Prologue
Theodore
Judgement. The ability to make considered decisions or come to a sensible conclusion. Doesn't sound right especially in the world we live in today. All everyone does nowadays is shout before they think. Judge before they meet the person that could become their friend. Learn their story.
Stories don't matter anymore, though. Humanity has labeled each and everything without a care, walking away and not looking back. Why? Because they want everyone to be just like they are and if they're not, they're nothing. Nothing but worthless human beings or 'things'.
Judgement. The ability to make considered decisions or come to a sensible conclusion. It doesn't seem like anyone is coming up with a sensible conclusion considering the outcome of a many fights broken out amongst the country.
Chapter One
Theodore
"He brings his lips to hers, running his hands lower towards towards towards…"
"You fucking suck." I curse myself, slamming my fist on the keyboard, but then regret it when my laptop completely locks up. Son of a bitch. I'm trying to write my story, but this damn brain of mine doesn't want to cooperate with me. It's like it's saying that it's a virgin and it's waiting for the right one to swoop up and take the prize. I'm saying it a lot, aren't I? Ugh.
I'm trying to write a sex scene between the two love interest and I can't seem to figure out where to start things. It's like I have some sort of mental block. I've been working on this one part for over two weeks now, writing and rewriting it. I've even went to the bar to pick up random women to fuck them and give me a few ideas. Nothing. My mind has came up with absolutely nothing.
I don't know what to do. My brain is usually chock full of ideas, but now I'm just at a stand still. It's like the man in my story is a damn robot and needs his oiled changed at the moment to get the motor running, if you know what I mean. I need to ask Gabby to help me. She's the one who's always looking over my things anyways, maybe she can help give me ideas.
Pulling out my phone, I dial Gabby's number. She answers on the fifth ring.
"Yes?" she huffs. I frown. What's going on with her?
"Why do you sound so mad?" I ask. She sighs loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry let me rephrase that. Bitchy, hormonal, a complete raging cunt from hell." that gets her to laugh.
"My mom and I were drooling over these sexy gay men on TV and you interrupted us." she says annoyed. "Now what do you want?"
"Erm, I was wondering if you could help me with my book?" I ask hesitantly. The lines quiet for a moment.
"Let me get finished watching America's Got Talent with her and I'll be over soon."
"America's Got Talent? Are you serious Gabby?" I can't stop myself from laughing.
"What? Our gaydar went off as soon as we saw them rubbing up against their so called 'friend'. It's fine with us, the gayer the better."
"I bet. Be careful on your way over." she hangs up. I make my way through my apartment and pick up a random sock, throwing it in the clothes bin.
When I look around my apartment, I smile. It's not much but it's more than what I had before in my life. When I say that, I mean something emotionally. I put forth years into this place, and even though it's not fancy it's greater than what most people have. There's people who have to find spots to sleep at outside, so I have no reason to complain.
My mom and dad, well, I don't really remember them. Ha, yeah I'm lying. I remember them as if they were a leech attached to its victim. People show sympathy for me when they find out, but I think it's only because they don't know what other emotion to give. Exactly, they don't know what emotion to give because they don't know my story. They were evil and twisted people and now they're gone. Happiness could have been the perfect emotion to send my way. Then again, in someone else's eyes I was a child losing their parents. They just don't understand the situation like some people in the world do.
I don't understand the world today. They tell you to just be who you want to be. Love who you want to. Then when you try to do that they try to change you, or even punish you for loving or being who you really are. Humanity is sick and twisted. It's as if opposite day is every single day and we constantly fall for it.
My parents. I remember them. The last time I had seen them was when I was sixteen, over seven years ago. They were really kind people. Kind to the community, kind to animals, kind to me. So when everything happened I just went into shock, basically paralyzed. It's as if I had been living a lie my entire life.
A new guy had come to town the week that everything went to hell. While I was sixteen he had to be, maybe, in his early twenties. He had a rough look to him, black hair and green eyes. His thick muscles were showing off his tattoos. The man was a giant and all I could do was squirm when he walked up to me that day. He just wanted to know where the closest bar was. I melted when he had given me that devilish smile.
That week all I had thought about was him. I never thought about another guy before. The thought of being gay had never crossed my mind, but then again I never really thought of being with a girl either. I always had my head buried in my books. Many guys at my age may have been trying to find the next available girl to sleep with, but me? No. That's what made everything so confusing.
Especially being in a religious family. Then again, when you're in a family like mine you're not really scared to tell your parents anything. They told me I could love whoever I wanted, so I might as well be honest. With parents like mine, I told them everything. I was having these urges for another man, and it's not something I experienced when I talked to the girls from my school.
I didn't think it would go the way it actually did. When I had told my parents that I was gay they were quiet, quiet for almost twenty minutes. After that, they both had gotten up and walked out of the room. I just sat there, completely still, confused by their reactions. They came back after a while and told me to get in the car. I didn't think, I just listened to what they said.
