Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2011 15:15:53 -0400
From: Danielle Wilson <one-last-chance@live.com>
Subject: Glimpse of Night---3

Disclaimer:

*The following depicts m/m love. If that bothers you, you do not need to
read. Also, if you are under the age of 18 or the legal age for your
country/state please do not read. Otherwise please enjoy!

Author Notes:

*The story is fictional though the places are real the characters are not.
And if any application you may find to real people is just coincidental. I
would like comments good or bad because they help me improve. Thanks to
everyone who help me and cheer from the background to embrace writing.


Chapter 3
       Blood, Rain & Love

       I woke up all alone in the room. It was only six twenty in the
morning and if I hurry I could still make it to school. I didn't want to go
to school but I should go. I got up and found some clothes. Azriel must
have gotten then last night while I was sleeping. I went through the
clothes to find a couple pairs of pants and shirts. I quickly got dress and
headed to the door.
       As I opened up the door I couldn't help but look back. All the
memories flooded back. I moaned and shivered at the thought of them and
knew I had to leave now or I would never leave. I stepped out and closed
the door. After school I'll go home and grabbed a few things and head back
here.
       The walk to the school was longer then walking from my home, but it
was worth it if I felt safe. I was in a motel or hotel off of M-15. Looking
down the road I knew I had to go east to get to school so I went, looking
back every once in awhile to memorize the location, so I could get back to
where I came from. I made it to school with five minutes to spare before
first hour starts.
       I went to my class and Mr. Flauk was sitting at his desk reading a
book. He looked up from the book and saw me. I was the only one in the
class at the moment so he sat the book down and leaned back in his chair
with an amused look on his face. I sat my stuff down beside a desk in the
back of the room and sat down.
       "Well Kyle, It is nice for you to be joining my class this
morning. We have missed you for the two weeks you didn't show." My teacher
spoke sarcastically. I could tell he wasn't upset.
       Mr. Flauk was twenty-six and was a medium sized man at the height of
five ten and a weight of probably one fifty. He had the starts of a beard
growing; dark hair prickles over his chin and jaw line. His hair was a
light brown and was cropped. And finally we come to his eyes. His eyes were
beautiful. They were a deep blue-green. The only problem was that he dated
my mother and raped me, so I hate him and his beautiful eyes and I skipped
his class for two weeks in my protest of hate.
       "Nice to see you to, James, I just couldn't see any reason to come
to a class that teaches me nothing, so I didn't." I said as rudely as I
could. He just smiled.
       "Biology isn't that bad. It is almost like a sex-ed. class, but I
guess you don't need a sex-ed. class at all, do you?" He chuckled. I just
stood and grabbed my stuff and headed for the door and out of the class. I
didn't need to take that. Azriel was right; I should have stayed at the
hotel. I decided to go home and get my stuff and go back to the hotel.
       I headed down Wilson road and came to my horrid and painful
house. Eric's car was still there, but so were a police car and two
officers standing outside the door pounding. I walked up praying that they
were here to arrest Eric and throw him into a deep dark cell where no
sunlight will ever reach him. Walking up the steps the cops turned around.
       They were both in their mid thirties and not to bad looking. One of
them was five foot 11 and was about hundred and eighthly pounds of pure
muscle. He had thick dark hair and sky blue eyes and stern look on his
face. The other officer was taller and slightly lankly, but still tone. He
probably weighed one-seventy five with chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Not
bad looking cops.
       "Hello." I spoke and walked pass them to the door.
       "Are you Kyle Garlin?" The tallest cop asked.
       "Yes. How can I help you?"
       "We got a call from your neighbor saying there was screaming and
loud sounds coming from this house. We just arrive and been knocking but no
answer. Is it okay if we come in to check it out?" The tallest cop asked
nicely. I nodded. I unlocked the door with the spare key that was above the
light
       "I'm Officer Blake and he is Officer Stuart." The shorter man spoke.
       "Hello both of you." I open the door and they both followed me
in. And I gasped at the sight.
       The living room was destroyed. Glass was broken on the floor and the
couch was ripped apart. The kitchen looked even worst. There was blood on
the walls and the silverware draw was dumped out. Pots and pans were
scatter all over. I panicked. I saw that the blood lead down stairs. In the
background I heard the cops calling this in and one even said to stay put
but I ran down stairs hearing them cursing as they shuffled behind me.
       I froze at the bottom of the steps as the sight before me petrified
me. My step mother and Eric where tied up bloody on the floor. They looked
like they been whipped and cut up. There was skin peeled back off the arms
and legs and bones were stabbing through their skin. I turned and hurled
right on the carpet.
       "Are you okay?" Officer Stuart walked up to me as I held my
stomach. I shook my held and my breathing heavy and uneven. He grabbed my
shoulder and lead me towards the stairs, but not before I heard Officer
Blake speak to no one in particular.
       "Damn. They must have suffered immensely for hours before death." I
walked up the stairs with the other officer and when we made it to the
living room I collapse onto the floor.
       "Hey there is glass on the floor." He snatched my arm to pull me
back up, but I was immobile. Who could have done this? Why? Both of them
were horrible people. Janet, my stepmother was a horrible mother and Eric
was a jackass, but this no human should have to suffer the way they
did. This is what I was thinking when finally I snapped out of it when the
other officer came up.
       "John? Can you come here for a moment?" Officer Blake spoke calmly.
       "Okay. Kyle I am going to talk to Officer Blake and I will be
