Broken Angel part 4
There was no way of telling how long Fred had been sitting at the edge of the bed staring at Jim. He felt as if he needed to watch Jim or else Jim would break or disappear.
Sighing Fred closed his eyes, and absently tugged at his ear. He considered what he could do and what he should do. He knew that he should call Gene, because he was probably worried about Jim.
Then he was thrown from his train of thought when he felt a huge shift in the bed. Jim had curled in to the fetal position, and had his arms in front of his face as if warding off blows. Still unconscious Jim started whimpering, "Please don't hit me. I'm sorry, Gene."
That statement to say the least confused Fred as he moved to Jim. Fred brought Jim in to his arms, and gently shook Jim. "Wake up. It's only a dream, Jim." Fred kindly commanded.
Slowly blue eyes opened and blinked. Just as quickly tears collected in those eyes. When the dam broke they fell lightly running over a bruised face. Instinctively Fred pulled Jim into his lap, and rocked him in an attempt sooth. With his hand Fred combed Jim's hair. Fred then brought his lips to Jim's ear, and whispered, "It's all right Jim. What ever the dream was about it was not real."
Jim's tears suddenly stopped, and his eyes bulged out like a frog. "Fred?! Jim asked bewildered.
"Yes." Fred replied looking at Jim.
Jim jumped out of Fred's arms, or at least tried to. His only accomplishments were to fall on the bed, on his back, in pain, and end up in a vulnerable position. Fred would have laughed at this predicament if Jim had not gasped in pain. So Fred's face which was full of merry mischief for a moment turned to one of concern. "Jim are you okay?"
"Not really." Jim stated. He sat up wincing in pain. Blinking he then looked in the direction of Fred, but his eyes were not focused. He had left the world, and went to his own. There he was safe. No one would hurt him. No one would love him. There was nothing. Nothing to worry about or wish for. He detached his mind and soul from his body. Jim would not hurt again, but he would not feel pleaser either. In a way this felt wrong. He threw away his humanity, and now all that was left was his life. He would through that away too.
Fortunately or unfortunately though Fred watched Jim sitting there. His concern quickly grew as he saw Jim eyes grow glassier and glassier. "Jim." He whispered, but it fell to deaf ears. "Jim." He repeated a little louder. Still no answer. Fred's voice crescendo as he repeated over and over again. "Jim. Jim! JIM!" But Jim did not responded. In final desperation Fred shook Jim, and cried out, "Angel!"
Jim slowly blinked, and looked at Fred. Not knowing what else to say Fred asked, "Who did this to you?"
Jim blinked slowly again, and in a monotone voice replied, "Gene did."
Fred's jaw dropped. To him this was unbelievable. Gene and Jim were best friends. Fred knew they fought, but it was nothing like this had ever happened. Finally Fred picked up his jaw, and asked, "Why?"
Jim did not care any more about any thing so he replied. "Because I loved him, and I told him so."
Fred had a problem of deciding weather to go kill gene now, or stay with Jim. After a minute he decided that Jim probably needed some one, and that there was time to kill Gene later. Fred took Jim's chin in his hand. "Look at me." He commanded. Jim obeyed with an emotionless face. "I have an idea as to what you are going through. At fifteen I lot my best friend for similar reasons. I care a lot for you, and I want to help you." Fred paused for a moment, and looked deep in to the now soulless blue eyes. Fred then added, "My feelings for you are more than lust no matter what you think. So I want you to come out from were ever you are hiding."
A flash of hope crossed Jim's face, but quickly fled. "How do I know you won't hurt me?" Asked Jim.
"You don't." Fred replied honestly. " I could swear I wont, but words mean nothing. You have to trust me."
Jim just stared at Fred. Fred sighed, tugged his ear, and told Jim. "There is only one way I know how to show you how I feel." With that he brought Jims face to his, and brushed lips. Slowly Fred lightly moved his lip agents Jim's, until Jim participated. Then Fred pressed harder in to the kiss with all his passion and skill. Jim wrapped his arms around Fred's neck, as tears fell in a steady stream.
Fred then pulled away and looked at the angel in front of him. "Do you trust me?" Fred asked. Jim nodded yes. Fred then simply held Jim in his arms.
***
Gene was watching the front door. Black rings had formed under his eyes. His hands shook from a lack of alcohol. Gene would have been crying, but had long since run out of tears. Rarely would he have admitted that he had made a mistake, but now he was ready to admit he had made the biggest mistake in his life. "I'm sorry Jim." Gene whispered.