So after the long drive, I had seen us pulling up to an abandoned warehouse. People started walking out of the warehouse and opened the car door, yanking me out. My ass had been too pissed at my parents by then for bringing me to that place and not talking to me, so I fought. They were surprised by the way I acted but just had more people grab me. I had known I was fucked from the beginning by the way my parents had acted, so why did I go with them? That's the question I keep asking myself everyday.
They'd taken me in the warehouse and tied me up. When I looked around I'd seen familiar faces from the community. Our neighbors were there, and some of my friends parents. Even the mayor was amongst the crowd, which pissed me off to the third degree. If I'd known my parents were in a cult I would have never told them.
They all took turns calling me a fagget, homo, queer. Others beat the shit out of me and some even watched as they held their hands over my face so I couldn't breathe. I finally thought it was over when they all took a step back, but they were just making room for people to get by. In the people's hands was a tub full of ice.
I thought things were bad then, but no. That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was when the green eyed beauty shows up and beats the shit out of you then tosses you like a log into the ice bath. That's the worst part. The guy who I fantasized about. He was the reason I admitted to my parents I was gay. Instead he was my executioner that day. Killing whatever emotions I had felt previously before.
I was locked away for weeks, being starved and beaten. They would test me by showing me these pornographic images. One was of a woman pleasuring herself, while the other was of a man gripping his dick. I've never seen pictures like them before, and the one that had gotten a reaction from me was the man fisting himself. I squirmed every time my dick would react because I never felt such arousal before. That's when the priest came to try and 'help me'. When the man that first caught my eye, came back.
My parents were right though. I'm not gay. After that dreadful night I haven't looked at any guy that way ever since. That shit isn't going to happen to me again. I may not have my parents anymore, but there are people out there who are sick and twisted just like them.
My body is still covered in scars from where all of them tortured me. They wanted to take the gay away from me. It was a sin in our community and no one in our town would be around a creature like me if I was not fixed. In the end they did fix me. I fuck women constantly to show that I'm not gay. So that I don't have to go through the same torture I went through when I was sixteen. I just can't let it happen again.
When they finally 'fixed me', my parents finally took me home. My dick finally stopped reacting to the man, but it also didn't react to the woman either. I just didn't want to be touched anymore. Didn't want to live. I had wanted to run that night, but the damage they had inflicted on my body was too serious. I had to wait until I had an opening after a few days. After three weeks, I finally ran. Packed everything I could carry and had gotten away from the small town I had called home. I don't know if they had ever tried to find me, but if they did they didn't try hard.
Getting lost in my thoughts, I completely forgot about Gabby coming over to help me with my story. A loud knocking sound coming from the front door makes me jump. She finally made it. Walking to the front door, I let the redheaded woman in. When I open the door she looks bored as ever.
"You know I could be looking at a sexy Simon pushing his buzzer right now?" she asks, shoving past me. I chuckle and shut the door.
"Why didn't you finish the show? I know your mom and her shows." she rolls her eyes.
"She told me to just go. That we could finish later." she sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. "Come on, show me what you got."
I met Gabby at the library while I was working on my story. I had to look up some research on Egyptian cultures and while I was there she was studying for her finals. She was sitting in the middle of the floor and I tripped over her. The fiery redhead snapped at me and we got into a heated argument which led to sex in the middle of two book cases. Let's just say we're not allowed back at that library.
The woman is gorgeous, I can say that. Long red hair that falls all the way to her bottom and dark brown eyes. She is bigger than most girls, thick thighs and a curvy waist with hips to grab onto. The girl may have small tits but her ass makes up for it.
After that one time though we just became friends. We're perverts to each other but that's about it. When we go out we hook each other up with other people and make sure that we get one another laid that night. We don't want our friendship ruined over something as stupid as a relationship between each other. I understand where she's coming from.
I easily pick Gabby up and set her in the seat at my desk. She spins a few times in the chair before going to the task at hand then starts to focus. Her eyes scan the screen for over five minutes. It's making me nervous as hell. How much did I mess up? Fuck, this woman scares the shit out of me at times.
Gabby is a writer as well and when she says you messed something up it means you have really fucked up. Take her advice and fix it. Don't just say you'll do it and wave her off.
Gabby sighs and sits back farther into the seat. What was that sigh for? Don't just sigh and not say anything!
"Well?" I ask, pushing her for an answer. She looks at me and grins.
"It's fucking great Theo." she chuckles. I fall to the floor on my ass.
"Oh thank god!" she stops me. "What?"
"What's with the sex scenes?" she asks a little confused. I scratch the back of my head.
"I seriously do not know what to write about Gabby." she laughs. "I seriously don't!"
"Dude, you fuck almost as much as I do. How do you not know what to write about?" I shrug.
"I honestly don't know. It's fucking boring. Ever get that way?" she nods.
"All the time. Come on." she grabs my hand. "Let's go out." she says. I groan. This is the night I needed help with my story. I don't want to go out and do shit.
"I don't want to." I whine. Gabby glares at me causing me to stop my whining. Why the hell does this woman have to be so frightening?
"Stop pouting. Now go get something besides pajamas on." she looks me up and down. "You look like my mom." I grin and shove her on the couch, running to my room.
This is going to be a long night.
