Aljinon, Oh man! That's cool! I wish my school would burn down, so I have an excuse for where my homework is (in my locker). More Silas goodness coming right up 8) MoonyEyes, I hope you had a nice holiday! Yes, I'm trying to get up to at least twenty chapters, I must keep working, albeit with the pace of Floyd Landis's testosterone levels. If you believe that story.
Chapter Thirteen – Silas Meets Kevin and has a Pleasant Dinner
Silas waited outside Rachel's apartment, waiting for her to return. He was almost tempted to knock on the door and see if anyone answered, but he restrained himself. Many times it sounded like someone was in there, and Silas would rap on the door, then run away, only to look back and see a muscular, dirty blond, man step out in his underwear. At these times, Silas tried to keep his breathing under control as well as his anger. This is the man Rachel slept with, Silas thought to his self, to kill him would be a waste of time and energy. She obviously still has feelings for him. Just as he was about to give up and leave Rachel popped up behind him. "Hey!" she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Her lips were warm with a fiery passion, and it took all of Silas's strength not to force her right there in the hallway. He simply closed his eyes and thought about her ex. He would meet him soon, no doubt. "Come on, have you been sitting out here the whole time? You poor thing." Silas felt happy to have someone call him a "poor thing." He rarely got any kind of compassion at all.
Rachel unlocked her door to find Kevin there, watching TV fully clothed, to her greatest appreciation. When he saw Silas, his grin faded. He stood and walked over to kiss Rachel on the lips but Rachel stopped him by squeezing his cheeks and pushing his head away. "Why are you still here?" she asked, in an obviously irritated tone. Kevin gave her a disdainful sniff and ran his hand through his hair. "Waiting for you obviously. Who the hell is he?" Silas locked his eyes with Kevin for a moment, and instantly disliked him. Rachel turned her head towards Silas and back saying, "This is Silas. I met him while working. What's for dinner?" she walked over to her kitchen, and Silas slowly walked over to the couch, sitting as far from Kevin as physically possible. He smelled like beer, and it took Silas all his strength not to leave, not while Rachel was preparing dinner. In truth, it was early for dinner, but he assumed she was just trying to remove herself from an uncomfortable position.
Kevin sat down right next to Silas, and Silas got a full whiff of liquor. Trying to keep his eyes focused on the TV, Kevin said to him, "You're all dressed up. Why?" Silas didn't turn to him, but muttered, "It was this or the pink Polo. I didn't want to look, feminine." Kevin gave him a hearty, drunk laugh and said, "Man, that's not feminine, that's gay!" and went on laughing. Silas tried to crack a smile or chuckle, but found it difficult. Rachel came from the kitchen and said, "I need to go to the store to get what I need to make dinner. I'll be back." Kevin asked, "Are you making spaghetti?" Rachel nodded and walked out the door. He turned back to Silas and said, "She makes the best spaghetti. You wanna beer?" he asked, holding one out to Silas. "No thank you, I don't drink." Kevin said, "Shit, what kind of grown man doesn't drink beer?" Silas tried to focus on the commercial. "Back pains? Neck Pains? Car accident? Don't settle for the scammers! Call M & C Hammer!" Kevin laughed loudly at the commercial. "I love that one! Almost makes me want to break my neck or back." That can be arranged, Silas thought to himself as he watched Kevin guzzle down beer like gas to a Hummer.
Kevin stood and scratched his but as he walked to the bathroom. Silas was wondering if he should just leave now, burn all his new clothes, break the chairs he never knew existed with the new dresser, whip himself with the Discipline as hard, and fast as possible, and leave his cilice on extra tight. Just as he was about to put this plan into action, Kevin came back out, his fly unzipped, and a little less drunk. "So, you're from France?" Silas nodded. "I have also lived in Spain and London. Now I live here." Kevin nodded, sitting down again. "You speak French and Spanish then, right?" Silas nodded. "Well, can you teach me? Rachel has now decided to screw guys who speak French and Spanish." Silas was taken aback. "He had never slept with her. He hadn't even dreamed of doing that either. "We are not having sex, if that is your question." Silas said, in a defiant tone. Kevin put his hands up in defense. "Hey, that's cool. You like guys, don't you?" Silas was disgusted. Homosexuality was a sin! "No, I do not. I'm celibate." Kevin smiled and leaned forward. "Prison did a real number on you, eh?" Silas shuddered at the thought and quickly tried to push the thought away from his mind.
Kevin was still smiling and said, "It's not all that bad. Getting ass can be fun. I guess if you don't like dick up your ass, you should have told those mo'fo's straight up, and they would have gladly gotten down on all fours." Silas still wore a look of disgust. "That is repulsive. Homosexuality is a sin. I am a man of God." Kevin snorted and said, "Yeah, well so are the other priests who rape children. Do you like children Silas?"
"In the way you are speaking of, no. But I do like children."
Kevin shook his head and laughed. "Children are just money hogs. They get it all, but give none back. They're selfish little brats."
Silas could understand that in the way of people who didn't have children still had to pay school tax. "I'm sure they're not all that bad."
"Who knows? I'll never find out. So what say you Silas? Up for a beer now?"
