The Bank : Part 2

My thoughts are interrupted by what’s left of the office door swinging open. Two bank robbers come in and almost run to my direction. I am sitting with Chris on my arms when one of the bank robbers rips Chris off of me. Chris begins to cry and kick around and so do I. the bank robber holding Chris takes off while the other stays behind to hold be back. I scream at the bank robber to give Chris back to me “He’s just a child” I say “Don’t hurt him” and lastly “Give him back to me”. Knowing that I can easily break away from the robber I force myself to the door dragging him along. Then out of nowhere another bank robber comes and hits me on the head. I fall down trying to get up, my eye vision goes from blurry to focus and back to blurry. I then try to stand but cant the last thing I remember is hitting the floor and knowing that I just might die today.

I met a guy after my dad’s funeral he was one of my brother’s friend from work. Kyle is his name an all American boy with blue eyes, black short hair, and a killer smile. Kyle and I became friends at first everything seemed normal from his end. My brother’s would always invite him over to watch a game or to just simply hang out. About a month later Kyle asked me out on a date, I was shock not knowing that Kyle was gay. He took me to an Italian restaurant that had the best pastas in town; I have to admit I was nervous because he was so hot. We talked about pasta at one point and made fun it, Kyle had the sexiest laugh I have ever heard. From dinner we went to the movies and watch some scary haunted house vampire theme. I got scared a couple of times and at one point I grabbed his forearm, I looked at him and he looked at me. We both laughed and he put his arm around me, he reassured me that as long as I am in his arms nothing can harm me. For the rest of the movie Kyle’s arm was around me and not once did I get scared after. Kyle was a gentleman he would call me at mid day just to say hi, he would text me every night saying good night. Kyle was really a man’s man you couldn’t tell that he was gay everything about him pointed to him been straight. At one point Kyle and I were at a restaurant and his hand was on the back of my chair not touching my back. Some drunken idiot came by and started telling me to suck his cock seeing that I was a fag and loved cock. I was about to punch this guy when Kyle is the one who did, the drunk guys buddies came to his defense. We got into a small fight in the restaurant and all of us where forbidden to dine there ever again.

That night I put a bag of ice on Kyle’s hand he looked at me and I looked at him. His blue eyes were mesmerizing I then smiled, licked my lips and kissed him. Kyle kissed me back and yes we did have sex that night, it was beautiful in the missionary position and Kyle was gentle. It wasn’t until after a couple of month into our relationship that things started to change. It started out as Kyle just been jealous of me talking to some guy that he didn’t like but I didn’t really think much of it. I remember telling him that it was cute when he got jealous but I didn’t realize what was to come. Later on he yelled at me for talking to guys that were just my friends for some reason he thought that I was going to leave him for one of my friends. It took me weeks to convince him that I wasn’t leaving him for one of my friends and even then he still didn’t believe me. Then his obsession grew he kept calling or texting me every hour asking where I was, who I was talking to, and if I needed him for any reason. Even after class he would wait for me, drove me home and stay with me until I fell asleep. Then one day I threaten him saying that I would break up with him because he is not letting me breathe. His attitude quickly changed and he was back to the Kyle that I fell in love with. It wasn’t until two weeks later when my brothers and Kyle were on a flag football tournament in the park when the obsessive Kyle returned. The game was tied and I was in the side lines standing up cheering for my brother’s and Kyle, until a guy my age came and talked to me. He was just making small talk; his brother was on the other team. “Well I hope your team loses” I say to him with a smile, he then smiles back and says the same thing to me. He was actually not bad looking but my love goes to Kyle all the way. We then got caught up arguing which team was better, friendly argument of course. Our conversation didn’t last long when Kyle runs into the guy I am talking to. Both of them are on the floor holding something and moaning in pain. I place myself between both guys and try to attend the most severe one. My brother’s come to the aid of the guy that got tackled while I stay with Kyle. The guy’s brother wanted to start a fight but everyone told him it was an accident.

 As both guys get up I tell Kyle to tell the guy that he’s sorry. Kyle never apologized and the game continued, we won but I wasn’t in the celebrating mood. When Kyle and I were driving home we got into an argument, his defense was that he didn’t see the guy that was talking to me. For the next three days I locked myself in my room Kyle called, knock at my door, and even tried to come in through my window. By the night of the third day Kyle knocks at my window. I wake up and open my window “What are you doing?” I ask in an angry whisper to Kyle. “I just wanted to see you” he says while standing a foot away. The window was low so Kyle was almost at an eye level with it and me. “Look I am sorry about the other day…I don’t know why I just want you all to myself” he says while leaning in. “Kyle I…” I begin to say “Please let me take you out…I promise I will be the perfect gentleman and you can talk to anyone and I won’t get mad” he says while his blue eyes are locked on mine. For that moment I actually believed him, I guess if I wanted to keep him from getting all obsessive I have to cut him off for a while. “Sure” I say “Tomorrow night” I continue, Kyle gives a quick yes to himself and leans in to kiss me. I kiss him back and close the window I fall asleep feeling powerful. The next night Kyle takes me to a small parking lot up in the desert hills after our dinner. It’s a quiet and beautiful place and he parks his car towards the city lights.

