour.

     "I need to shower before dinner," said Steven.

Rick waved him off as he looked at the letters on their living room wall.

     "Love! What was the name of the paint we used in the living room? I'll get a galon when I go to buy new locks." said Rick.

Steven trudged up the stairs.

Bang!

               The bedroom door was shut behind him. Throwing his bag to the floor he walked over to the suspended punching bag in the center of the room. The jersey he wore was pulled off and thrown in a corner off to his right. He grabbed the pair of gloves that sat on his night stand. All the pent up rage felt was released. Each punch sent the bag swinging. Increasing the strength behind each blow, a steady sweat was built up on his back. The punching bag was a gift from Rick to give Steven a way to express his ... frustrations.

               Five pairs of eyes glanced at each other in the kitchen. The noise could be heard clearly from directly above.

     "Space," said Rick to the other members present. They nodded in unison. One word encompassed all they needed to know about the situation above. The mood swings were the least of their problems. It was the little unexpected nuances that could set him off which bothered them. Rick helped his wife with dinner preparations ignoring the sounds from above.

               Desperately sucking in air as though his life depended on it. Steven ripped off the gloves casting them to the ground in exchange for the phone in his bag. Grabbing the towel that hung on the back of the bathroom door, he walked in. Waiting on the tub to full he sat inside. The phone was put on loud speaker and placed carefully on the ledge. This call would need to be made sooner or later. Whether he wanted to or not the family would be moving once again.

     "Good night." said Chris. The soft bubbling of a pot in the background could be heard. Steven smirked. His little exlover was cooking. Biting his lips he answered Chris sweetly, "Good night. What're you up to?"