Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 14:09:28 -0400
From: Jim Reeve <fhcrower2006@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Love- Chapter Six

~6~

Soon after Brent's coming into Ryan's home, his mother, Diane, fell in
love with him. She was sympathetic for him, and took him in as her son.
They bought him new clothes, and, to Ryan's surprise and excitment, she
also bought a large bed, similar to Brent's old one, for the two of them
to share. Most of Ryan's time was split between Brent and a smokey diner
where he worked to help his mother. Though all of Brent and Ryan's time
was not devoted to each other their love grew immensly. Brent soon got
lonely and bored during Ryan's work hours, so he to took up work in an
office building's muggy mailroom. Their salaries were not much, but they
helped none the less.
Over a brief time, Ryan and Brent had become not only lovers, but the
best of friends. They could spend their time at a local bar with fake
ID's having drinks and making uproars and laughter, yet just as easily
they could lay together for hours in a warm bed caressing each other's
bodies, taking in the incredible warmth of the love that passed between
them.
Christmas day slipped by as quietly as the falling snow for the little
family. After spending the morning with Ryan's mother they went out
together. A small walk at a local park, with light snow falling from the
heavens, was a beautiful setting for Ryan to slip a comitment ring onto
Brent's finger, and oddly enough Brent had one to go onto Ryan's lonely
finger as well. The two of them thought alike, and they were both eager
to show their love for each other. Ryan and Brent had both spent six
months saving their money from work, that should have gone towards house
bills, to purchase the rings. They were not the most beautiful rings, but
the love and passion they represented was enough. The rings were of the
emotional calibre of a wedding ring, or an engagment ring. They had
comitted themselves to one another, forever. They stood in the snow,
warmed by their woolen peacoats and each other as they kissed on the
banks of a murky ice-covered pond, where the reflection of a large lit
oak tree shone against the snow. When they embraced nothing else
mattered. All was right in the world when Brent was in Ryan's arms, and
terrible memories of a gloomy past appeared less and less frequently in
his mind. Memories of broken whiskey bottles and screaming parents were
leaving him, and he was not disappointed to see them go.
For the next year things continued normally for Ryan and Brent. They
continued devoting their time to each other, their jobs, and Ryan's
mother. They each turned eighteen and Ryan managed to graduate with 3.40
GPA while Brent recieved a 3.330. They looked into colleges during their
senior year, and had both selected a fair sized university about forty
minutes from their small home. They attended the university in the fall
living in and apartment off campus. Brent was majoring in computer
sciences and Ryan in marine biology. The fall turned to winter, and they
lived off of one another's love. They would often visit Ryan's mother,
but soon that would not be an option...

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After an amazing night of drinking and dancing, Ryan and Brent had had
enough of the bar, and headed to their car to try and work off some of
the alcohol they had consumed. Before long their bodies were half naked,
entwined and sewn, physically in body and spiritually in love. Steam
choked the windows of the car, and they were aglow with oneanother's love
and radiance. Ryan whispered heavenly, sweet words of love into Brent's
ear, and Brent returned them, holding Ryan ever-closer, wishing they
could somehow be closer. Their sweat-covered muscle toned bodies began
sliding over one oneanother, and they became further enveloped in one
another, too deeply smothered in love to hear the sound of the squeaky
bar door, and the footsteps of several heavy men. As Ryan's
tongueransslowlyin and out of Bren't mouth, his hand rubbed Brent's
muscle toned back. He couldn't imagine a safer, more beautiful place to
be at that moment, than in the arms of Brent, whom hefelt no amount of
timewith would satisfy his need and his love for him. The hair on his
neck prickled up, and after asilent moment where Ryan had lifted his
head and tried to see through the windows,a baseball bat came screaming
into the rear window. A barrage of glass rained down on them, as two
huge men pulled them out of the car and threw them onto the ground.
Brent nor Ryan knew how the long they endured beating, for they both
slipped out of conciousness and slipped away, until their minds were dark
as the night air.

There was little to say about the life of Ryan after that fateful night.
His love's head was beaten in, and he failed to awake from a deep coma,
even after days of treatment. Ryan never left his bedside in that
provacative time of sorrow. The last night that warm breath and blood
filled Brent's body, Ryan preyed to a God he did not know to help his
lover, and to restore him to health. When Brent's heart finally beat
it's last, a piece of Ryan left the world as well. Nothing remained in
his empty heart nor soul. He couldn't force himself to move on. Shortly
after that night, Ryan's own night came, but it affected him not, for he
was already dead and decaying on the inside. Rain fell lightly on the
shutters of a small motel, where he scribbled a final tesimony of his
love to a fading memory of angelic beautyon a cheap piece of motel
stationary:


Brent

Deep in my soul

Love so strong

It takes control

Now we both know

The secrets bared

The feelings show

Driven far apart

I'll make a wish

On a shooting star

There will come a day

Somehwere far away

In your arms I'll stay

My only love.

Even though you're gone

Love will still live on

The feeling is so strong

My only love.





I want to thank all my readers, who kept the emails coming and kept
encouraging me to continue, when I wanted to give up. I hope you enjoyed
this story of true love, and shocking truth.

~Jim