Broken Angel part 3
There is a flashback in Italics.
Fred Lou had no idea as to who would be at his door so early in the day. In addition he had not had his morning coffee. Worse he had given his servants and bodyguards the day off so he could get his rest. Because of this he was more than a little annoyed with answering the door. This changed though to shook/horror when he saw the beaten body collapsed at his door.
Blood oozed from bruises on the face and arms. Blood also stained the tattered blue shirt. Under the eye that was not black rings had formed from lack of sleep, and even with boots on it were obvious that the right foot was swollen. The whole body screamed pains, and its current slumber was anything but peaceful. It was a wonder how Fred could tell that this was Jim Hawking.
Carefully Fred knelt next to Jim. Lightly he stroked Jim's cheek while sadness poured from his eyes. Gently he slid his arms under Jim. One rested underneath Jim's neck and the other under Jim's knees. Slowly in hopes of not hurting the angel in his arms farther. Fred then stood, and carried Jim inside.
With one foot Fred closed the door, and proceeded to walk to his room with Jim in his arms. While walking up a long flight of stairs and two long hallways he thought. He could not understand who could have hurt such a beautiful angel as Jim.
Suddenly Jim made a soft half sob half cry in his sleep. Fred stopped in his tracks. Tears rolled down Jim's cheeks. Instinctively Fred pulled Jim in to his chest, and rocked him gently. Jim quieted and sank in to Fred's arms welcoming the kindness. Another tear fell on Jim's face, but this one came from Fred. "What happened to you?" He asked the sleeping boy in his arms.
Finally Fred reached his bedroom door. Fred had trouble holding the cumbersome treasure in his arms as he opened the door. He left it open, and walked straight to the bed. There he laid Jim on white sheets not caring if they got blood stained.
Once again Fred caressed Jim's cheek with his fingers praying that the boy did not have too serious of injuries. Fred stood for a minute remembering the last time he had seen Jim.
Flashback
Fred embraced Gene as soon as he walked into the Fred's office. Fred loved the feel of Gene's muscles against him, and always had wanted to feel them flesh to flesh.
Then he saw Jim standing in the door. Letting go of his embrace on Gene he looked Jim over. Fred's eyes trailed up long legs, and suddenly wished that Jim were wearing something tighter as he past Jim's crouch. Fred eyed the flat stomach and somewhat slim shoulders. Fred finished by looking at Jim's slightly child like face. To Fred Jim looked like an angel.
Then Fred rushed up and embraced, and in the cheerful voice that only could belong to Fred he greeted Jim. "Jim! I've missed you. Why don't you come over more often?"
Fred had always paid particular attention to Gene and Jim's body language. In fact he practically studied it. Fred could predict with extreme accuracy how they felt by there actions. Also he would know what they would do give the proper stimuli. So when Jim did not tense up Fred was surprised.
Fred had to look at Jim's face, and was saddened by what he saw. Jim's eyes were always serious and worry, but now they were just sad and staring off into no were. Jim did not seem to be there.
After Fred let go of Jim the session went normally. Fred led Gene on to believe that he would not lend the money, and as always Gene begged. Fred liked to hear Gene beg, and always-wished Gene was begging for something completely different. Despite the fun Fred had playing with Gene he could not forget Jim's sad eyes.
End of Flashback
Fred looked at Jim again who had been beaten bloody. Then sat on the edge of the bed, and tugged his ear in thought.
"He is an angel." Fred whispered sadly to himself, "Who could have threatened let alone hit him." Quietly Fred watched the broken angel sleep.
There is a flashback in Italics.
Fred Lou had no idea as to who would be at his door so early in the day. In addition he had not had his morning coffee. Worse he had given his servants and bodyguards the day off so he could get his rest. Because of this he was more than a little annoyed with answering the door. This changed though to shook/horror when he saw the beaten body collapsed at his door.
Blood oozed from bruises on the face and arms. Blood also stained the tattered blue shirt. Under the eye that was not black rings had formed from lack of sleep, and even with boots on it were obvious that the right foot was swollen. The whole body screamed pains, and its current slumber was anything but peaceful. It was a wonder how Fred could tell that this was Jim Hawking.
Carefully Fred knelt next to Jim. Lightly he stroked Jim's cheek while sadness poured from his eyes. Gently he slid his arms under Jim. One rested underneath Jim's neck and the other under Jim's knees. Slowly in hopes of not hurting the angel in his arms farther. Fred then stood, and carried Jim inside.
With one foot Fred closed the door, and proceeded to walk to his room with Jim in his arms. While walking up a long flight of stairs and two long hallways he thought. He could not understand who could have hurt such a beautiful angel as Jim.
Suddenly Jim made a soft half sob half cry in his sleep. Fred stopped in his tracks. Tears rolled down Jim's cheeks. Instinctively Fred pulled Jim in to his chest, and rocked him gently. Jim quieted and sank in to Fred's arms welcoming the kindness. Another tear fell on Jim's face, but this one came from Fred. "What happened to you?" He asked the sleeping boy in his arms.
Finally Fred reached his bedroom door. Fred had trouble holding the cumbersome treasure in his arms as he opened the door. He left it open, and walked straight to the bed. There he laid Jim on white sheets not caring if they got blood stained.
Once again Fred caressed Jim's cheek with his fingers praying that the boy did not have too serious of injuries. Fred stood for a minute remembering the last time he had seen Jim.
Flashback
Fred embraced Gene as soon as he walked into the Fred's office. Fred loved the feel of Gene's muscles against him, and always had wanted to feel them flesh to flesh.
Then he saw Jim standing in the door. Letting go of his embrace on Gene he looked Jim over. Fred's eyes trailed up long legs, and suddenly wished that Jim were wearing something tighter as he past Jim's crouch. Fred eyed the flat stomach and somewhat slim shoulders. Fred finished by looking at Jim's slightly child like face. To Fred Jim looked like an angel.
Then Fred rushed up and embraced, and in the cheerful voice that only could belong to Fred he greeted Jim. "Jim! I've missed you. Why don't you come over more often?"
Fred had always paid particular attention to Gene and Jim's body language. In fact he practically studied it. Fred could predict with extreme accuracy how they felt by there actions. Also he would know what they would do give the proper stimuli. So when Jim did not tense up Fred was surprised.
Fred had to look at Jim's face, and was saddened by what he saw. Jim's eyes were always serious and worry, but now they were just sad and staring off into no were. Jim did not seem to be there.
After Fred let go of Jim the session went normally. Fred led Gene on to believe that he would not lend the money, and as always Gene begged. Fred liked to hear Gene beg, and always-wished Gene was begging for something completely different. Despite the fun Fred had playing with Gene he could not forget Jim's sad eyes.
End of Flashback
Fred looked at Jim again who had been beaten bloody. Then sat on the edge of the bed, and tugged his ear in thought.
"He is an angel." Fred whispered sadly to himself, "Who could have threatened let alone hit him." Quietly Fred watched the broken angel sleep.