The Sentinel
By White Angel
SECRETS
"go"
no shouting, no screaming, just a defeated whisper, coming in despair from the man he loved. that one word hurt more than any physical contact could.
"why?"
he shouldn't ask. he knew that. but he wanted to know.
"what have I done?"
"you ask me what you've done?"
voice flat, head turning ever so slightly, but no clutching hands or jaw, no harsh words. this had to be bad.
"yes Jim. help me out here, man. what have I done?"
"you steal yourself into my life, my home and at last, into my bed. you tell me all about true love, honesty and all that crazy shit, but you never meant it."
"Jim, I... I don't..."
the book! damn. where has he got that from? it lay open on the table.
understanding he stopped in midsentence. rage came up in him.
"how you dare searching through my personnel stuff!? you talk about trust but you're not a little bit better! I had my reasons not to tell you about all that. I knew you would react this way. I didn't want to lose you. Hell, I couldn't lose you. I would die."
those last words barely a whisper, still the sentinel had to have heard it.
still unmoving Jim stared at him from the corner of his eyes. his chest tightened and Blair felt the tears dwelling up in his eyes. he turned away so Jim wouldn't see him cry but the sobs that made their way up his tight throat spoke much clearer.
"I'm sorry, chief. I..."
"don't."
instead he slowly walked over to the younger man, turned him around and took him in his arms, soothing and caressing his one true love.
"it's okey, Blair. but promise me this..." pulling him out of his arms Jim stared into his eyes. "no more secrets, okey?"
"no more secrets, I promise. but some things are too hard to talk about just now." whispered mumbles the words were understood. he could see it in the older man's face.
"let's go to bed, my love. tomorrow we'll talk about it."
the end
I'm a sadist, ain't I? Surely you ask yourself what was in that book. but don't even bother to ask. I am suffering all the same. Even me, the author, doesn't know what's in that book. I started writing, thinking I would get an idea later on but when I wrote The End I still had no idea. And now, more than a year after I originally wrote it I hate myself. But. what can I do? If you have an idea what the book is about. why not post it with the review? I'd appreciate that. And maybe I'll write a sequel then.
That is. if you liked it at all (
That's it for now, WA
By White Angel
SECRETS
"go"
no shouting, no screaming, just a defeated whisper, coming in despair from the man he loved. that one word hurt more than any physical contact could.
"why?"
he shouldn't ask. he knew that. but he wanted to know.
"what have I done?"
"you ask me what you've done?"
voice flat, head turning ever so slightly, but no clutching hands or jaw, no harsh words. this had to be bad.
"yes Jim. help me out here, man. what have I done?"
"you steal yourself into my life, my home and at last, into my bed. you tell me all about true love, honesty and all that crazy shit, but you never meant it."
"Jim, I... I don't..."
the book! damn. where has he got that from? it lay open on the table.
understanding he stopped in midsentence. rage came up in him.
"how you dare searching through my personnel stuff!? you talk about trust but you're not a little bit better! I had my reasons not to tell you about all that. I knew you would react this way. I didn't want to lose you. Hell, I couldn't lose you. I would die."
those last words barely a whisper, still the sentinel had to have heard it.
still unmoving Jim stared at him from the corner of his eyes. his chest tightened and Blair felt the tears dwelling up in his eyes. he turned away so Jim wouldn't see him cry but the sobs that made their way up his tight throat spoke much clearer.
"I'm sorry, chief. I..."
"don't."
instead he slowly walked over to the younger man, turned him around and took him in his arms, soothing and caressing his one true love.
"it's okey, Blair. but promise me this..." pulling him out of his arms Jim stared into his eyes. "no more secrets, okey?"
"no more secrets, I promise. but some things are too hard to talk about just now." whispered mumbles the words were understood. he could see it in the older man's face.
"let's go to bed, my love. tomorrow we'll talk about it."
the end
I'm a sadist, ain't I? Surely you ask yourself what was in that book. but don't even bother to ask. I am suffering all the same. Even me, the author, doesn't know what's in that book. I started writing, thinking I would get an idea later on but when I wrote The End I still had no idea. And now, more than a year after I originally wrote it I hate myself. But. what can I do? If you have an idea what the book is about. why not post it with the review? I'd appreciate that. And maybe I'll write a sequel then.
That is. if you liked it at all (
That's it for now, WA