He Loved Him

A crack echoed through the house, louder than the pounding rain outside. The boy fell to the floor, his much larger boyfriend towering over him. The young boy brought his hand up to his cheek, whimpering.

“Don't you EVER disrespect me again!” The older boy roared, taking an intimidating step toward the cowering figure in front of him, “You understand me, Samuel?!”

Sam flinched away, nodding quickly. He was terrified of further upsetting the fiery ball of rage in front of him.

“Get out of my house!” His boyfriend shouted, and Sam scrambled to his feet.

In his haste, Sam slipped, crashing back to the floor. The older boy grabbed him by his shirt collar, yanking him up forcefully.

“Get out!” He repeated, screaming hysterically in Sam’s face.

He dragged him to the door and threw him out, Sam scraping his elbows on the concrete as he fell. The rain mingled with the tears on his face. The sliver of light from inside the house disappeared as the door slammed shut. Sam was alone in the darkness, already soaked by the downpour.

He picked himself up off the cement, wiping the blood and gravel from his arms. He was confused. His boyfriend had never been so angry before, and it scared Sam. He rubbed his cheek, which still stung from the hard slap he had gotten earlier.

Why would his boyfriend hit him like that? What had he done wrong? Sam didn't want to upset his boyfriend; He loved him.

But did he still love Sam?

Sam’s phone rang loudly in his quiet bedroom, and he sniffled. He hadn't stopped crying all night. He felt confused and hurt after what his boyfriend had done. He picked up the phone timidly, knowing who was on the other end.

“Hello?” He squeaked.

“Sammy, where are you?” A soft voice cooed.

Sam relaxed slightly; This was the boy he had fallen in love with.

“I'm at home,” Sam spoke quietly and obediently.

“What are you doing there?” His boyfriend demanded, suddenly hostile.

“Nothing!” Sam said quickly, “I'm just sitting at home.”

“Come over baby,” The other boy was calm again, “I miss you.”

Sam’s heart swelled; his boyfriend still loved him after all.

“I'm coming!” Sam chirped.

“Hurry up,” The older boy pushed, “I love you babe.”

“I love you too,” Sam smiled, “I'll see you soon.”

Sam rang the doorbell, happily bouncing on the balls of his feet. The door swung open and his boyfriend smiled down at him. Sam's face lit up and he pranced inside, ecstatic that the boy he knew was back. It had just been a bad night, that was all. Everything was fine.

“Hi, Sammy,” His boyfriend said lovingly, hugging Sam.

Sam giggled at the use of the nickname, nuzzling his head against his boyfriend’s chest. He inhaled deeply, taking in the other boy’s warm scent and smiling to himself. This was perfection. He never wanted the moment to end.

The older boy shuffled the hug over to the couch, laying them both down gently. He kissed Sam passionately, waiting a long time before breaking away.

He placed a kiss on Sam's neck, “I love you, Sammy.”

Sam was too breathless to respond, but he grinned.

“I love you! Don't you love me too?” The older boy squeezed Sam's wrist hard, and Sam squirmed.

“Of course I love you!” He whimpered, “Please stop, you're hurting me!”

His boyfriend released him, and Sam let out a breath, rubbing his sore wrist. He tried to brush off the sudden mood swing, but something still nagged at the back of his mind.

“You okay, baby?” His boyfriend asked, brushing his fingers over Sam's bruising wrist, “I'm sorry if I hurt you.”

“No, you didn't hurt me,” Sam lied, putting on a smile, “I'm okay.”

“Good,” The other boy breathed against Sam’s neck.

Sam leaned in for another kiss, tangling their legs together. The kiss quickly got more heated than usual, and the boy started grinding against Sam. Sam jumped back.

“No, wait- Please, I- I don't want to-” Sam stammered.

“You don't want to what?” The older boy growled, reaching for Sam.

Sam jumped off the couch, backing away. Fear flashed in his big, innocent, blue eyes as the older boy stood and approached him slowly.

“I- I don't want to have sex with you- yet! I'm just not ready right now!” Sam squeaked.

The boy shot forward and gripped Sam's bruised wrist, squeezing until tears sprung to the younger boy’s eyes. He shoved Sam backward, and Sam collapsed to the floor.

“Get out of my sight, you stupid little virgin,” The older boy spat, kicking Sam in the ribs, “And don't come back until you're ready to be a man.”

Sam nodded quickly, crawling towards the door. The other boy kicked him roughly in the backside as Sam painstakingly climbed to his feet. Sam's knees wobbled, but he somehow stayed standing.

He reached for the doorknob but his sweaty palm slipped off when he tried to turn it. He turned to give one last pleading look at his boyfriend, but was only met with a stone cold glare.

A tear slipping down his cheek, he opened the door and limped home. He couldn't tell what hurt more, his ribs or his bum.

He cried his eyes out for the second night in a row, but that night, he actually fell asleep.