Silent. Part 32

The sun set and a starless night replaced it, but we kept walking up Lincoln Boulevard. I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, but at least looking gave me something to do. Pretty soon, though, we'd have to set up camp, or risk drawing attention from the cops.

"How 'bout here?" I pointed to a strip mall with a For Lease For Lease sign. Three large columns held up a covered walkway, and some bushes also blocked the view. "Seems like we could hide around there and be out of sight." sign. Three large columns held up a covered walkway, and some bushes also blocked the view. "Seems like we could hide around there and be out of sight."

He nodded and we jumped over the chain blocking the empty parking lot. I pulled out the blankets we'd bought to set on the ground behind a column. "All right then...let's get...uh, comfortable."

The makes.h.i.+ft beds didn't offer much promise of that, but Seb plopped straight into his, tucking the covers around himself.

I followed more slowly and leaned my head back against a concrete wall. "Tomorrow maybe we'll see about a hostel or something. Although that lady was right-we'll have a problem 'cause we look under eighteen. We should think about getting fake IDs."

Seb yawned.

"If you get cold or anything, you can get...closer."

I tried to scoot nearer to him and winced. "d.a.m.n, I really gotta take a p.i.s.s. Shouldn't have had so many free refills." Standing, I peered around in search of a place to relieve myself. "Guess I'll go down an alley or something."

A sudden noise caught my attention, and I turned to see a group of girls in leotards exiting the building to my left. I'd thought it was just an office s.p.a.ce, but now I could make out a small plastic banner on the side-Diana's Dance Academy.

"Hey." I tapped Seb's shoulder. "You wanna check out this place over here? Maybe they have a bathroom."

Seb got up, taking our blankets with him and shoving them into the backpack.

"Cool. Wasn't really tired, anyways. It's too early for bed."

We waited until the dancers had scattered and then snuck up to the studio. After climbing the stairs, I could see the s.p.a.ce actually was was an office building, converted into rooms for different dance cla.s.ses. The first door was closed and locked, but the second had mirrors and a ballet bar. The third I stopped and stared at for a while, because while it had the mirrors and the ballet bar, it also had a deep couch with silk pillows along the back wall, and stripper poles dotting the floor. A lady in a crop top and leggings was gathering up CDs and resetting audio equipment in the corner. an office building, converted into rooms for different dance cla.s.ses. The first door was closed and locked, but the second had mirrors and a ballet bar. The third I stopped and stared at for a while, because while it had the mirrors and the ballet bar, it also had a deep couch with silk pillows along the back wall, and stripper poles dotting the floor. A lady in a crop top and leggings was gathering up CDs and resetting audio equipment in the corner.

"Huh," I whispered to Seb, "I never thought of strippers having to learn how to dance, but I guess it makes sense."

Someone left the ballet studio and closed the door firmly before exiting the building. I had a feeling that room was now locked.

Seb pointed to a restroom at the end of the hallway and we hurried in so I could finally empty my bladder. He sat up on the sink counter to wait, and for some reason I turned away from him shyly, trying to keep my body from his view.

"So, I got an idea." I started babbling to cover my nerves. "I mean, it's sorta a long shot...and maybe a little old school...but what if we like sneak back to that room and shove something in the door? Y'know, to stop it from locking. Then we can hide out in here and wait till everyone leaves...and we won't have to sleep outdoors."

I shook myself dry and zipped up. "You in?"

He reached over to grab a paper towel, then crumpled it into a ball.

"Perfect."

The woman wasn't in the room anymore when I returned, but the door was still open. As quickly as I could, I walked by and shoved the wad of paper towel into the lock. Then I scrambled back to the restroom.

"C'mon. Into the stall." I pulled Seb in and helped him step onto the toilet seat with me. "I'm not sure how long we should wait...maybe half an hour? Looked like all the cla.s.ses were ending. I doubt they'd be starting any new ones this late."

We sat on the tank, though it was a tight squeeze. I had to put my arm around him to keep my balance.

"Sorry, I know it'll be boring waiting...and this isn't exactly comfortable. But we probably shouldn't talk too much, just in case anyone walks in and hears us."

One of Seb's brows popped up, and I burst into a fit of giggles that I m.u.f.fled in his shoulder. "All right, all right." I fought off the laughter. "I'll shut up then."

