Sequel: Eat My Heart Out ›
Skin and Bones
HallWay
I get out of the bathroom after a long, relaxing shower. I really didn’t want to take so long, but since Gerard insisted and I kinda wanted to, I did. I’m not sure how long it’s been. It could be anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour. I honestly don’t know.
“Mom, we’re not gonna do anything,” I hear Gerard say firmly. He sounds a little mad.
“Really? You really believe that?” I silently walk towards the doorway to the kitchen. When I see a clothed shoulder, I take a step back and lean against the wall in the hallway.
“Gerard, you’re a teenager. You both are. I won’t let my son and his boyfriend sleep in the same room, and that’s that.” Mrs. Way isn’t yelling. She doesn’t even sound mad. She’s so calm and collected and completely in control that I actually envy Gerard and Mikey for having her.
“Mom, please just listen to me!” He still sounds mad – or at least frustrated, which in my book isn’t too far from mad.
“We’re not gonna do anything. He just got out of an abusive home.” Gerard’s voice lowered somewhere in that last sentence.
“I just wanna hold him. Yes; he’ll be sleeping in my bed, but that’s all he’ll be doing. Sleeping. I just want him to feel safe.” I can’t suppress the smile that slowly creeps onto my face and makes my cheeks prickle and heat up.
“But how do you know that you’ll be able to control yourselves?” Even though Mrs. Way’s voice does sound a bit uncomfortable and forced, I’m surprised that she’s so open with her kids. It’s like nothing is a taboo. I like that.
“Because I know he’s not ready yet.” Gerard’s voice is insistent and decisive.
“He’s just been hit,” Gerard pauses for a bit, “and beaten,” he pauses again, “and kicked by the one person he thought he could trust. I don’t know how he feels, but I can imagine that it’s gonna take some time before he can trust someone else.”
There’s a long pause. No one says anything. I can’t hear any movements – from anywhere. All I can hear is my own heavy breathing.
“Okay.” I barely hear it because of her low voice and my heavy breaths, but Mrs. Way agrees.
I hear shuffling.
“Thanks mom.” They’re probably hugging.
It’s been… It’s a long time since I’ve been hugged.
“That poor boy.” They shuffle around – their feet dragging over the tiled floor.
“Don’t tell him that.” Clank.
“I don’t think pity is the way to go.” There’s a pause where nothing is said between them, and all I hear is the sloshing of water and clinking of porcelain against porcelain.
“You really shouldn’t drink so much coffee. It’s bad for your metabolism.” I smile at her motherly comment.
“Mom, we’re not gonna do anything,” I hear Gerard say firmly. He sounds a little mad.
“Really? You really believe that?” I silently walk towards the doorway to the kitchen. When I see a clothed shoulder, I take a step back and lean against the wall in the hallway.
“Gerard, you’re a teenager. You both are. I won’t let my son and his boyfriend sleep in the same room, and that’s that.” Mrs. Way isn’t yelling. She doesn’t even sound mad. She’s so calm and collected and completely in control that I actually envy Gerard and Mikey for having her.
“Mom, please just listen to me!” He still sounds mad – or at least frustrated, which in my book isn’t too far from mad.
“We’re not gonna do anything. He just got out of an abusive home.” Gerard’s voice lowered somewhere in that last sentence.
“I just wanna hold him. Yes; he’ll be sleeping in my bed, but that’s all he’ll be doing. Sleeping. I just want him to feel safe.” I can’t suppress the smile that slowly creeps onto my face and makes my cheeks prickle and heat up.
“But how do you know that you’ll be able to control yourselves?” Even though Mrs. Way’s voice does sound a bit uncomfortable and forced, I’m surprised that she’s so open with her kids. It’s like nothing is a taboo. I like that.
“Because I know he’s not ready yet.” Gerard’s voice is insistent and decisive.
“He’s just been hit,” Gerard pauses for a bit, “and beaten,” he pauses again, “and kicked by the one person he thought he could trust. I don’t know how he feels, but I can imagine that it’s gonna take some time before he can trust someone else.”
There’s a long pause. No one says anything. I can’t hear any movements – from anywhere. All I can hear is my own heavy breathing.
“Okay.” I barely hear it because of her low voice and my heavy breaths, but Mrs. Way agrees.
I hear shuffling.
“Thanks mom.” They’re probably hugging.
It’s been… It’s a long time since I’ve been hugged.
“That poor boy.” They shuffle around – their feet dragging over the tiled floor.
“Don’t tell him that.” Clank.
“I don’t think pity is the way to go.” There’s a pause where nothing is said between them, and all I hear is the sloshing of water and clinking of porcelain against porcelain.
“You really shouldn’t drink so much coffee. It’s bad for your metabolism.” I smile at her motherly comment.
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Due to last update's late arrival, Devihla Story-lines will be pleased to announce that this story seems to be running rather smoothly at the moment. We expect to have a pleasent read in the future.If you still feel that there are things that have been left undiscussed, please don't hold back on writing a complaint to this "adress".
In other news, I would like to announce that two other oneshots have been written and are ready for your unique (and greatly appreciated) critique. The oneshots mentioned are Tongue Tied and A Whiter Shade of Pale.
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