Date: Wed, 04 Aug 2004 22:42:31 -0400
From: rhaven <rhavenlo@rhavenlore.com>
Subject: The Next Tomorrow Chapter Eight

This is a story from imagination, nothing more; it could not exist in
our reality. Be warned it is a tale of man/boy relationships with some
bad language.
I'd like to thank my dear friend Astral Toad for helping me with this
story.
If you like this story, please visit my site for more at
www.rhavenlore.com

The Next Tomorrow

By Rhaven

Chapter Eight
"Let go of me!" Mark yelled and yanked my hands free of his
shirt. "All I did was talk to Mr. Ponca, Jonah! All we did was talk!"
I stumbled back from Mark and looked at my hands, what was the matter
with me? It felt like I was turning into Greg. All I felt was anger
and hate, at the moment I hated Mark, I hated Ronnie, and I hated
everyone. My body trembled from the fury that burned inside me and I
had to clinch my fist to stop myself from screaming. I inhaled deeply
and looked back to Mark's shocked look. He was scared of me, scared
and hurt from my uncontrollable outburst. I wasn't Greg, I would never
be Greg.
"I'm^Å I'm sorry Mark." I started crying harder and fell to the
floor. "I just can't do this anymore. I'm so lost."
Mark joined me on the floor and cradled my head in his lap. "Don't
worry Jonah. You're not alone. Mr. Ponca wants you to pack some things
and head to his house. He's been talking with you mom and has
something planned."
"Really?" I tried to say as I held back my tears. Deep in my soul, I
had hoped that Sean would come to my rescue, but I was afraid to voice
that hope. What if Sean didn't care? If I had gotten my hopes up and
he hadn't help me, then there was nothing else to live for. Not even
moving to Africa could have saved me.
"Yeah, I'm here to help you pack." Mark leaned down and kissed
me. "Let's get your suitcase."
I managed to nod and forced myself to stand on shaky legs. We
retrieved my suitcase from the closet and started stuffing it with
shirts, pants and underwear. I looked around my small bedroom,
wondering if this would be the last time I was here. Maybe Sean would
runaway with me to Africa, then he could really be my Tarzan and we
would live together forever.
"Do you know what else Sean has planned?" I asked as Mark as he closed
my suitcase.
"Not sure, but I bet it's really cool." Mark smiled. "Come on, let's
head to Mr. Ponca's house."
Going outside, out of the house, I had a hard time breathing. I kept
expecting Greg to leap out from behind a bush and catch me. I knew by
stepping out of my house would bring the wrath of Greg on me. Seeing
Sean for Greg would mean that I was snitching on him and he would have
no other choice but to kill me. For a moment, I wondered if I
shouldn't go to Sean, I was endangering his life if I did. But how
could I not? My heart ached to see him, to be in his arms. Mark and I
walked through the woods until we found the path the lead to 14th
Street. Seeing Sean's house and knowing he was inside was almost more
than I could take. My love was inside that old house, waiting for me,
waiting to hold me. I ran ahead of Mark and didn't even bother
knocking on the door, I raced into the house and started screaming for
Sean.
"Jonah?" Sean ran down the stairs and grabbed me up into a tight
hug. "Jonah, my sweet Jonah."
I had cried so much lately that I didn't think I could cry anymore,
but with Sean holding me, I bawled, gasping for breath. I kissed him
and looked into his mirrored eyes, all my fears and sadness flooded
out of me. To be in his arms and finally feel safe, drained away all
my tension. I cried so hard that each breath was painful, my body
shook and my lungs screamed with each heavy sob. Sean carried me up
the stairs and laid me gently on his bed.
"Mark, could you get me a wet washcloth from the bathroom?" Sean asked
as Mark entered the room.
"Okay." Mark forced a smile and headed to the bathroom. The room
swirled around me and I had difficulty lifting my arms, I wasn't sure
if this was a dream or if life with Greg was the fantasy. Reality had
blurred for me, being with Sean was too wonderful, did I deserve this
pleasure? I gasped for breath, between my sobs, swimming in my joy and
sorrow, the world around me turned to black.
The next thing I knew Sean had a damp washcloth on my forehead.
"Take a deep breath Jonah." Sean said lovingly.
"Is he all right?" Mark said in a panic.
"He's fine, Mark. He's exhausted and needs to sleep." Sean's voice was
so soothing, though I could see anger in his face.
"Jonah I need you to tell me everything that has happened in your
house? I know this will be difficult, but please try to tell me
everything." Sean looked so sad that I didn't care how embarrassing it
would be for me to tell my story. I started talking, letting the tale
escape from my lips, it didn't register how bad Greg was, until I had
finished and saw the look in Sean and Mark's face. Their horror-
stricken faces scared me and I started to cry again.
"Little man..." He said stroking my hair. "Greg isn't going to do a damn
thing to you or anyone. You just forget about that asshole. Now you
rest back in the bed, I've got something to do; I want you to get some
sleep."
"Don't leave me." My vision blurred from tears.
"Mark will be here." Sean motioned for Mark to approach the bed.
"Don't leave me." I repeated.
"I'll stay until you fall asleep, okay?" Sean lay down next to me on
the bed. "Mark, you can join us." He said smiling to my friend. Mark
smiled back and joined us on the bed. I rested my head on Sean's chest
and inhaled deeply. Mark rubbed my back, humming the theme to Daniel
Boone.
"I'm glad you're here Mark." I said softly.
"Where else would I be?" He giggled. I sighed from the complete
comfort I was feeling and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on the bed alone; I wasn't sure how
long I had been asleep. My whole body ached as I scooted off the bed,
I couldn't imagine why I was still so tired and why my body felt like
I had been running for days. I was about to call out Sean's name when
I heard voices coming from downstairs. I crept carefully half way down
the stairs and listened. One voice was Sean, but the other shocked me.
It was my mother and she was crying.
"I know he's no good, but I love him." My mother said desperately.
"But you have to think about Jonah and his safety." Sean said
sternly. "I won't let Jonah go back into that house until I know it's
safe for him."
"You have no right to keep my son!" My mother screamed. "I could... I
could call the police on you!"
"Go ahead. I just happen to have a copy of Greg's criminal record and
it's very informative. I think you need to read this before you call
the police on me."
I could hear the rustling of paper as it exchanged hands. There was a
long moment of silence. I was tempted in sneaking further down the
stairs so I could see into the living room, the quiet was unbearable.
"How could I have been so blind? I was just so lonely; I didn't want
to believe Greg was all bad. I really thought I could make him into
the man I wanted. I'm so stupid." Mom finally said.
"Sheriff Brooks is waiting to hear from the Dallas police..." Sean
said and I could tell he was standing up and started walking. I
tiptoed quickly back up the stairs and hid inside Sean's bedroom as
they walked to the front door. Whatever they were talking about was
lost to me as they left the house. I jumped back into the bed as Sean
reentered the house.
"Awake are we?" He said smiling as he walked into the room. "Do you
feel any better?"
"I guess so... what was Mom doing here?" I asked bluntly, though Sean
didn't seem surprised by my question.
"Your mother and I are working on getting rid of Greg. I think you
should know your mother loves you very much." He took a seat on the
edge of the bed.
"She doesn't love me, she only cares about herself." I said angrily.
"You're mad, that's understandable. However, remember we're all human
and make mistakes. Don't hold this mistake over your mother forever."
He looked down at me and grinned, I couldn't resist his beauty and
found myself smiling back.
"I love you Sean." I said quietly.
"And I love you, little man."
I pulled off my shirt and giggled, the first time I had laughed in
days.
"Is someone feeling frisky?" he asked me with an arch of his eyebrow.
"I'm sorry I've missed our time at the lake." Was all I said as I
wiggled out of my shorts and underwear. "Come on, get naked." I
insisted.
"All right, all right." He laughed. Once naked he climbed into bed
next to me. "You never cease to impress me, little man."
I rolled over on top of Sean and kissed his chin. "If I went to
Africa, would you come with me?"
"Africa? Sounds dangerous to me. Why would you want to go to Africa?"
He asked as his hands massaged my buttocks. "No don't answer that." He
said kissing my forehead. "I don't think you need to worry about
Africa now."
I turned myself around, so that I was sitting on top of him and
sighed. "I hope you're right." Greg was still out there, his threats
still echoing in my mind.
"Don't worry Jonah; I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again." Sean
rubbed my stomach so tenderly that I had a hard time keeping my eyes
open. His fingers wrapped gently around my erection and I instantly
shivered at his wonderful touch.
"You know you're spending the night here, right?" Sean whispered.
"That's great." I whispered back, too involved in Sean's hand stroking
my penis to talk. I moaned from the pleasurable feeling as the
pressure built. Suddenly Sean removed his hand.
"What... what are you doing?" I whined.
"Don't fret." Sean laughed and slid me off him. He climbed on top of
me, his head inches from my erection. "Are you ready?" He asked
grinning. I eagerly nodded and shivered excitedly as he slipped my
penis into his mouth. The sensation was wonderful, his lips pressed
hard against my shaft, I could feel his tongue exploring the head of
my penis and I quivered again. Within minutes, the pressure in my
groin was too great and I exploded into Sean's mouth, my entire body
spasm as I came. Sean licked my penis like a lollipop, cleaning the
dribble of cum with his tongue.
"That was great." I sighed heavily as my body finally relaxed.
"Yes that was." Sean laughed and climbed out of bed. "I bet you're
hungry, why don't I fix us something to eat."
"I'm starved." I admitted.

