Just For a Day Part 3
Chapter One
A loud knock on the door made me jump upwards. Brandon quickly jumped out of the bed and looked towards the door. He was wearing white briefs and I could clearly see that he needed to have his morning pee. My heart pounded as I tried to force myself out the bed. Brandon's hand waved me to stop.
"Yeah?" Brandon asked unsure whilst looking towards the door.
"Mr Brandon. I have Mr Miller downstairs and he wishes to speak with you." Mr Berkley's voice came through the door.
Brandon's eyes flew open and grabbed his phone that was laying on the nightstand. He quickly glanced down and started running for his jeans on the floor.
"I'll be out in a minute!" He yelled as I got out of bed to try and find my shoes.
"Dude! We need to get you out. Quick!" He whispered loudly to me as I tried to get my shoes on as fast as possible.
A sharp pain in my leg reminded me of the previous night's engagement between us. Brandon was pulling a white t shirt over his body when it dawned on me.
"Just how exactly am I getting out and who is Mr Miller?" I asked out of breath as I got up from the bed, having just tied my shoelaces.
"He is kinda my best mate at school. My parents love him, but he is a bit of a douche, and he doesn't know about my... nature." He replied worriedly.
"Ok. That still doesn't explain my escape route." I said whilst looking towards the window.
I could jump. I thought to myself. Try and aim for the bushes and hope for a soft landing, or just hope for a quick death in any case. I laughed in my head. Another knock on the door made me jump. A different voice came from the door. Younger.
"Hey Brandon! You in there?!" A young guy's voice came through the door.
This must have been Mr Miller I thought to myself. I was just about to bust the window open for a quick escape when a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me towards the closet.
"Shhhhh. Stay in there and don't say anything." Brandon said as he pulled the large white doors of his massive wardrobe and shoved me inside.
I couldn't help but feel a little man handled and shaken form this whole experience. Brandon, now wearing a pair of jeans and white t-shirt was running towards the door. He stopped, took a breath and opened the door to reveal a brown-haired guy I know I've seen at school before.
"Dude! What the hell? I've been waiting for like hours for you. You jerking off in here?" He asked as he walked in and gave Brandon a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I was thinking of your mom actually." Brandon said and punched him back.
"My mom is eighty-five you sick fuck!"
Both guys were laughed at the stupid joke. I smelled a small hint of sweat around me and realized I was standing next to twenty different pairs of shoes. It wasn't bad, but interesting. Almost a little sweet. Brandon's voice pulled me from my mind again as I tried to listen to their conversation.
"What are you doing here?" He asked and moved towards his desk to pick up his watch.
"Excuse me! But YOU were the one that doesn't pitch up to school for like a week and you don't reply to anyone's texts. I thought I probably need to come and see if you are still alive and maybe identify the body for the cops." He laughed at his own joke again but stopped when his face focussed on Brandon's.
"What happened?" he quickly asked as he realized the bruise on Brandon's face.
"oh. Haha I fell." Brandon quickly lied and looked uncomfortable.
"Was it him?" He slowly asked.
Brandon didn't reply and just walked away towards his bed and sat down.
"Dude. Your father is a piece of shit." The guy said and sat down next to Brandon on the bed.
He was wearing a black jean with a white hoodie top. His brown hair was cut short and was standing up in a few places. He was slightly smaller that Brandon, but bigger than me. He had green eyes, that were visible even from where I was standing and peering through the small crack between the doors.
"Thanks Jonathan." Brandon said and gazed at the floor.
Jonathan. I remembered now when Brandon said his name. He was one of the jocks in the baseball team. He was a bit of a clown, and the girls were always swooning over him. I also got the feeling that this wasn't the first time Brandon's dad hit him. I was glad that he had a friend that cared so much.
"Ok let's go!" Jonathan said and jumped from the bed to break the awkward silence.
"Go where?" Brandon asked in shock as he got up. "I have to stay and do stuff."
"Yeah, like what? Beat your meat some more?" Jonathan laughed.
"Dude, seriously. Ill come over to your place a bit later. Just let me get my morning started and finish up some crap I must do." Brandon replied as he moved towards the door to open for him.
I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. Like hurt. Was he talking about me? Was I crap that he needed to dealt with? A burning flame erupted in my stomach. Breathe I told myself. He is just trying to get rid of him.
"Fine. I'll see you later but bring some of your games mate. I haven't played the new ones you got." Jonathan said as he turned to leave the room.
I take it he knows of Brandon's hidden game fetish I thought to myself. Brandon closed the door and immediately looked towards me as I was climbing out from the cupboard.
"I'm sorry about that. I needed to get him to leave." Brandon quickly said as he walked towards me.
"Jonathan is my best mate and pretty much knows everything about me, but I haven't told him about me being gay yet. I'm not even sure if I want to." He said and looked towards the floor.
"Oh ok." I replied, not knowing what to say.
I was back in my room about thirty minutes later. Brandon made sure Mr Berkley and the staff were downstairs before he sneaked me out front, so I could walk my way to the back yard. The sun was hidden somewhere behind clouds and the air felt cold. The pain in my leg was manageable. I was on my bed when my phone vibrated next to me.
Brandon -- "Ill see you again tonight."
I didn't reply and tried to calm my mind again. It was racing. I tried to recollect my memories of last night and tried to remember how Brandon made me feel. I felt my stomach flutter as I focussed more and more on Brandon's face and how we kissed.
I turned towards the clock next to my bed. Just after ten. I needed to finish up some homework and wanted to do some reading on a book assignment we had. My mom came in a few minutes later and she told me she would be going out to see a lady about cleaning the curtains for the mansion. I was alone.
Chapter Two
I was walking back towards the bus stop. It was Monday again. Brandon and I have been secretly seeing each other at nights and sometimes during breaks in school. I was nervous of course. Scared that people would find out and scared my mom and I would be out on the street if Brandon's father should find out. I was nearly caught last night when I tried to sneak off to Brandon's room again. I tripped just as I was about to reach the vines and the light by the kitchen came on. Brandon's mom peered outside, as if she heard something.
I made my way back towards our little home instead of climbing the stairs up towards him. My heart racing. I couldn't handle it. The constant threat of getting caught was making me loose sleep. My grades were falling, and my mom was suspicious. Brandon on the other hand seemed to relish in the idea of us sneaking around.
