The Taste of Sin, chapter 1
The Taste of Sin
Chapter One
JOS.
I sat up a little, my eyes clamped shut. Fucking sunlight. I needed some curtains. I rolled over and grabbed the nearest shirt, throwing it over myself. I pulled on a pair of dirty jeans and some belt I'd stolen from this kid down by the bay. I rummaged through my disaster of a room for some cigarettes, grinning when I found one left in a crumpled package.
I put it inbetween my lips and lit it in one fluid motion, quite used to the motion- by now, at least. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh after I felt the nicotine bathing my lungs. That's how you start a day. Well an ideal start to a day... Would have to be a good fuck, a cigarette, some coffee, and another cigarette. Since I was seriously lacking two of those aspects; this would just have to suffice.
I grabbed my backpack, which really had no books in it, and made my way down the stairs. Everyday I'd try and go to school. If I was lucky, I would last until about lunch- before I was down at the bay. On my bad days I didn't even try. I was really hoping this wouldn't be a bad day. I had those to often. I snuck into the kitchen, and grabbed a Poptart off the table.
As I did, I felt two scrawny arms fly around my leg. I looked down; to see two huge blue eyes staring up at me. "Bubby, can I go to school with you today?" my little sister whined beneath me. I scooped her into my arms and planted a kiss on her forehead; soon to ruffle her mess of blonde hair afterwards. "No, Jessie, you've got to go to your school," I said, setting her down.
She crossed her arms, and stuck her bottom lip out almost instantly. "Kindergarten's stupid," she muttered. I bit into the Poptart, before handing the rest to her. She tried to smile as she engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. I couldn't help but smile. She swallowed it and looked up at me, eyes sad. "Brad's taking me today...and he always yells at me when I ask him to get me breakfast!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I was through their bedroom door before I even took a second to think about it. Mom looked up at me, eyes wide, and he just stared at me. Cocky bastard. "Why the fuck have you been yelling at my six year old sister?" I screamed, backing him up into the corner a bit. He pushed me away and smirked, buttoning his work shirt. "I havn't been yelling at her, you little faggot."
I didn't even have to look in the full length mirror beside me to tell how pale my face got. I turned on the heel of my shoe and stormed out of their room, slamming the door behind me. Jessie grabbed my hand before I could walk out the door and frowned. "Your not a f-...your not the F word." I kissed her head, smiling at the way she refused to use that...word.
I slammed the front door behind me and took off down the road. Yeah. Today was a bad day, no school. I took all the right shortcuts, so I was there before any one else. I picked up the nearest rock and chucked it at the wall. "FUCK!" I screamed, over and over, until it hurt. I slumped against the wall and slid onto the gravel beneath me, burrying my face in my hands.
I couldn't take much more of this. I couldn't take much more of him.
St. Jimmy
I didn't even have to ask, to know what was wrong with him. I made my way over to his shaking body, and sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his scrawny shoulders. He would've pushed anyone else away...but I wasn't anyone else.
I pulled the pack of cigarettes from my back pocket and offered him one. He took one, greedily, and sucked it down like it would be his last one. He didn't ask for another, and I didn't offer one. Those things aren't cheap.
His blue eyes looked up at me, and I could tell he was trying so hard not to cry. "He called me a..." I stopped him before he could finish because I hated that word more than anyone else. "I know." I said simply, running my free hand through black hair. Which he obviously hadn't bothered brushing this morning.
He rested his head against me and sighed heavily. "We should leave. Leave this fucking town. Leave this place." I smiled down at him, and shook my head. "Soon." His face lit up a little, before he rested his head against the wall behind us...instead of me.
"Let's go to school today."
I wanted to laugh in his face. Honestly I did. I didn't though because I'm a gentleman. Also, it might ruin any chance of me getting him in bed. So I stood up, and helped him to his feet.
"School?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He looked down at the bay for a second, like it was going to decide for him, before looking back at me.
"School."
* * * *
I stood by his locker and waited for him to put all his shit away. We had no intention of going to class, hell no. I knew all he wanted was to sit in the upstairs bathroom and get high. Then we'd go down to lunch, eat for free, and leave. It was routine.
He closed his locker and looked over at me, and I couldn't help but smile. He was so cute when he was like this. He was a fucking wreck, and he thought the only way out was through me and the needle in my back pocket. God, he's gorgeous when he's high.
I put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me, pressing my lips against his. I could tell from the nervous look on his face, as I pulled away, that we were getting quite a few stares.
"Let them stare," I whispered to him, grabbing his hand. He smiled, and sped up slightly, so that he was matching my stride.
And as if we were nothing more than shadows, or ghosts, or faded memories...we made our way up to that broken down excuse for a bathroom. He took a razorblade from his pocket and ran the metal across his palm. His eyes had a strange darkness to them as he marveled at the blood seeping through the wound. He stared at it for only a second more, before slapping it against the white paint.
He stepped back to admire his handy work, before turning to me and smiling. He stumbled closer, and brought his lips inches from mine. "Promise me, I won't feel a thing."
"I promise."
Trust? No. Trust is a dirty fucking word. He respects the fact that I'm in control of his pain. As of now, I'm his only escape. This needle, his only escape. It's the only escape for anyone.
