Hello and welcome back to Free Fiction Friday! We’re back to the prequels to Turning His Life Around! There are seven parts to this one, called Jealousy, and five more short stories after this one. Yay! 🙂
Please remember that the guys are technically underage in these. Any sex is fairly tame (described, yes, but tame) until much later in the series.
If you haven’t read Turning yet, you might consider checking it out. These stories make a lot more sense if you’ve read it first. These should also be read in order:
I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think. I always love to hear from my readers. 😀
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Breakfast had been mostly silent while they ate. Kane had tried to call Kenji when he came out, but the other boy wasn’t home. They figured Kenji was either with Hayden or simply avoiding Kane like Hayden was Ian.
They forced themselves to work on homework, which ended up taking most of the day because they simply couldn’t concentrate. They took turns trying again to call their boyfriends after lunch and once more before dinner, to no avail.
They had seriously considered discussed their mom to borrow the car and go over to one or both of their boyfriends’ houses when the phone finally rang later that night. Kane and Ian stared at each other while their mom answered it with a quiet, “Hello?”
They waited with baited breath for the person on the other end to speak. A moment later, Mom looked over at Kane. “Yes, just a second.” She held the receiver out to Kane.
Kane took the phone, his eyes glued to Ian. “Hello?”
“Kane?” Kenji’s voice came through the line, short and still angry-sounding.
“This is Kane,” Kane answered, his voice low and rough. The tone of voice told him plenty, but he forced himself to listen to his boy… former boyfriend’s words.
“Stop calling. We don’t want to talk to the two of you. We don’t want to hear lame excuses, don’t want your lies. Tell Ian to leave Hayden alone.” And with that, Kenji hung up.
Kane stared at the lump of plastic in his hands for a long moment, the fast beep of the disconnect harsh in the silent room. He very carefully handed it to his mom, lest he release the violence bubbling under the surface and took it out on the telephone. Mrs. Kelly hung it up and stood with a helpless look on her face as her eyes darted from one boy to the other. “Kane?” she asked, tentatively.
Kane just shook his head sharply once. He saw the look in Ian’s eye and knew his friend understood the gist of the conversation without needing a recount. “Excuse me.” In a daze, Kane headed for the front door. He stepped out into the cold night and leaned against the porch rail, forcing the frigid air into his lungs.
He stared up at the stars, and from somewhere deep a curse toward the bitch of a biological mother he’d had roiled to the surface. How he hated her in that moment. If she hadn’t tried to sell him to her john, if she’d maybe just chosen a different john… he closed his eyes and fought the memories.
The sagging couch and stained carpet flashed through his mind and his head shook, trying desperately to deny the images. Greasy hair, tattooed skin and stained teeth. Hot rotten breath on Kane’s cheek and in his nostrils, the stench burned forever on his memory. The bruising fingers on his arms, grabbing at his twelve-year-old body, the struggles he gave and too-old-for-his age curses that flew from his mouth. Kane gripped the railing in the present hard enough to press dents into the weathered wood.
“No!” he shouted out loud at the man and sanity reasserted itself, just barely. He felt a hand on his back and he sagged in relief as the sharp spring air brought him forcibly back. He turned to Ian and pulled his friend into his arms. “Fucking bitch!” he growled and Ian made soothing noises in his throat. “She’s going to ruin everything, isn’t she?” Kane asked, desperately.
“No, Kane, no. We won’t let her,” Ian replied, running his hands over shaggy black hair and a back with muscles taut from anger, frustration, and remembered pain. “She hasn’t ruined us, Kane,” Ian reminded him and the arms around Ian tightened.
“Thank God,” Kane whispered. “God, don’t… don’t ever…”
“No, no,” Ian crooned. “Shhh. I’ll always be here for you.” Tears dampened Ian’s shirt, but he ignored them. “Always…”
They stayed there on the porch in the chilly night air, Kane fighting for sanity, Ian petting and soothing until Ian started shivering, bringing Kane more firmly back to himself. He pulled back from his friend and stared down into the single visible brown eye. “Let’s go inside, you’re cold,” he said, voice still thick with tears and anger.
“I’m fine, Kane, if you need to stay here—”
Kane shook his head. “I’m fine, or… I will be. Come on,” he said, sounding stronger by the second.
They turned and went into the house. Kane glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. “We should head to bed. School tomorrow.”
Ian made a face. “Yeah, and you have detention in the afternoon, don’t you?” he asked, frowning.
“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” Kane groaned. “Yet another bitch in my life.” He shook his head.
“Well, one is already gone and the other will be in a few months,” Ian reminded him and Kane smiled.
“Yeah,” he said as they turned the corner and went down the hall.
“Night boys!” their mom called from her room.
“Night!” they called back and took a detour into the bathroom.
“God, what a fucked up day,” Kane grumbled, pulling open the cabinet to grab the toothpaste. He stopped dead at what he saw.
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