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LIES OF OMISSION
C. LYMARI
PREFACE
How much would you be willing to pay for freedom?
To obtain peace, you must first shed blood, but it wasn’t always going to be your own.
Freedom came from a mouth filled with lies.A body coated in deception and the hearts of those you trusted the most.
I’ve learned that freedom wasn’t freedom if you lost yourself along the way.
I sighed as the morning light filtered through the high windows. My fingers itched as they tried to reach the pristine skin next to me.It was soft and smooth but also taut and filled with hard edges in all the right places.
A part of me didn’t move from fear that the moment I did,this would be over. That the fantasy we were currently living would shatter around us.Everything would go to hell today, and it was making me sick. It was still too early in the morning, judging by the sun's rays, but soon the clock would strike eight, and all the walls that had crumbled down last night would let the floodgates in.
Not being able to stand it anymore, I tentatively reached for his hair. It was still messy from how much I kept pulling it last night. A soft moan escaped him, and my cock twitched.
I can get hard at the worst of times: check.
I was really hating myself.Slowly I got out of bed, careful not to disturb him. The floor was a mess, with all of our clothes scattered everywhere. Something tightened in my chest at the sight of my jeans and t-shirt lying with his pants and dress shirt. The reminder that we came from two different worlds were evident in everything we did in life.
Even at school, when we had our uniforms on, he always wore them better than I did. I fumbled through life while he barreled through with no fear. I would not be in this predicament if I were more like him. Grabbing my discarded jeans, I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and gripped the edge of the sink. My phone was burning through my pocket. I dreaded taking it out and looking at it. My time here was coming to an end.
“Maybe in another life, little cub,” Sal smirked at me as he walked away.
You could say this was that other life and things were still as fucked up as they had ever been. Knowing I had to face the music and live with the consequences of my actions, I pulled open the door, only to stop dead at the sight before me.
Sal was already awake. He was leaning back on the pillows. His chest was still bare, and I could see all the contours of his abdomen. The perfect sculpted V that I had the pleasure of tracing was mocking me. His chest rose as he inhaled the cigarette and then exhaled as his face filled with smoke.Allowing me a moment to school myself before I saw the face I was about to betray.
The smoke cleared out, and Sal looked at me. His eyes were no longer warm, but icy. The smirk he gave me was nothing like the one from last night that had me giving in to what I knew was a bad idea.
“Do I have time to eat breakfast before the police come and arrest me?”
He knew all along.
I was fucked.
1
THEODORE
Senior Year High School
My stomach churned in pain as bile rose in my throat. My breathing was unnerving and jagged as I regained my breath. The once-cold tile was now warming under my cheek. I needed to get up, but I could not find it in me to do it.
I hated this school.
I hated my classmates.
Most of all, I hated myself for being weak.
The first bell rang, and I knew I needed to get it together so that I could make it to the first class of senior year.I heard the stampede of my classmates rushing to make it to theirs. I took a deep breath and then sat up slowly, testing to see if anything was bruised but luckily, not this time. That was enough of a pity party.I grabbed hold of my bag and then went to the mirror. A bit of blood was on the corner of my mouth, and my lip had torn from me biting it.
After washing my face, I ran my hand over my brown curls and sighed. I didn’t know what my father thought he was gaining by sending me to this school. He built his empire by being a sanctimonious asshole. What did he expect by sending me to the school where half of the student body was associated with families he had sent to jail?
