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My hand brushed over his chest, and even though the material was thick, it was loose enough for me to be able to feel his prominent rib cage.
His head tipped back, and the icy water plummeting down to earth splattered on his highly visible cheekbones. The clouds rumbled and lightening lit up the sky, dark even at this relatively early hour of the afternoon.
I adjusted my arm so that his head was pushed forward to lean against my chest, allowing me to support my baby brother properly.
I ran to the motel room, and having not bothered to lock it before going to find Sammy, I pushed the handle down and got inside quickly.
I placed his unconscious form delicately on the double bed he'd left untouched while I was away, and crept over to single bed that also didn't appear to have been slept in.
I bent down and was pulling my boots off, shrugging off my jacket, when I looked up briefly; Sammy seemed distressed, yet he was still under.
He was moving around, frowning, even crying in his sleep. I got up, tiptoeing over to him cautiously. I sat down on the bed just as he turned over, facing away from me.
He curled up in a ball, shaking, murmuring somewhat unintelligible words, but I'd practically raised the kid, I was used to trying to make out sobs and hiccups and translating them into words.
I'm fucked in the head Dean, I can't help it, I'm not right. I love you in the wrong way. I still love you like a brother, but for years, I've loved you in a different way, in a stronger way.
I love you in a non-platonic way, Dean, and I'm a freak. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know how to comfort my sleeping companion, so I just curled myself around him from the back, like an ever clinging vine, never planning on releasing my little Sammy.
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Broken Minds 2. Mind Over Matter 3. Sleeping With The Enemy 4. Fearful Hearts 5. Painful Realisations 6. With All My Heart 7. Moments of Happiness 8.
Loving Embraces 9. Returning to Hell Decisions, Decisions. Squinting against the sun, my heavy eyes opened painfully. I went to sit up, but winced and whimpered when a sharp jolt of agony shot up from my ass.
Looking around at my surroundings, I remembered where I was, and terror was all I felt when I realised that the lorry was moving.
Seeing as you had no place to go, I thought I'd take you with me. He looked me up and down, a creepy smile stretching his lips.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was covered in bruises, fingertip shaped ones at my hips. There was a mixture of dried blood and cum crusted on my inner thighs, and the pain became even more apparent when I took in the damage he'd done.
He reached over and stroked the scars on my stomach, his fingers venturing up to bump along my particularly pronounced ribs.
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing, fear paralysing me momentarily. My eyes squeezed tightly when a felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me forcefully onto his cock.
Having been trying to imagine myself away from the situation, I hadn't noticed him pulling it out before it was too late. Before long, he was driving into my mouth at an uneven rate, and hot, sticky strings were being shot down my throat, causing me to choke and gag even more.
He yanked my head back up and pushed me back up onto the seat as he turned into a gas station. I opened my mouth to reply, but he'd already jumped out of the truck and locked the doors.
He knocked on the window, held up ten fingers, then pointed at his watch, supposedly indicating ten minutes before he'd return. He then gestured obscenely to show me his plans for when he got back, turned around, and strutted proudly into the little shop.
I didn't have long, and knew I'd have to hurry. I looked around hastily, but all I found was a pair of his dirty boxers, an oversized hoody of his which stank of sweat, old smoke, and cheap booze and my jeans, which were filthy and fairly bloodied, god knows how they ended up like that.
Checking the glove compartment, I found twenty dollars and a couple bucks worth of change. I pulled on the boxers, then my jeans, stuffing the money into my pocket.
Ripping the case off of his pillow, I punched the window as hard as I could, creating a pretty substantial crack; punching it again, it shattered, and I laid the pillow case down so as not to rip my already tatty jeans any further, not wanting to expose myself in my god knows how long journey back.
Taking one final look at the cab, I noticed my phone laying under his seat, and wondered how I'd managed to miss it.
Grabbing it, I jumped out of window, ignoring the cuts and scrapes on my hand. I took off running, not stopping until I was about 2 miles away from where we'd stopped.
I leant against a tree, puffing, knowing my sudden burst of energy could have only come from adrenaline, as I hadn't eaten in almost twenty four hours, or gotten much sleep, thanks to last nights…um…activities.
I checked my phone, and my drooping eyes sprung open in shock when I noticed twenty seven texts, sixteen missed calls, and six voicemails from Dean.
Listening to the voicemails, they got more and more urgent and desperate, the last saying he was on his way back because he was so worried about me.
I dialled his number, a small, sad smile playing on my lips and tears blurring my vision because I realised that there was a chance that he actually cared for me.
I was sick for finding any joy in our situation, but still… The phone rang once, twice, three times, then was abruptly cut off.
I stared down at the blank screen, willing the battery to miraculously come back to life. I looked up and around, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw a phone box.