Spending the evening with Sean was great, for supper we had steak,
potatoes and green beans. The best meal I've ever eaten, why didn't
mom's food taste this good? Sean took me out to the back porch to sit
in the porch swing.
"This is so different from living in L.A.; no one seems to have time
to just enjoy the moment. Don't you ever forget to stop and smell the
roses, little man. Life is so precious, I wish... I wish my father could
understand that. All he thinks about is money." Sean said looking out
to the horizon as the day slowly transformed to night. "Sitting here
with you is worth all the money in the world."
"How's your book coming?" I asked as I snuggled closer to him.
"Very well, I hope. Writing is sometimes stressful, especially when
the characters take over the story."
"I don't understand?" I yawned.
"I set out to write one story and suddenly I find that characters
doing something else. It's hard to explain it's like the characters of
the story, come alive and tell me how they want their tale to be told."
I snickered and shook my head. "You are so strange."
We didn't say anything else for a while, the darkening sky drew our
attention and we watched the changing colors paint the heavens. Stars
began to appear, first one and then others awoke to the new night. I
yawned again, feeling my body weakening from tiredness.
"Perhaps it's time for you to go to bed." Sean suggested. "I've got to
make a phone call, to see what the sheriff is doing." He looked at the
disappointment in my face and smiled. "Don't worry I'll be up soon."
Sean walked into the kitchen as I dragged my way to the stairs.
Suddenly the doors burst open and I yelped from shock.
"Jonah!" Mark yelled, his face red from anxiety and fear. "You've got
to come; Greg's going to hurt your mom!"
I gasped, how could I have been so selfish and not considered my Mom's
safety. I had left her alone with that maniac. The sudden emotion of
losing my mother, overwhelmed me. My body trembled and beads of sweat
bubbled across my forehead. All that hate, I had built up for her had
instantly vanished.
"Mommie." Escaped through my lips."Let's go!" I said as I ran out the
door.