The lights must've been on a motion sensor, because they went off after a few minutes. I really wished I could've pa.s.sed the time by talking, because in the dark there was nothing to do but listen to the sounds of Seb's breathing and feel the motion of his chest rising and falling alongside mine.

Even in complete darkness he could turn me on.

I actually shook my head to wipe the thought from my mind. I'd promised Suzie, and I wasn't sc.u.m. I might've made a lot of s.h.i.+t decisions in my life, but nothing like that.

The tiny strip of light from under the bathroom door eventually winked off, and I couldn't hear any more sounds in the hallway. After waiting another five minutes, I signaled for Seb to follow, and we tiptoed out.

The building appeared empty. We returned to the stripper studio, where I paused to whisper a brief prayer before turning the door handle.

It opened.

"f.u.c.k yeah! We did it!"

Hazy purple light shone in through a wall of windows and lit up Seb's smile.

"Get ready to sleep in style. Nice bed, silk pillows...we f.u.c.king hit the jackpot."

I climbed onto the couch and tucked a pillow behind my head. "Perfect."

The only negative I could think of was that it was a little cool in the room...which meant it was a lot cooler outside, where we'd been planning on sleeping. That wasn't a good thought, but at least we didn't have to worry about it for tonight.

Seb crawled up next to me, bringing the blankets and draping them over both our bodies.

"Oh...yeah. It's a little chilly. I guess that's a good idea."

But it wasn't, really. He curled in close, his thighs brus.h.i.+ng against mine. And he was still smiling. Shadows and light crisscrossed his face, accenting the sharp angle of his cheekbones and the slant of his almond eyes.

I tried to scoot away, but I was already against the back of the couch. Seb pressed in closer anyhow, throwing an arm around me.

It seemed like the most comfortable way to sleep, so I did the same to him, resting my hand on his hipbone. But I knew it was a mistake as soon as my fingers landed on smooth skin-his s.h.i.+rt had ridden up and his pants were sagging.

Seb stuck out his tongue and wet his bottom lip. It did look a little dry, with a slight crack running through the pale pink flesh.

f.u.c.k. It was also a bad idea to focus on his mouth.

"Hey, you know what?" I moved my hand up to his shoulder and gave him what I hoped was a friendly pat on the back. "I think...I think that besides the morning part, this has been the best day of my life. I probably should've come here right away, instead of dragging you through my past like that."

He took a deep breath and let it out. The warm air hit my lips.

"Well...um, goodnight, I guess. I wish we had an alarm or something to wake us up, but hopefully the light'll get us."

Lowering his lids only halfway, Seb pushed closer to me still. The hipbone I'd managed to drag my hand away from was now pressing into my upper thigh.

Blood rushed to my face and to somewhere further south. Can't can't can't can't Can't can't can't can't rang out in my head like an alarm, but my body wasn't listening. rang out in my head like an alarm, but my body wasn't listening.

What was it I did to get myself out of these situations? A...B...C...D...E... A...B...C...D...E...f.u.c.k, that was never going to work.

I wanted him. No two ways about it. Wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anyone in my life. I liked to pretend I was taking care of Seb for all the right reasons, but at the most basic level I was just a h.o.r.n.y teenager, coming up with an excuse to be close to the person whose body I craved.

Maybe I was was sc.u.m. sc.u.m.

But why was he pressing in so close to me? Why was he still looking into my eyes so deeply from beneath his lashes? Why did he hold my hand and wrap his arms around me and act like he was happier with me than he'd ever been before?

I would never really know. All his secrets were locked inside with no way out...I'd never be able to tell how he felt.

How he felt.

A seed of an idea planted itself in my head. An idea that needed to be squashed, but the more Seb's lashes fluttered in front of me, the more it grew.

If I could just feel feel him...see if his body burned the same way mine did...if he had the same urgent need in his groin... him...see if his body burned the same way mine did...if he had the same urgent need in his groin...

Suzie would kill me. I I should kill me. But what if this put the question to rest, once and for all? should kill me. But what if this put the question to rest, once and for all?

I closed my eyes. Not to stop myself, but to make the moment less real. My hand traveled his body slowly, from his shoulder back down to his hipbone.

