Healing Gabriel (BoyxBoy)

Healing Gabriel

Copyright © 2012 Cianna Valdez

All rights reserved.

COPYRIGHT:

This story, "Healing Gabriel" including all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content (i.e fanfics, teasers and content within blogs, social networks and eReaders) is copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. All rights are reserved by the owner and creator of this work (Cianna Valdez) and any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law.

Any links, images, brand names or otherwise copyrighted material is not my own, and is not covered by my copyright.

If you have a query, please contact me via this site.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Note

Gwaaah! My second boyxboy! O.O!!! Think I can do it? I think I can! :V

Healing Gabriel...is a humanxhuman, boyxboy love story. It's a teensy, tiny more bit serious than my other stories, though, since it has to do with fixing a molested victim's heart and soul. I got this idea for this 'book' when my mom told me to go throw some empty pop boxes away...o.o. My mind is wild!

So...yeah! Read on about Evan Ricci's and Gabriel Adams's journey, and how their love for each other seems to be slowly unraveling more and more each and every day. But, of course, they have one giant obstacle in their way;

How are they going to show each other their affections when Gabe is petrified of the human touch?

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Copyright © 2012 Cianna Valdez

Healing Gabriel: Prologue                                                                       

                                                                        ※(*)※Gabriel's POV※(*)※         

         "Gabriel, throw these pop boxes out in the blue outside garbage cans."

         Fear. That's exactly what zapped throughout me as soon as I heard those words. I looked up from my math book on the kitchen table. My mother looked back at me, holding out six empty pop boxes for me to throw away. I shook my head, no, quickly. It started to get hot and clammy in here. I felt myself start to sweat.

          "Gabriel, listen to me. You need to get over that incident that happened three years ago. They caught the man who hurt you. He's still in jail. You're going to be fine, hunny," my mom said. I saw a pained look in her eye. I knew that she badly wanted to stroke my hair back, to soothe me, but she knew better. She knew that I'd start freaking out and screaming. But I wasn't overreacting. The memories...the feelings...of being touched so violently every single place up and down my body came would come flooding back. The nightmares that I couldn't escape.

          "Mom, please," I whispered. I did an involuntary shudder.

          "Gabriel. You're sixteen, almost seventeen, years old. You need to face your fears! I'm tired of seeing you like this! You need to get on with life. I know, your past is going to scar you forever. But you need to deal with it. You need to-"

          "Do you think it's easy for me to live like this?!" I shrieked out, snapping, cutting her off. "Do you think I can just 'forget' what happened to me? Oh, yeah! I was molested! Big freaking whoop! Hold on, let me go call a few friends to celebrate with-- oh, wait a moment. That's right. I have no friends because nobody wants to hang out with an 'emo' acting, almost-raped, freak!"