Cursed or Unlucky
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Story to Read: Eyes (Codename: Kids Next Door) by blackmonday
Please Note: Excellent story about the characters eyes being shown or hidden having a deeper meaning. Much better than my summary of it. Trust me, read it. It's awesome.
Penance 10: What happened to easy questions?
It was 9 a.m. the following day when Nick woke up. He was really sleepy and still had trouble getting around this new place of residence. He got up and decided to walk around to wake himself up before he took a shower. As he walked he heard something.
Nick stopped and listened.
No I must be hearing things. - Nick
But Nick soon realized that he was right.
After leaning against the door to listen more carefully, Nick let out a low whistle and walked away.
After his shower he exited wearing a blue robe. Standing outside the door with a very not amused face was Carl.
"My maid told me you were leaning against my room door," Carl said disapprovingly, "listening to me masturbate."
"Um I didn't…" Nick started but stopped unable to find anything to say.
"I appreciate my privacy very highly Nick," Carl said darkly.
"Carl I'm really sorry," Nick apologized, "I just heard and…"
"Had to lean against the door for better listening value?" Carl cut him off.
Nick sighed.
Carl chuckled suddenly.
Nick looked at him incredulously.
"Let me just make one thing clear," Carl spoke, "while I don't mind you being here or being gay," he told Nick, "I mind you or anyone else listening to me pleasure myself," he said frankly, "it's disgusting," he concluded.
Nick was looking at the floor feeling absolutely horrible.
"But since it's an accident and possible over curiosity," Carl continued, "I'll just use my sound proofed room while you're here," he said, "but I won't tolerate my privacy being invaded or having such embarrassing things being told to be by the help," he said seriously, "they work for me Nick!" he cried.
"I told you I was sorry okay!" Nick exploded.
Carl was surprised by Nick's explosion.
Nick stormed back into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Carl stood quietly outside for a few minutes. Then he decided to go do something else.
By afternoon Nick was still in his room. Carl knew that he was still upset.
"Maybe you should talk to him Mr. Weezer," Elle suggested as Carl drank tea.
"Talking was what got me into trouble in the first place," Carl responded.
"It's your choice Mr. Weezer," Elle said and left her boss alone in the foyer.
Carl sat there for a while. His tea eventually went cold.
I might as well talk to him. – Carl
Carl went to Nick's room and knocked. He got no answer.
"Nick I'm sorry," Carl said loudly, "please, just open the door," he begged.
Still no answer. Carl kept waiting.
After what seemed like forever (but actually only an hour), Nick opened the door.
"You're persistent," Nick spoke.
"I'm really sorry Nick," Carl apologized.
"I know," Nick responded, "could you come in?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" Carl asked surprised by the question.
Nick's face went bright red.
"Um I was just asking if you'd…" Nick started off fine but stopped.
Carl slowly started to get the message.
"Heh, why not?" Carl responded with a shrug.
Nick looked at Carl in surprise.
"I never told you I was picky Nick," Carl said in response to Nick's stare.
Nick cleared his throat and allowed Carl to step inside.
Stuart sniffled and wiped away his tears. It was 8pm and he lay in bed. Actually a hard dry cot among rows of hard dry cot bunk beds. He had to spend a year here. He missed his mother and father. He missed his friends. He missed the freedom he had. He'd give anything to have it all back. He was kept in protective custody. Where other kids locked up here couldn't hurt him. A guard was everywhere, even in the showers. Well actually they went behind a glass door and showered while the guard kept an eye on them. They were seventy kids in protective custody and three showers that held a maximum of ten each. But usually they allowed no more than six kids in there at once.
I'm sorry that I touched Candy. Really I am. I just thought I was doing right by scaring her. My dad always said to keep niggers in their place. I was doing that. Wasn't I? – Stuart
Done
Yes it's really short. But you still have five more chapters to cuddle and love. Or spit on. Or run from. Or just read and wonder what a evil sadistic writer I am. Whichever one or more thank you for reading and please review.