back. Will you be okay?" I nodded not trusting my voice. Officer Stuart
stood and walked over and into the kitchen and disappeared. I needed to get
up. Come on, I can't stay here on my knees. I pushed up off the ground and
took in a deep breath. I can do this. I walked over to the kitchen when I
heard the officers talking. I slowed and listen in. And was shocked to hear
what they were saying.
       "John, I found evidence he was being abused. There were pictures in
the man's pocket. He must have kept them; sick bastard. Look." He handled
the pictures over. And the look of horror on Officer Stuart face told me
they weren't good. "See John, this man has been beating this kid for weeks
if not months. I wouldn't put it past him to stop the abused. I would if I
was him."
       "Andy." He sighed. "I don't think Kyle killed them."
       "John, look at the facts. We just got here and he comes walking
up. Why wasn't he in school, huh? And when we entered, he heads straight to
the bodies. Why go straight down stairs? Yes the living room and the
kitchen is a mess, but no blood. Nothing leads you down stairs. He knew
they were down there. With the evide... " The rest of the words were
drowned out by my thoughts. No blood. Can't they see the blood all over the
place? What's going on?
       "-take him in." Officer Blake spoke. I started to back up. No, I
can't be taken in. I didn't do it. Even if they find me innocent, they
would put me back in the home where another person looking for the states
money will pick me up. They wouldn't care about me. I have been through
nine families, so I know from experience. I had to get out of here.
       I turned and ran. I was scared and probably not myself, but it
didn't matter. I went through the front door and to the right. I heard the
police holler to me to stop, but I kept going and went to the back
40. Running across this long field I kept thinking about Azriel and that
was my full to keep moving. The police's voices were getting further and
further behind me but I never slowed down. Even after, I made it to the
woods.
       My wounds on my legs object this type of torture of running. They
were bleeding again; feeling the slimy liquid on my skin rubbing onto my
new pants. My head was pounding and lungs felt like they were going to
burst. It didn't matter I kept going until I knew for a fact they weren't
following me anymore.
       I quit running knowing I was coming up to East Vienna Road. I didn't
want to be on the road. I turned around to see if they were behind me. When
I saw nothing behind me I sighed with relief. Then I fell to the ground and
lost whatever strength I had and cried.
        I just broke apart. I didn't know why I was crying. I hated my
stepmother and her boyfriends. I always wanted to run away. I hated school
and had no friends. I should be happy that she and Eric are gone, but I
couldn't stop crying. It had to be my emotional state. Seeing dead bodies
and being a suspect in the crime. Or, maybe I felt no one deserve to die
that way. Who knows?
       I don't know how long I sat there crying, I probably would still be
there if it wasn't for the drops of rain bringing back to this life and not
the one in my old home. I was a runaway suspect for murder. I had to grow
up some. I can wallow in my pain or get up and go back to Azriel. He would
know what to. Choosing Azriel I pulled myself up and headed east to Vassar
Road to go down to get back on Wilson to cross the street to get to the
woods over on the other side. Woods are thicker on the over side. Lame joke
but it is true and closer to Irish Road.
       After making it to the woods on the other side of Wilson I walked
slowly hearing the sirens of the police cars and an ambulance in the
distant. If I wasn't with Azriel I could be dead to. I should count my
lucky stars. Maybe this is the way things should be. Not the murders
suspect part, but the part where I am on my own to live my own life. That's
right think on the brighter side.
       By the time I got back to the hotel I was drenched from head to
toe. I grabbed the knob of the door of this old fashion hotel that still
uses keys and not cards, but dropped it. Now I felt the guilt of my
action. If Azriel is found with me he will be guilty by association. I
can't do that to him. He is a fallen and doesn't let people close to him so
he can stay hidden in our world. He also helped me when no one else did and
now I am bringing my problems to his door.
        I fell and rest my back against the door only groaning from the
slight sting. It felt better than the pain in my heart and soul. I bowed my
head into my hands. I should leave. What type of lover am I to do this to
him? Wait! Did I just think I am Azriel lover? Well I guess I sort of am, I
guess.
       "Don't guess, my sweet Kyle." I snapped my head up. Standing as
soaked as myself was my fallen angel. He looked worried and tired like he
aged ten years in one foul swoop. Has he been looking for me? Then I saw
him nodded and walked towards me.
       "I am so sorry. I just...I wanted...." I didn't know what to say. I
was lost of words. Azriel offer me his hand and I grabbed it as he slowly
pulled me up. The second his arms wrapped softely around me and my face
against his wet chest I felt safe. He is my safe haven I thought as I
wrapped my arms around him.
       "As I should be. I should always make you feel safe." He
whispered. I pulled back slightly and he loosens his grip around me.
       "Reading minds is another special gift like talking to animals." I
stated and smiled at him.
       "Yes, my sweet Kyle. Does that bother you?" he looked concern. I
lift my hand to his face.
       "No it doesn't bother me, well, not much anyways. It is you and who
you are. I will never be against who you are. Just don't think reading my
mind gives you any right to use it to bend to you. Got it?" When Azriel
smiled at me I knew without a doubt I belong here.
       "As you always belong." He lend down and capture my lips and I
wrapped my arms around his neck as I drowned myself in the taste and
passion of our kiss as the rain drowned out all of life except us.

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***Sorry for the wait. Been busy, but I finally finished chapter three. I
really didn't know where to go with it so I hope you all liked it.***