There was no way of telling how long Fred had been sitting at the edge of the bed staring at Jim. He felt as if he needed to watch Jim or else Jim would break or disappear.
Sighing Fred closed his eyes, and absently tugged at his ear. He considered what he could do and what he should do. He knew that he should call Gene, because he was probably worried about Jim.
Then he was thrown from his train of thought when he felt a huge shift in the bed. Jim had curled in to the fetal position, and had his arms in front of his face as if warding off blows. Still unconscious Jim started whimpering, "Please don't hit me. I'm sorry, Gene."
That statement to say the least confused Fred as he moved to Jim. Fred brought Jim in to his arms, and gently shook Jim. "Wake up. It's only a dream, Jim." Fred kindly commanded.
Slowly blue eyes opened and blinked. Just as quickly tears collected in those eyes. When the dam broke they fell lightly running over a bruised face. Instinctively Fred pulled Jim into his lap, and rocked him in an attempt sooth. With his hand Fred combed Jim's hair. Fred then brought his lips to Jim's ear, and whispered, "It's all right Jim. What ever the dream was about it was not real."
Jim's tears suddenly stopped, and his eyes bulged out like a frog. "Fred?! Jim asked bewildered.
"Yes." Fred replied looking at Jim.
Jim jumped out of Fred's arms, or at least tried to. His only accomplishments were to fall on the bed, on his back, in pain, and end up in a vulnerable position. Fred would have laughed at this predicament if Jim had not gasped in pain. So Fred's face which was full of merry mischief for a moment turned to one of concern. "Jim are you okay?"
"Not really." Jim stated. He sat up wincing in pain. Blinking he then looked in the direction of Fred, but his eyes were not focused. He had left the world, and went to his own. There he was safe. No one would hurt him. No one would love him. There was nothing. Nothing to worry about or wish for. He detached his mind and soul from his body. Jim would not hurt again, but he would not feel pleaser either. In a way this felt wrong. He threw away his humanity, and now all that was left was his life. He would through that away too.
Fortunately or unfortunately though Fred watched Jim sitting there. His concern quickly grew as he saw Jim eyes grow glassier and glassier. "Jim." He whispered, but it fell to deaf ears. "Jim." He repeated a little louder. Still no answer. Fred's voice crescendo as he repeated over and over again. "Jim. Jim! JIM!" But Jim did not responded. In final desperation Fred shook Jim, and cried out, "Angel!"
Jim slowly blinked, and looked at Fred. Not knowing what else to say Fred asked, "Who did this to you?"
Jim blinked slowly again, and in a monotone voice replied, "Gene did."
Fred's jaw dropped. To him this was unbelievable. Gene and Jim were best friends. Fred knew they fought, but it was nothing like this had ever happened. Finally Fred picked up his jaw, and asked, "Why?"
Jim did not care any more about any thing so he replied. "Because I loved him, and I told him so."
Fred had a problem of deciding weather to go kill gene now, or stay with Jim. After a minute he decided that Jim probably needed some one, and that there was time to kill Gene later. Fred took Jim's chin in his hand. "Look at me." He commanded. Jim obeyed with an emotionless face. "I have an idea as to what you are going through. At fifteen I lot my best friend for similar reasons. I care a lot for you, and I want to help you." Fred paused for a moment, and looked deep in to the now soulless blue eyes. Fred then added, "My feelings for you are more than lust no matter what you think. So I want you to come out from were ever you are hiding."
A flash of hope crossed Jim's face, but quickly fled. "How do I know you won't hurt me?" Asked Jim.
"You don't." Fred replied honestly. " I could swear I wont, but words mean nothing. You have to trust me."
Jim just stared at Fred. Fred sighed, tugged his ear, and told Jim. "There is only one way I know how to show you how I feel." With that he brought Jims face to his, and brushed lips. Slowly Fred lightly moved his lip agents Jim's, until Jim participated. Then Fred pressed harder in to the kiss with all his passion and skill. Jim wrapped his arms around Fred's neck, as tears fell in a steady stream.
Fred then pulled away and looked at the angel in front of him. "Do you trust me?" Fred asked. Jim nodded yes. Fred then simply held Jim in his arms.
***
Gene was watching the front door. Black rings had formed under his eyes. His hands shook from a lack of alcohol. Gene would have been crying, but had long since run out of tears. Rarely would he have admitted that he had made a mistake, but now he was ready to admit he had made the biggest mistake in his life. "I'm sorry Jim." Gene whispered.