If Red Means No, Invert The Color

Chapter 10

"Hey uh, I forgot to bring a shirt, is it okay if i just sleep without it?" Keiran asks to a now shirtless Everest, who was laying down on the bed, arms tucked behind his head.

"Sure, I never sleep with one."

Kieran gulped. Tonight was going to be a long night.

They were half way through the film, and Kieran had hardly watched a minute of it, he was too busy watching Everest. In the moments Kieran was watching the movie, Everest was watching him. Everest couldn't help but find himself blushing whenever they would meet each other's gaze. It was hard not to stare at Kieran. He couldn't help it. The air temperature in the room began to grow cold, making goosebumps appear on both of the boy's bodies. "Do you mind if we get under the blanket? I'm freezing."

"Me too"

Both boys shuffled under the duvet, but soon found themselves in a rather awkward situation. In the process of shuffling about, Everest's arm had found it's way around Kieran's shoulders. "Oh, I can move if you want" Everest asked, looking down at Kieran, but Kieran did not answer, he simply cuddled into Everest's arms and rested his head on his chest. Everest's heart skipped a beat, but he laid down and watched the movie, his stomach fluttering with butterflies.

The movie soon came to an end, and both boys were sniffling.

"You okay?" Everest asked, wiping his eyes and looking down at Kieran.

"Yeah, that ending always gets me."

Everest chuckled. "Me too, you're cute when you're sappy. You know that?"

"Shut up." Kieran mumbled, sitting up and wiping his eyes. "You're a dick." Kieran sat up, pulling his hair back from in front of his eyes and looking down at Everest. "So, what shall we do now?" Everest sat up too.

"Whatever you want."

"What would make you feel better?" Keiran asks.

"You" Everest says simply, sitting up behind kieran and wrapping his arms around Kieran's small torso, pulling him back onto the bed with him. Kieran let out laugh, falling besides Everest on the bed.

"And how could I do that?" Kieran asked, looking directly at Everest.

"Kiss me."

His words were barely a whisper, but Kieran could hear him. And so he did so, laying down beside him, on his side, face to face, he pressed his lips against Everet's. That same passion and fire from before burned again, only even brighter, their lips moved in perfect sync, they were in tune to one another. It was just them, all alone in the universe, all over again. And Kieran loved it. He could feel the room grow warmer as Everest pulled Kieran's body to his, their bare skin touching, sending shivers down both of the boy's spines. Hands glided over skin, and lips grew hungry, but then, things became more serious, Kieran had positioned himself so he was sitting on Everest's lap, their lips never separating. He liked being in this position, the dominant one. He tried to kiss every bit of sadness away, every hurtful word, every heartbreak, and make him feel loved. 

"I love you" Kieran murmurs when they separate for air. 

Everest smiles brightly, kissing Kieran gingerly. And for a split second, he forgot about everything else in the world, and it was just them two.  "I love you too." Looking into Kieran's eyes, it wasn't just a statement, for the first time in his life, he loved someone, and felt love in return. 

"Boy's I brought you some-" They boys jumped apart as soon as they heard Everest's father come into the room. They turned around and both went wide eyed, but Everest's father looked like a deer in the headlights. His eyes were wide open, his face slowly turning red, a plate of chips now sat on the ground in pieces. Before Keiran knew it, he was being pushed to the ground, hitting the floor with a thump. When he looked up, he immediately started screaming.

"Get off of him!" Kieran screamed as Everest's father began throwing punches at Everest, gripping him tightly by his shoulders and throwing him down to the floor, opposite Kieran. He kicked him hard, in the stomach, causing Everest to double over in pain.

"Stop! Stop it! You're killing him!" Kieran shouted, tears streaming from his eyes, his heart pounding.

"Kieran, go! Get out!" Everest called out, his voice shaking.   

Everest's POV

Every hit came with a harsher word. I'm not sure which hurt worse, the beating, or his words. I could smell alcohol on his breath. 

Faggot. Disgrace. Disappointment. Cock sucker. Disgusting. Repulsive. Unworthy of life. Waist of space. Waist of time. Waist of money. Waist. Cock muncher. Not-my-son. 

I stared at myself in the mirror; blood dripped from my mouth and down my chin, staining my chest. My eye was swollen to twice its normal size, a large black bruise right under it on my cheek bone. My hair was matted, some of it pulled out of its scalp. My chest was covered in footprints and bruises, as was my back and legs. I was broken, inside and out. I stared at the razor blade in my hands; my fingers were sliced to bits from me getting it out of my shaver. I had done my sobbing, my crying. Now I was numb; and I wanted to remain numb. But that underlining of pain still remained. I began taking the blade to my wrist, piercing my skin, letting out a soft cry of pain, and i carved as deep as I could, making a long line down my arm, blood slowly seeping from the self inflicted wound. But it wasn't deep enough. I looked over to my desk drawer, knowing there was whiskey in it from many nights of partying in the past. I grabbed it, groaning out in pain from the pain in my body and the pain in my arm. But I managed to grab it. 

I open the bottle, blood still lightly dripping on the floor, and chug it down, it burning my throat in the process. I sighed, wiping my mouth. The burning was satisfying, a satisfaction I couldn't even explain. But the pain still remained. I saw my bottle of advil on my dresser, and that's when I knew what I needed to do.