Please remember the not owning part.
The mystery unfolds.
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Part 7
I trudged wearily home and called out for Mom. When she didn't answer, I went and checked in her room only to find it empty. A little worried, I checked the refrigerator to see if she had left me a note only to find that she had been called into work for another graveyard shift.
"Good," I thought as I got ready for bed, "That means I can put my plan into effect. Let's see if my theory is correct."
I cracked my window, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. I couldn't find a comfortable position and finally settled on lying on my side. I then evened out my breathing and thought of the day I was attacked. I brought up in my mind that particular moment piece by piece. I tried to mentally place myself back into that day. I tried to feel the adrenaline rush, the shock, the pain, the panic, and the fear. As time ticked by, I was able to bring up these emotions and the reaction that my body went through to said emotions. My heart rate increased and my breathing became harsher. I had successfully placed myself back into a form of my nightmare that had so plagued me before.
I kept myself in this state for sometime when I heard a small noise. It sounded like something or someone had landed outside of my window. My back was to the window and I stayed absolutely still. I then heard the sound of my window slowly sliding open and footsteps hurrying towards my bed.
"Hush. Your okay," I heard whispered as a hand softly rubbed my back, "Settle down and sleep. Dream better dreams."
Without warning, I grabbed the hand resting on my shoulder and yanked the intruder onto the bed with one smooth motion. The intruder emitted a startled cry. I straddled my captive and turned on the light to be greeted by Will Stronghold's wide-eyed face.
"Aha! I was right," I said triumphantly, "Somehow you know when I am upset."
"Dammit Warren!" Will snapped, "You nearly gave me a heart attack and I could have punched you through the ceiling."
"It was you that night when I had that bad nightmare," I accused him, "You've been flying over here, breaking into my room, and settling me down in my sleep so I wouldn't wake up and be sick. Even after I asked you to stop hovering, you came over here tonight."
"Yeah…well. You set me up!" Will accused twisting out from under me, "You weren't having a nightmare at all. How the hell did I sense that you were having another nightmare if you weren't?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," I snapped at him irritated, "So that's why you had been looking so tired before. You had been spending your nights flying back and forth from my house when I was still having night terrors. Why the hell would you do that?"
"Because I love you dammit!" Will yelled in my face before repeating in a whisper, "Because I love you."
Will deflated visibly and sank to the floor of my room. His face was stricken and he curled up within himself rocking gently.
"Please…please don't hate me," he whispered over and over again.
It was a heart wrenching sight and to my surprise I found that I was growing angry with myself for placing Will in this position. He was only trying to help me.
"Help me?" I thought in sudden realization.
I suddenly remembered something else. It was Will that I had called out for when I was attacked. I had asked him to help me. I staggered in shock and sank to the floor in front of Will.
"It's not your doing that you can feel when I need you," I spoke aloud to Will, "It's my doing."
"What?" Will said raising his teary eyes to my own.
"My mom also had a secondary power to her main power," I explained in startling realization, "She is also a strong empath that can read the feelings of others and also broadcast her own if she is in need. She was able to use her empathy to let my father know when she want into labor with me."
"What does that have to do with me feeling your emotions?" Will asked confused.
"Dummy," I growled flicking Will in the forehead, "I must have inherited this power from my mom. I am broadcasting my emotions to you."
"Why me?" Will asked.
"Because I can only send emotions to the ones that I am the closest to. Like my mom," I explained as the pieces started to fit into place.
"That doesn't answer my question," Will huffed in frustration, "Why am I picking up your emotions?"
"Because I can only send my emotions to the ones that I share a strong emotional attachment with. People that I…that I love," I said gasping in complete shock before falling into a blank state.
Oh-My-God! I love Will Stronghold. I'm gay! No. Scratch that. I still find women attractive. I'm bisexual! I have something in common with that vermin Leon. Gross! Well not gross that I'm bisexual, gross that I have something in common with the lion-freak.
"Warren? Warren?" Wills voice snapped me back to reality making me aware that he was shaking me, "Warren! Wake up!"
"I'm awake," I growled halting his shaking me by grabbing both of Will's upper arms.
"Did you just say that you love me?" Will asked still in my grip.
"Yeah," I said surprised, "I did."
"Say it again," Will begged me.
"I love…mmmmph…" my answer was cut off by Will's lips on mine.
Will kissed me and to my surprise, I kissed him back. Each of us equally responded to the other. Soon Will dominated the kiss and his gently caressing lips and seeking tongue sent shivers down my back. Finally we pulled apart for lack of air. All I could do was gasp in surprise. I had felt that from the bottom of my toes
"I have been waiting ages to do that," Will growled huskily.
"Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?" I asked Will in wonder as I touched my swollen lips.
"Just call me a natural," Will said smirking before pulling me in for another mind-numbing kiss.
"Ren?" Will asked as he pulled me on the bed and started kissing my face and neck, "Why did you "call" me here tonight?"
"Oh…um…to tell you that we wouldn't work out," I said distracted as my body arched up against Will's at a particularly arousing caress.
"Oh really?" Will said laughing and pulling back to look down on me, "And why wouldn't we work out?"
"Because I don't love you," I said smiling shyly up at him.
"You don't?" Will said quirking an eyebrow up at me in amusement.
"Nope," I said cheekily, "And stop calling me 'Ren.' My name is Warren, thank you."
"Well now Warren. I'll just have to change your mind," Will said as he continued his original activities surprising me with his dominance.
To be continued.
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