Dear Marilyn (BoyxBoy)

The Day She Left

I remember that day as if it were yesterday. 

It was beautiful outside. Cold, but so sunny that the moment you opened your eyes, you were squinting them shut again and trying not to sneeze. 

I got up, stretched, pulled the curtains open to look out the window, saw my neighbour who looked up at me and smiled before becoming startled. I then realised I was completely starkers, tried to duck and hit my head on the windowsill and yelped, which then led to my brothers running in to see what the hell was going on.

'Oh for god sake, put it away Bailey! We don't want to be seeing that at this time of the morning and I'm sure Mrs Fisher doesn't either. You've probably given the poor women the fright of her life.'

'Or the best sight of her life', I cheekily replied and waggled my bum while finding my kicked off pyjama bottoms, which I'd somehow managed to take off in the night and bury at the bottom of my bed. 

I sprung up and ran for the bathroom, but it was too late. 

The girls had already claimed dibs, with one in the shower and one at the top of the stairs waiting to go in. 'Morning Cece,'  I said, before leaping down the stairs to sit at the breakfast table.

Mum came in, wrapped in her tired looking pink dressing gown and slippers, with her hair falling all over the place as if she'd just been dragged through a hedge backwards. She looked perfect.

'Morning Bubba,' she said. 'The table is laid out so you can have a breakfast of champions before your big race today.'

'Big Race?' I replied. 

'Yes.... your big race! You've got the district sports, long distance running competition today at school! Did you not remember?'.

'O yes! That's not a big race, I'll breeze that! I thought you meant something really major then!'.

Mum laughed. 'O Bailey, you are funny love. I admire your confidence, but one of these days boy, that might come back and bite you in the arse!'.

'They'd have to catch me first,' I replied with a twinkle in my eye, before wolfing down a bowl of porridge with golden syrup in. My favourite.

I eventually got showered and caught the bus with the boys and CeCe to school. 

The big race came and went and it was as uneventful as I had preempted it would be. 

The rival schools came to play, with the big boys all thinking that they were a match for Bailey Turner. I mean, had they met me? I shot off quicker then a rat up a drainpipe and I led the field the whole way round. I was always taught by Mr. Matthews, not to do that in long distance races, but for someone reason it had become a signature move that I stuck with and as this was my final race before leaving St. Peter's High School, I couldn't disappoint my fans could I?

The girls swooned, the boys booed and after all other events had finished, I proudly took my place at the top of the make shift podium, with the biggest smile I could muster, whilst trying to look hot but actually being aware of the fact that I was pouring with sweat and stinking like a heap of dung. 

I then headed straight for the boys showers to freshen up, feeling pumped knowing that I'd left my legacy of long distance running in tact, to the very end of my high school years. This has to be a Turner family first surely? I let the hot water rain down on me, as I thought about the days events and how I would surprise Mum and Dad with the medal when I got home.

'Well done Bailey, that race was awesome!' A tap on the shoulder brought me back to reality.

My heart skipped and my skin prickled in anticipation as I turned round to see Malik standing in front of me in the shower.

'Cheers mate. I do my best to entertain.' 

I drunk all of him in, just as quickly as I'd guzzled the Lucazade sports drink I'd been given at the finish line and he was glorious. Just as I'd imagined. 

We both laughed. 'You are certainly that Bailey. An entertainer.' 

You haven't even seen half of what I can do I thought to myself before remembering where we were, what we were doing and that I couldn't just stand here all day looking pretty.

'Hey can I borrow some shower gel?' he asked, but before I'd even had time to answer, he was reaching round to grab it from the shelf next to my head. His cock slid across the width of my thigh. 

'O sorry about that,' he chuckled and with that we were both off in a fit of giggles that threatened to last forever. 

5 minutes later, I turned the shower off, wiped my eyes which we're streaming with tears and got dry.  I ran for the bus and just made it in time before heading home on the 15 minute journey to Southminster. 

I got off at my usual stop outside the local corner shop and walked the rest of the way home, with a spring in my step and the laughter of Malik echoing round my head. What a day! 

I put my key in the door and walked in to a blanket of silence. One of the rewards for taking part in district sports was finishing school early, so everyone was out still except for Mum. I couldn't wait to show her my medal and make her eat her words from this morning. But in a nice way of course.

'Mum, I'm home.' 

Nothing. 

'Mum.' 

This is weird I thought. She'd obviously gone out somewhere. I walked into the living room and jumped out of my skin.

'Dad. What's wrong? Why are you home so early? What's happened?'. 

He looked up at me. The dry tears still etched across his face, his eyes swollen and red. 

'Dad, what's wrong?'.

'She's gone Bailey.'

'What do you mean she's gone? Who's gone?'

'Mum's gone Bailey. She's left us.'