We started talking and kissing until somewhere in between our kissing he says something. “Move in with me” he says I break our kiss and just stare at him in shock. I am stuttering my words but nothing comes out, I was about to answer him yes when he interrupts. “Let me guess you’re going to say no because you can’t leave your childish brothers behind” he says with a serious tone. I look at him with the most fuck you stare I can muster. I shake my head “Take me home Kyle” I say while pushing myself off of him. “Look I am sorry it’s just that…” he starts to say “It’s fine just take me home” I interrupt him. “I am sorry” he whispers to me while leaning to my side of the car. “Come here” he says while trying to hug me, I quickly push his hands off. “Just take me home Kyle” I say while pushing him to his side of the car. “No come here hold me” he says coming back to my side and trying to put his arms around me. I push him off but every time I do he tries to hug me again. “Just take me home” I say again in a serious tone. “No come here I want to hold you” he says with a little desperate tone. “Take me home Kyle” I say again trying to push his hands off of me. “Let me hold you” he says while putting his whole body up against mine, I somehow manage to push him off of me and exit the car. As I am standing outside I say “Fine I’ll walk home” and start to walk down the hill.

As I am walking away I can hear Kyle punch the seat a couple of times and called himself stupid.He then gets out of the car and screams my name, for some reason the way he screamed my name scared me and I started running. He caught up with me five seconds later and we both fall onto the hill side, he’s on top of me trying to hold me. I scream and tell him to get off but he doesn’t listen and he presses his whole body against mine. With his left hand Kyle forces both of my hands above my head and with his right he splits my legs apart so his rock hard dick is pressing up against my ass. “Please Kyle don’t” I say to him while tears are coming down my face, I look into his blue eyes and they are hungry for me. “I just want to show you that I love you” he says while lifting himself up a little bit and starts to unbuckle his belt. His left hand is forcing both of my hands down unto the floor and he is unzipping his jeans off. I then manage to put one of my legs in between his and kick him in the balls. He jerks back letting me go and I take off down the hill, as I am running I can hear him calling my name and each time he does he gets closer and closer.

I am running like hell through the desert hill, panting loudly, crying, and trying not to fall because if I do Kyle will force me down again. I then come to a main road next to the hill and to my relief a police car is passing by. I stop the car and two police officers get out. Both of the officers are in their forties, tall, salt and pepper hair and have mustaches. One of the officers tries to calm me down by grabbing my arm, but before he can say a word Kyle tackles him into the hood of the car. Kyle begins to hit the officer he tackled all over and each time Kyle hits the office a thumb can be hear from the force of the hit. “He’s mine. You won’t take him away from me” Kyle screams at the officer while hitting him harder. The second officer then comes and tries to get Kyle off of the first officer, but Kyle’s elbow meets the second officer’s nose.

The officer then falls to the ground and Kyle quickly gets on top of the second officer. “HE IS MINE” Kyle screams at the officer’s face and starts punching him in the face over and over again. I then try to get Kyle off of the officer but he pushes me away and I fall to the ground. I can hear the thumbs one after another and the officer’s face begins to bleed, some of the blood squirts out onto Kyle’s face but he doesn’t stop. All I could do is watch in horror as Kyle smashes the officer’s face in. the other officer that’s on the hood of the car then regains consciousness; he takes out his Taser and aims at Kyle. As the electricity is going through Kyle’s body he twitches for a while and falls next the officer he was hitting. The bloody officer is unconscious and Kyle is twitching and looking at me for help. The officer that tased Kyle gets off of the car and calls for backup, I get up and try to attend the wounded officer. The officer’s face is covered in blood and is not moving. Backup arrives and so does several ambulances, both officers are rushed to the hospital. Kyle is handcuffed and put in the back of the police car; he gets five years in jail for assaulting an officer and attempted rape. I am put on another police car and I am taken to the police headquarters for my statement. Frank Boles is the officer who takes my statement down, it’s the middle of the night and hardly anyone is here. Officer Boles had to calm me down from time to time because I cried trying to tell him what happened.

Officer Boles then pulls up a file of Kyle and tells me that he has been in jail a couple of time before. Officer Boles explains that Kyle has a history of getting in fights with other officers and some people as well. “I am surprised that he didn’t hit you while he was trying to rape you” Officer Boles says to me. I finish my statement about an hour later “Someone will drive you home” Officer Boles says while giving a small smile. “Officer Bell will take you home” Officer Boles says to me and leaves. As I get up and turn I see Officer Bell, that’s the first time I lay my eyes on Jason. He seemed broken just like me that’s probably the reason we got along so well. We were both broken down by someone who we held dear to our hearts.

I regain consciousness and open my eyes. I am at the vault nothing but a bunch of safety deposit boxes in this big room. I turn to the vault door and see that the wounded security guard is at the corner bandaged up. His head bandage is red and blood still keeps coming down from his head. I then turn my attention behind me and Chris is tied up in one of the deposit box door. Chris looks like he’s on the verge of crying, I don’t blame him I am there myself as well. I then sit up and hear footsteps coming, the man in the sunglasses is at the door staring at me. We stay staring at each other for a while none of us move a muscle. The man in the sunglasses then takes his sunglasses off but not his mask or his hat, and those blue eyes stare at me. I then try to find my voice; I then take a deep breath and say “Hello Kyle”.

Part 3 coming soon…