I couldn’t help myself . I needed to join in the fun. LOL
HIS TRUE HOME
Jackson threw the last of his bags in the trunk of his lover’s car and took one more long glance towards his good old Ford, which he’d parked in his parents’ front yard. He didn’t want anything for them, thus, much to his sorrow, the Ford had to go. Now, he didn’t owe them anything anymore. He was eighteen; he was free. Free to be himself, free to love whomever he chose.
“Get the hell back inside!”
He turned at the bang of the door and the sound of his father’s menacing voice.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Wah! Fuck, huh? Jackson barely stopped himself from smirking. His father rarely swore. Knowing he was the one ruffling the old man’s feathers was a truly satisfying sentiment.
His dad stared him down with an intimidating expression. He was much taller and muscular than Jackson. He oozed authority and he wore that fierce face well. Despite never having been hit by his father even once, Jackson still felt nervousness and fear tighten his chest at his father’s attitude. He closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and told himself to stop being a coward. This was definitely not the time. All he had to do was open the damn car, get inside and block all doors, then start the engine and get the hell out of there. For good. It didn’t sound that hard, but his legs refused to cooperate.
He forced himself to open his eyes and face his father. “I’m leaving,” he eventually managed to blurt out after a long exhale, and, surprisingly enough, his voice hadn’t sounded that shaky.
But then, his father hit the car hood with his palm, loud enough that Jackson flinched.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Jackson bit his lips. Please, please, let me be strong! He had no idea what higher power would hear him, but all he could do as hope.
“Get these bags out of the car boy, and stop with this gay nonsense. How long do you plan on making your mother and I suffer?”
Jackson tightened his fists in an attempt to control himself from going berserk. All his fear and nervousness instantly evaporated. All he could feel was pure hatred. He hated his mother, hated his father; hated the fact that they wanted to force him into living a live without love and happiness just for the sake of their own selfish desires and dreams. He hated them for not being there for him when he’d needed them most. They had no right to decide how he should live his life. They didn’t deserve his love. In fact, Jackson didn’t even think he was capable of loving them anymore, not after how they’d been treating him. At the thought, a wave of pain washed over him. When had things gotten like this? There had been a time when his parents had regarded him with joy and love. Now, seeing the hate and fury shining plainly in his father’s dull brown eyes, he couldn’t help wondering where had all those feelings gone.
He took a deep breath and slammed the trunk shut, then opened the driver’s side of the car and climbed inside, completely ignoring his father. There was no point in talking with the man. It was pretty obvious the last thing his father wanted was talk.
“I told you to get inside the house,” the man barreled.
Unnerved, Jackson threw his father a determined look, filled with all the venom that boiled inside him. He wouldn’t let this man decide his fate anymore. It was then or never.
“No,” he shouted. One word, yet so freeing, so empowering.
His father must have sensed it too, for his eyes widened and he took and involuntary step back. Enough for Jackson to take advantage of the man’s surprise and start his engine to life, speeding away from the house that had held him prisoner for eighteen years.
***
Jackson drove for about twenty minutes before he pulled over outside an apartment building that looked like it had seen better days. Hands shaking slightly from the emotional rollercoaster, he hurriedly scrambled out of the car and took all his three bags out of the trunk. All eighteen years of his life packed in three bags only.
He shook his head at the irony and sprinted all the way to the building’s entrance, jumped into the elevator and hit the button for the sixth floor.
When the elevator signaled his arrival, he ran to his door and unlocked it with shaky hands. Then closed it behind him and slid down to the floor. Relief washed over Jackson like a refreshing breeze on a scorching hot summer day. The door to the kitchen was open. He took in the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, inhaled the smell of insecticide and mold and an odd smile flourished on his face. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. Theirs!
At the thought of his lover, his legs moved by themselves, leading Jackson towards his bedroom’s door. He wiggled his feet out of his sneakers and slowly opened the door.
The sheets lay on the floor. Mark always managed to kick them off in his sleep. Jackson’s chuckle died in his throat at the sight of his lover’s naked body and a soft moan escaped his lips instead. As if sensing his heated gaze, mark stirred and slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jackson with sleepy eyes from behind his rebel dark curls. A heat unlike anything he’s experienced coursed though Jackson’s body.
“Umm …” Mark stretched and let out a small moan that went straight to Jackson’s already growing dick.
To distract himself, he took a glimpse at the grandfather clock their neighbor had given them, hanging on the wall opposite to the bed. It was half past nine in the morning, the time they usually got up. He’d made it in time for breakfast with his lover. Maybe after a nice hot shower.
“Baby, why are you dressed?” Mark mumbled.
Jackson cringed. “Sorry for waking you up.”
“It’s okay,” Mark smiled lazily. “Where are you going?”
“I’m back already. I went to take all my things,” Jackson shrugged. He didn’t want to let the emotions his parents’ attitude had stirred inside him overtake him again. But Mark knew him too well. His brows furrowed. He extended his arm in a silent invitation for Jackson to join him on the bed, an invitation which he gladly accepted.
“You should have woken me up. You didn’t have to do this alone,” Mark whispered caressing away a tendril of hair out of Jackson’s eyes with his fingertips. Jackson sighed contentedly at the tender gesture.
“Yes, I did. I needed to do this by myself. I can’t keep being afraid of them forever.”
Mark nodded in understanding.
Jackson exhaled and finally smiled. “I’m back home now,” he whispered and dropped a tender kiss on his lover’s forehead.
“Welcome back,” Mark grinned, placing a kiss on the tip of Jackson’s upturned nose, which made both chuckle.
“Come here!” Jackson threw himself on his lover and trapped his lips in a hot long kiss, putting all his desire and love, and all his gratefulness in it.
They said love was where the heart was, but Jackson had never understood the statement on an emotional level. Not until he’d met Mark and had fallen deeply in love with him.
So what if his parents didn’t accept him as he was? So what if he was going to eat canned food and frozen pizzas for the rest of his life, or at least for the following five years or so? So what if he probably wouldn’t be able to afford the electricity bill next month? It didn’t matter, because Jackson finally had a home. His true home.
Sorry if any errors managed to slip through.
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Shayla Mist 