What the hell?!? He's kissing me. I couldn't move my lips or kiss him back. I unwrapped my arms from around him and couldn't do anything else. I was paralyzed. He pulled away, his eyes still closed. He opened them slowly and what I saw hurt me. Regret. He regretted it. He probably thought it was disgusting. He also looked shocked. 'James I- I didn't meant to.. I wasn't thinking.' Of coarse he wasn't thinking, or then he wouldn't have done it. I hated awkward moments like these.
I brought my fingers up to my mouth still feeling the little tingly feeling. It felt amazing. I was about to say it was okay, when he ran out of the room. I quickly stood up and heard the front door close. He doesn't have a car, so he can't go far. I ran to the closet and put on a pair of slippers. I also grabbed another pair for when I find him. He was running around barefoot in his pajamas. Nice going Steven. I ran down the stairs and out the front door and closed is slowly.
I didn't want to wake my mother. I started to walk down the only sidewalk there was. I was grateful. If there were more, I probaly would never find him. I started to run. I didn't want him to get hurt. I ran as fast as I could until my legs started to throb. I still kept running in fear of loosing him. I hope he was okay. I coudn't get that kisss out of my head. Why did he kiss me? Was he just curious? Or did he have secret feelings for me? It couldn't be the second one. I saw the regret. He was just curious. And it seemed like he got his answer.
IT was really dark outside and I coud barely see anything. I finally saw something that looked like a dark figure come into view. It had to be Steven. Who else woud come out at this time? 'there you are! You made me run.' The figure turned around and I was hit with fear. That wasn't Steven. This man looked much older. I couldn't see him so well butI could tell he was wearing a hat and a coat. He looked like a detective. 'Who made you run little boy?' The way he said this made the hairs in my neck stand up. He started to walk towards me slowly.
He finally stopped in front of me and smiled down at me. He had short brown hair and a subbly chin. His eyes looked brown as well. 'Looks like we found ourselves another victim Tom! Two boys in one night. Jackpot!' He screamed over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off me. Victim?! He smiled a vicious and scary smile that could make a little kid cry. 'Now now, don't be afraid. WE won't hurt you.. But we'll sell you to people who might..' He chuckled. Oh.. He was a pimp. And he was after me! I turned to run but I was stopped by him grabbing my shirt and dragging me back.
I screamed and thrashed and kicked and punched. But his hold on me didn't falter. 'Shh little boy, don't make things harder then they need to be..' I have never been so scared in my life. I dragged me to an ally where there was another man, who I assumed was Tom. He was smiling and had bruises a dn blood on his face. The other boy they got must have put up a fight. Good for him. And then it hit me.. What if the other boy was Steven.. I lookedaround the ally.
No one else in sight except for a car. He started to drag me towards the car with tom holding my legs. They threw me in the backseat and I expected to hit something like a window or something but I ended up hitting something soft. I sat up straight and looked up and I coudn't believe what I saw.. Steven...
*I haven't gotten a single comment.. No one likes it, huh? I'll just stop then. There's no point in writing if no one enjoys it. I'll probably keep writing though, I love writting. Or maybe start a new one. I'm thinking about ending this story. Let me know what you think about the story.. Ciao, loves.*