Silas shook his head. He didn't want to become the thing he hated most – his father. Kevin pulled the beer out of Silas's face and said, "That's cool, it's okay." He patted Silas on the leg, and he froze. No, it's just a friendly pat, he thought to himself. Kevin drank down another beer and swayed dizzily from side to side. He turned to Silas and put his hand on his leg again, this time, keeping it firmly planted as he ran it up and down his leg. No, he's just drunk. He won't touch you – Silas's thoughts were cut off by shock as he saw where Kevin's hand had landed. "What say you?" he said with a grin. "Get some ass, right here right now!" Silas clenched and unclenched his fists as he silently prayed for patience. Kevin, still drunk said, "No, well, then can I get some?" and with that he grabbed Silas roughly by the shoulders and pushed him face flat into the seat cushions. Angered, Silas pushed him off, before he could get his pants off and threw him into the wall. "Don't you ever touch me!" he yelled in Spanish, now that he was reliving Andorra. Kevin looked bewildered as he stumbled over himself and tried to land a punch on Silas, but he was too quick.
Silas slipped behind him and pulled him into a sleeper hold, as he slowly felt Kevin lose consciousness. Leaving him on the floor. Silas bent down to check for a pulse. It was still there. Dragging Kevin's unconscious body to the guest room, Silas closed the door so Rachel wouldn't notice.
At the same moment, Silas heard the door open and Rachel call, "Hello? Anyone here? Silas ran back and said, "I'm here. Kevin had to...leave." Rachel nodded and asked, "What do you think of him? He's not usually this drunk unless he has work or is not within a mile of beer." Silas smiled weakly and said, "He seems too rude for you." Rachel smiled as she pulled out a variety of vegetables, bread, wine, and spaghetti. "We're having spaghetti with homemade sauce and red wine. Is that okay with you?" Silas nodded. He could drink wine, but scotches, beers, whiskeys, and other hard drinks, he couldn't. "That's good. Do you think you could help me with something? I need these tomatoes cut up and mashed into a pulp. Can you do that for me?" Silas nodded and went straight to work. It sounded like an easy task, but when he started, he found it was more difficult than it looked. The tomatoes were ripe, but after he had them mashed to what he thought was a pulp, Rachel told him to had some herbs and keep on smashing. "It needs to be thick, but tangy. Pungent, yet sweet." So Silas did as told, and after his arms began to feel numb, Rachel came over, poured a little wine in it, stirred it, then said, "You're done. Thankful, he rubbed his arm and sat down at the table. She had the bread in the oven and the strainer in the sink ready for a pot full of hot spaghetti and water. Silas watched as the steam rose and could smell the bread waiting. He decided he would take that into his own hands and carefully pulled the bread from the oven as Rachel looked over and smiled. "Thanks, now just set it on the stove." Silas did as told and sat back down, eyeing the bottle of wine.
Rachel wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel as she pulled down two bowls from the cabinet. Setting them on the counter, she saw her favorite barrette on the floor by her feet. Curious as how it got there, she bent over to pick it up, her back and neck creaking as she did so. Silas watched this from the table and was instantly turned on by how sexy her ass looked. He didn't say this out loud, but he began wondering how long until Kevin would wake up. He knew he had a few hours at most, but decided to eat fast just incase. Rachel put the glittery butterfly clip into her hair and smiled. It was her favorite. She put the bread in a basket and set it on the table as she said, "Help your self now while it's still warm." Silas slowly grabbed a piece and broke it open, as a soft, scent wavered in front of his nose. Hungrily, he decided it was the best bread he had ever tasted. Rachel had also set down a plate of virgin oil with different herbs mixed in, and he dipped it in that as well.
Once Rachel had the pasta served, she smiled at Silas. "Would you like to say grace, or should I?" Silas decided he would take matters into his own hands when it came to praying. The spaghetti was delicious, the wine was too, and Silas couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort and serenity, unlike the angst he usually felt. For once, he was truly calm. Rachel saw him close his eyes and stop chewing in mid-bite. "Silas, are you okay?" Silas opened his eyes and said, "Yes. The dinner is amazing. You're a wonderful cook." Rachel grinned and said, "Thank you! I've always liked cooking pasta. I like the smell of it while you wait for it to cook all the way through, the smell of dumping it into the strainer and back into the pot. The way it looks when you do that, glistening, steamy, fresh. And how when you pour on the sauce, there's still some steam, but not a lot. Like when you stir it, there is, and take some, but overall, there is none. It's like dousing a fire." Silas listened intently as she spoke, wondering if she was aware of how sexual this all sounded. No, Silas, get that thought out of your head NOW, his mind spoke to him in French. Startled, was he by the abruptness and suddenness of the voice, and now that he was used to English, that he dropped his fork on the plate. "Silas, you don't seem well. Is everything alright?" Get up and leave now. Don't turn back, the voice inside his head whispered so forcefully, that he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't. Why did the voice sound familiar? Get up and go. Tell her about Kevin. You disappointment. Leave here now before you humiliate us all! Silas looked down and away from Rachel's eyes as he stood. He couldn't go against what his father told him to do.
Rachel stood with him and asked, "Is it the wine? Have you had too much? Here lay down on the couch." She said, guiding him to the couch. His father's voice kept yelling in Silas's head as he stumbled towards the couch. It kept yelling, and yelling, to the point Silas could stand it no longer. Silently he screamed, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! And closed his eyes as Rachel rubbed his forehead.
"Silas? What's the matter?" Silas opened his eyes and his hand shot up, pushing the hair out of Rachel's face. "Rachel...Crowe..." he said in a tired voice. She smiled as she held his hand and watched him sleep. She rubbed his hand against her cheek gently and thought to herself, he gives me respect. He doesn't have to do shit except be there for me.