There's no other way out.
Chapter One
JOS.
I sat up a little, my eyes clamped shut. Fucking sunlight. I needed some curtains. I rolled over and grabbed the nearest shirt, throwing it over myself. I pulled on a pair of dirty jeans and some belt I'd stolen from this kid down by the bay. I rummaged through my disaster of a room for some cigarettes, grinning when I found one left in a crumpled package.
I put it inbetween my lips and lit it in one fluid motion, quite used to the motion- by now, at least. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh after I felt the nicotine bathing my lungs. That's how you start a day. Well an ideal start to a day... Would have to be a good fuck, a cigarette, some coffee, and another cigarette. Since I was seriously lacking two of those aspects; this would just have to suffice.
I grabbed my backpack, which really had no books in it, and made my way down the stairs. Everyday I'd try and go to school. If I was lucky, I would last until about lunch- before I was down at the bay. On my bad days I didn't even try. I was really hoping this wouldn't be a bad day. I had those to often. I snuck into the kitchen, and grabbed a Poptart off the table.
As I did, I felt two scrawny arms fly around my leg. I looked down; to see two huge blue eyes staring up at me. "Bubby, can I go to school with you today?" my little sister whined beneath me. I scooped her into my arms and planted a kiss on her forehead; soon to ruffle her mess of blonde hair afterwards. "No, Jessie, you've got to go to your school," I said, setting her down.
She crossed her arms, and stuck her bottom lip out almost instantly. "Kindergarten's stupid," she muttered. I bit into the Poptart, before handing the rest to her. She tried to smile as she engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. I couldn't help but smile. She swallowed it and looked up at me, eyes sad. "Brad's taking me today...and he always yells at me when I ask him to get me breakfast!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I was through their bedroom door before I even took a second to think about it. Mom looked up at me, eyes wide, and he just stared at me. Cocky bastard. "Why the fuck have you been yelling at my six year old sister?" I screamed, backing him up into the corner a bit. He pushed me away and smirked, buttoning his work shirt. "I havn't been yelling at her, you little faggot."
I didn't even have to look in the full length mirror beside me to tell how pale my face got. I turned on the heel of my shoe and stormed out of their room, slamming the door behind me. Jessie grabbed my hand before I could walk out the door and frowned. "Your not a f-...your not the F word." I kissed her head, smiling at the way she refused to use that...word.
I slammed the front door behind me and took off down the road. Yeah. Today was a bad day, no school. I took all the right shortcuts, so I was there before any one else. I picked up the nearest rock and chucked it at the wall. "FUCK!" I screamed, over and over, until it hurt. I slumped against the wall and slid onto the gravel beneath me, burrying my face in my hands.
I couldn't take much more of this. I couldn't take much more of him.
St. Jimmy
I didn't even have to ask, to know what was wrong with him. I made my way over to his shaking body, and sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his scrawny shoulders. He would've pushed anyone else away...but I wasn't anyone else.
I pulled the pack of cigarettes from my back pocket and offered him one. He took one, greedily, and sucked it down like it would be his last one. He didn't ask for another, and I didn't offer one. Those things aren't cheap.
His blue eyes looked up at me, and I could tell he was trying so hard not to cry. "He called me a..." I stopped him before he could finish because I hated that word more than anyone else. "I know." I said simply, running my free hand through black hair. Which he obviously hadn't bothered brushing this morning.
He rested his head against me and sighed heavily. "We should leave. Leave this fucking town. Leave this place." I smiled down at him, and shook my head. "Soon." His face lit up a little, before he rested his head against the wall behind us...instead of me.
"Let's go to school today."
I wanted to laugh in his face. Honestly I did. I didn't though because I'm a gentleman. Also, it might ruin any chance of me getting him in bed. So I stood up, and helped him to his feet.
"School?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He looked down at the bay for a second, like it was going to decide for him, before looking back at me.
"School."
* * * *
I stood by his locker and waited for him to put all his shit away. We had no intention of going to class, hell no. I knew all he wanted was to sit in the upstairs bathroom and get high. Then we'd go down to lunch, eat for free, and leave. It was routine.
He closed his locker and looked over at me, and I couldn't help but smile. He was so cute when he was like this. He was a fucking wreck, and he thought the only way out was through me and the needle in my back pocket. God, he's gorgeous when he's high.
I put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me, pressing my lips against his. I could tell from the nervous look on his face, as I pulled away, that we were getting quite a few stares.
"Let them stare," I whispered to him, grabbing his hand. He smiled, and sped up slightly, so that he was matching my stride.
And as if we were nothing more than shadows, or ghosts, or faded memories...we made our way up to that broken down excuse for a bathroom. He took a razorblade from his pocket and ran the metal across his palm. His eyes had a strange darkness to them as he marveled at the blood seeping through the wound. He stared at it for only a second more, before slapping it against the white paint.
He stepped back to admire his handy work, before turning to me and smiling. He stumbled closer, and brought his lips inches from mine. "Promise me, I won't feel a thing."
"I promise."
Trust? No. Trust is a dirty fucking word. He respects the fact that I'm in control of his pain. As of now, I'm his only escape. This needle, his only escape. It's the only escape for anyone.
There's no other way out.
Page 1/3 | Next
