Hey! Me again...I'm trying to update as much as possible on this...I only get so much done a day, you know. You guys should be happy I'm writing...if you're even reading this. XD I don't even know if I have an audience. Anyways, here's Chapter Two for you!
Chapter Two: A Soul Intwined, It's yours, it's mine
When Kevin pulled away and left the room, Rolf collapsed back on the bed. He could feel his face burning; had Kevin decided that he'd had too much? Was he not coming back?...Well, he had to come back. It was his house, afterall.
When the dark-haired boy didn't return, he decided to leave. He gathered the yams he'd had with him, and slowly trudged down the stairs and out of the house, going towards his own. He couldn't believe the pain in his heart; certainly Nana had some form of remedy for it? Perhaps it was only decongestion?
No, it couldn't be. Being left like that after feeling perfectly fine wouldn't cause heartburn. What could it be then? He'd never heard of this happening in his home country. With a sigh, he entered his house.
The smell of pig urine, cow manure, hay, and other nasties hit his senses and overwhelmed him; if it wasn't for the pain in his heart he probably wouldn't have started crying. Locking himself up in his room, Rolf found the pain lessened the more he cried into the pillow on his bed.
He may have looked like a sissy, but he couldn't have cared less. He felt rejection for the first time in his happy-go-lucky life; and he hated it. He hated emotion at that moment. Especially with what he'd heard Kevin whisper in his ear before leaving.
I'm gonna go eat. You'll be gone when I get back.
How could someone be so cruel? Had Rolf really not mattered? Granted they had only kissed; this hurt Rolf's heart. And when his heart hurt, nothing could be done right by the son of a sheapard.
The next couple of days flew by, slow and lethargic, as was the way Rolf went about his usual chores. What brought him happiness every other day left him sad and empty. Why was this effecting him so much? He did not want to be one of those 'Elmo Kids' or whatever they were called...so why did he want to hurt so much?
His dreams were broken by the inflaming feel of Kevin's lips on his own; the other's touch against his cheek. The tenderness shared in those sweet sixteen seconds. All of that was gone. And Rolf didn't care to know why it hurt so bad anymore. He really didn't. He just wanted it all to stop.
With burning eyes from sobbing, hands worked to the bone, he trudged to the shower once more, to rid the day's grime and filfth off of him. The nasties of his home were now beginning to bother him. Perhaps he needed professional help? No...he was sure that if Kevin knew this, which he would probably find out, then he would only be disgraced further.
I know, it's a short chapter. Kevin's is coming up...teehee. Poor Rolf's going Elmo over Kevin and his 'heart-hurt'. I've been there and done that. hugs Rolf It's okay, darling...
...Comment for Rolf's feelings, please?
Songs I listened to while writing this chapter:
4 a.m. Forever - Lostprophets
Broken Hearts and Torn Up Letters and the Story of a Lonely Girl - Lostprophets
11:11 p.m. - All American Rejects
All Around Me - Flyleaf
36 Degrees - Placebo
All The Small Things - Blink 182