With All My Heart 7. Moments of Happiness 8. Loving Embraces 9. Returning to Hell Decisions, Decisions. Bundling my little brother out of the car, I scooped him into my arms, shocked at how light he was.
My hand brushed over his chest, and even though the material was thick, it was loose enough for me to be able to feel his prominent rib cage.
His head tipped back, and the icy water plummeting down to earth splattered on his highly visible cheekbones. The clouds rumbled and lightening lit up the sky, dark even at this relatively early hour of the afternoon.
I adjusted my arm so that his head was pushed forward to lean against my chest, allowing me to support my baby brother properly. I ran to the motel room, and having not bothered to lock it before going to find Sammy, I pushed the handle down and got inside quickly.
I placed his unconscious form delicately on the double bed he'd left untouched while I was away, and crept over to single bed that also didn't appear to have been slept in.
I bent down and was pulling my boots off, shrugging off my jacket, when I looked up briefly; Sammy seemed distressed, yet he was still under.
He was moving around, frowning, even crying in his sleep. I got up, tiptoeing over to him cautiously.
I sat down on the bed just as he turned over, facing away from me. He curled up in a ball, shaking, murmuring somewhat unintelligible words, but I'd practically raised the kid, I was used to trying to make out sobs and hiccups and translating them into words.
I'm fucked in the head Dean, I can't help it, I'm not right. I love you in the wrong way. I still love you like a brother, but for years, I've loved you in a different way, in a stronger way.
I love you in a non-platonic way, Dean, and I'm a freak. I'm so, so sorry. Loving Embraces 9. Returning to Hell Decisions, Decisions.
Squinting against the sun, my heavy eyes opened painfully. I went to sit up, but winced and whimpered when a sharp jolt of agony shot up from my ass.
Looking around at my surroundings, I remembered where I was, and terror was all I felt when I realised that the lorry was moving. Seeing as you had no place to go, I thought I'd take you with me.
He looked me up and down, a creepy smile stretching his lips. I looked down at myself and saw that I was covered in bruises, fingertip shaped ones at my hips.
There was a mixture of dried blood and cum crusted on my inner thighs, and the pain became even more apparent when I took in the damage he'd done.
He reached over and stroked the scars on my stomach, his fingers venturing up to bump along my particularly pronounced ribs.
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing, fear paralysing me momentarily. My eyes squeezed tightly when a felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me forcefully onto his cock.
Having been trying to imagine myself away from the situation, I hadn't noticed him pulling it out before it was too late.
Before long, he was driving into my mouth at an uneven rate, and hot, sticky strings were being shot down my throat, causing me to choke and gag even more.
He yanked my head back up and pushed me back up onto the seat as he turned into a gas station. I opened my mouth to reply, but he'd already jumped out of the truck and locked the doors.
He knocked on the window, held up ten fingers, then pointed at his watch, supposedly indicating ten minutes before he'd return. He then gestured obscenely to show me his plans for when he got back, turned around, and strutted proudly into the little shop.
I didn't have long, and knew I'd have to hurry. I looked around hastily, but all I found was a pair of his dirty boxers, an oversized hoody of his which stank of sweat, old smoke, and cheap booze and my jeans, which were filthy and fairly bloodied, god knows how they ended up like that.
Checking the glove compartment, I found twenty dollars and a couple bucks worth of change. I pulled on the boxers, then my jeans, stuffing the money into my pocket.
Ripping the case off of his pillow, I punched the window as hard as I could, creating a pretty substantial crack; punching it again, it shattered, and I laid the pillow case down so as not to rip my already tatty jeans any further, not wanting to expose myself in my god knows how long journey back.
Taking one final look at the cab, I noticed my phone laying under his seat, and wondered how I'd managed to miss it.
Grabbing it, I jumped out of window, ignoring the cuts and scrapes on my hand. I took off running, not stopping until I was about 2 miles away from where we'd stopped.
I leant against a tree, puffing, knowing my sudden burst of energy could have only come from adrenaline, as I hadn't eaten in almost twenty four hours, or gotten much sleep, thanks to last nights…um…activities.
I checked my phone, and my drooping eyes sprung open in shock when I noticed twenty seven texts, sixteen missed calls, and six voicemails from Dean.
Listening to the voicemails, they got more and more urgent and desperate, the last saying he was on his way back because he was so worried about me.
I dialled his number, a small, sad smile playing on my lips and tears blurring my vision because I realised that there was a chance that he actually cared for me.
I was sick for finding any joy in our situation, but still… The phone rang once, twice, three times, then was abruptly cut off. I stared down at the blank screen, willing the battery to miraculously come back to life.
I looked up and around, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw a phone box. Jogging to it, I slid any number of coins into the slot, not caring how many minutes I had paid for.
I just needed to talk to Dean. It was ringing. And ringing. And ringing, and ringing, and ringing. He didn't pick up.
Why didn't he pick up. Maybe he didn't know it was me.
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