Don't. You can't. You promised. He's just a kid. A special kid.

But he's smarter than he pretends to be. He understands the things I say to him. There's more to him than he lets on.

The debate with myself continued to rage as my fingers reached the waistband of his pants. I didn't even have to unb.u.t.ton or unzip...there was enough s.p.a.ce for my hand to slip right in there.

Mere inches separated me from an answer.

If I thought I'd go to h.e.l.l for jacking off to the sight of his body, this would surely earn me a spot in its most fiery depths.

I slid my fingers further south, brus.h.i.+ng against his lower abs and the fine hair of his happy trail, then under the band of his boxers and down, down, down, until I reached...something completely unfamiliar.

Seb was uncirc.u.mcised.

The surprise caused me to pull my hand away quickly, and my eyes flew open. This close to him, there was no way I could avoid seeing the look of pure confusion on his face.

Of course he was confused. The person he'd trusted to care for him had just f.u.c.king molested molested him. him.

I'd never lost an erection so fast, and the heat of arousal I'd felt earlier rushed to my eyes. I couldn't keep looking at Seb's face, so in a way I was almost thankful for the blur of tears.

"Sh-s.h.i.+t. s.h.i.+t. f.u.c.k."

I'd broken my promise to Suzie. Broken my promise to myself.

"Seb...I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

The tears spilled out, hot and fast. Seb s.h.i.+fted to grab both my shoulders, and now he looked even more confused, his brow knit together and his mouth pressed into a thin, hard line.

It all hit me then. With my defenses down, every little thing I'd managed to tuck away or deny in the past several months came cras.h.i.+ng to the front of my mind like the ocean waves, one after another and with no end in sight.

I'd been abandoned. I'd caused a fire. I'd run away. I'd taken Seb from a safe place. I'd turned my sister in to Social Services. I was out on the streets with someone who was depending on me and I really had no f.u.c.king clue what the h.e.l.l I was doing. I'd touched touched him. him.

And I was so f.u.c.king sorry.

"I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry."

Sorry. Sorry to Seb, Sorry to Suzie. Sorry to Mimi and to Star. Sorry to Greg and Eleanor and Ms. Loretta and Ms. Cecily and Brandon and Laloni and my mom and any other person I'd ever let down in my f.u.c.king excuse for a life.

Seb pulled me into his arms, and I was too far gone to resist. I crumpled against his chest, sobbing out some garbled form of "I'm sorry" over and over again. I cried harder than I'd cried in years. Maybe in five years. All sight disappeared behind the wall of water, all thoughts evaporated into a single word. Sorry. Sorry.

His arms tightened around me and he rubbed my back in long, even strokes. At first that only made me cry more, but after a while my eyes were too swollen to release any more tears. I lay in a weak, quivering mess, letting Seb rock me as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that. It could've been minutes or hours, but eventually the silence calmed me and the storm in my mind settled to only a few persistent gusts of guilt. I gathered my strength and sat up.

Seb touched my cheek, wiping away some leftover moisture.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again, my voice hoa.r.s.e. "I...I can't say that enough. But I swear to you, Seb, I swear swear...I won't ever do anything like that again. From now on, I'm just gonna take care of you, okay? I'm just gonna be your friend and take care of you."

He shook his head.

"What?" I pulled away abruptly, rubbing my eyes to clear my vision.

He shook his head again.

"It's...it's not okay?"

His lips moved, at first opening and then forming a small o. o.

I sniffled. A second wave of confused tears was coming. "I don't understand."

He gripped my shoulders and pulled me close. His mouth moved again, but this time a puff of air emerged that sounded like "nhhh."

"I don't...I don't understand."

His fingers dug into my shoulder blades. And there was a new expression on his face-one I'd never seen before. His brows were lifted and his eyes were raised toward the ceiling.

What was was that? Frustration? Exasperation? that? Frustration? Exasperation?

"Seb, I don't under-"

Lips collided, teeth crashed, and he kissed me.

Chapter 21: Whole.

It was a forceful, bruising kiss. A kiss that knocked the air from my lungs and scrambled my brains to within an inch of an omelet. A kiss to make a point. But as overwhelmed as I was, I still pulled back.