Untouched

Christofer

I suppose weeks have passed since I last talked to Oli.

He just began to ignore me, and I don’t understand why.

Did I tell him when he helped me that morning in the bathroom?

Did I creep him out?

“Christofer Get Over Here”

I jumped up from my spot on the couch and scamper to my dad’s room.

“Yes” I whisper, and peeked my head into the door.

His room was dark, and cold, and very scary.

A woman laid next to him.

“Go Make Some Food”

I nodded and just as I was about to leave,

“Come Here”

I held my breath and slowly turned around, bracing my self.

“Faster”

I whimpered and quickly walked to his bedside.

He sat up and pulled my face down, his fingers digging into my cheeks.

“Tell me something,” He hissed.

I stared at him, my eyes wide.

“Word travels fast, you know”

This scared me.

My father always yells at me, to hear him speaking almost softly only means he’s really pissed off.

“Lexi here, tells me her son saw you walk out the bathrooms with a guy”

I stared at him, his finger nails clawing deeper into my cheeks.

“Is It True?”

I nodded my head, “Yes”

He snarled and threw me down.

“What Are You A Fag?”

I looked up to him, tears stinging my eyes and beginning to blur my vision.

He jumped on top of me, “You Want To Like Guys, Huh?”

He was punching me by now, his words scaring me.

“I’ll Bring You Some Guys For You”

I shook my head, “N-no”

He slapped me across the face “Don’t Stutter”



I walked aimlessly around the neighborhoods.

My father demanded I leave.

He didn’t kick me out, no that would be obscene.

He wanted me back, eventually.

“Christofer?”

I glanced up, Oli.

I opened my mouth to say hello but,

“Your face?”

I subconsciously reached for my face.

“What happened?”

I narrowed my eyes, “N-nothing”

Oli just stared at me, his eyes scanning over my whole body.

“You never joined my family for dinner.”

I glanced up to him through my hair.

“You’re still welcomed”

I stared at him for a long time.

The silence began to take over.

“Y-you ignored m-me”

Oli looked down, ashamed.

“I’m sorry about that, I should of talked to you.”

“I-is it what I s-said?” I mumbled looking down to my shoes as we began to walk toward his home.

“What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, “A-about the s-scars”

Oli said nothing for a while, just staring at the road ahead of us.

“I just, didn’t understand what you meant.” he finally said.

“I n-need to l-look pretty,” I paused and tugged at my sleeves “F-for everyone.”

"I think you look beautiful" Oli said softly.

We didn’t talk much after that, just headed straight for his home.

Once inside the warmth of his home, Oli lead me up to his room.

Again, I was stunned by his grand bedroom and how much I longed to have one like his for myself.

“Is you’re face ok?” He asked as I took a seat on his comfy bed.

“I g-guess”

He sat next to me, a little to close, and leaned into my face.

His fingers began to slightly trace over the markers my father left on my face.

“What happened to you?”

I reached up to his hand, and removed it from my cheek and placed in into his lap.

“I c-clawed at my o-own face.”

I keep my gaze on the cream carpet as Oli stared at me.

Suddenly, his arms found their way around my waist as he pulled me into his lap.

He nuzzled his face into my hair and took a deep breath.

“W-what a-are you d-doing?” I whispered.

“Shhh.”

He lightly pulled my chin toward him, as he slowly leaned in.

Ever so lightly, his lips touched mine, just a soft peck.

“I really like you Christofer.”

I smiled and cautiously wrapped my hands around his neck.

The door opened, and Tom stood there.

He glared at me, Oli still had his eyes shut tight as he cradled my head.

“What Tom?” Oli sounded annoyed that we were disrupted.

“Mom says dinners ready.” with that Tom exited the room.

Oli didn’t move once the door had closed, leaving us alone again.

“D-dinner’s r-ready.” I repeated to him.

“Mmhmm.”

I looked down at Oli, I don’t understand what he’s doing to me.

“We should go.” Oli finally said after 10 minutes of silence.

We both stood up and Oli lead me down to the dinning room



I sat awkwardly next to Oli as everyone was at the table.

Tom glared at me a lot, which I found very uncomfortable.

Oli’s mom served me a hot plate of spaghetti and set it in front of me.

My mouth began to water, the steam rising above it.

I wanted to eat it so bad, but I couldn’t risk gaining weight.

“So, Christofer tell me about yourself.” Oli’s dad asked.

I looked down to my lap, playing with my fingers, “I g-go t-to school.” was all I managed to say.

Everyone chuckled, as though it was funny.

“That’s good boy, anything else?”

What could I tell them?

My dad works as their mail man.

Then comes home to beat me to unconsciousness.

Then I take out all my anger out on my scarred body?

“Dad please don’t do this” Oli sighed, his jaw clenched and his fist balled up.

“I was just asking.” Oli’s dad defended himself.

“He’s a fag.” Tom mumbled under his breath,

It wasn’t heard by Oli’s parents, just Oli and I.

“Shut up Tom” Oli spat, rising from his seat.

“Boys,” Their mom yelled “We have guest.”

Oli shook his head and took my hand and lead me out the dinning room toward the front door.

Oli lead me away from his house, far away.

“W-where ar-are you taking m-me?” I ask nervously.

He smirked, “Don’t you trust me?”

I nodded slowly as his hand found mine and he gripped.

“You’re with me” He said with a smile.



We arrived to a Mexican restaurant near my neighborhood.

He led me inside and we took a seat in one of the back tables.

“So what do you want?” Oli asked handing me a little menu.

I stared at it for a long time, I really didn’t want anything.

I started at the drink section.

“W-whats ho-hor-horchata?” I asked looking up to Oli.

He looked up from his menu, “I don’t know. Lets try some.”

I nodded and we waited for a waitress.



Two glasses of horchata appeared before Oli and I.

I leaned down and sniffed it.

I giggled and place my straw in it and took a small sip.

It had to be the best thing I ever drank.

“Is it good?” Oli asked taking a sip of his own drink.

I nodded and drank more, a smile on my lips.

“You know,” Oli said “You should smile more.”

I blushed and looked down to me lap, still smiling.