The Road to Happiness: Chapter 3

Hello eveyone. It's Arthur again. And finally this is the last part of my story. My life had turned for bad so I compeltely forgot about story. Thanks to reader sending me e-mail, reminding me about it, I could finally finish. I hope you enjoy it! If you have forgotten the story, just look up the first chapters. Once again - this is fictional and if something similar has happened in your life, this is purely coincidence. Enjoy!

Chapter 3 – Past, Truth and Promise.

It’s surprising how things turn out, isn’t it? How much one can be unaware of connection that has been there, hiding amongst words, actions and people? Mostly people. I felt being dragged back in past the way I came. It all returned back to that night I was laying there, in hopes to die, in hopes to be at peace with myself and what I had been so blind on. I dreamt I was there, living it yet through again, that exact amount of time I wanted to die from the pain Stephen had inflicted, both mental and physical. But I didn’t. Nor I did this time.

- ‘Alex! Alex, wake up!’ Voice shouted at me. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay on ground, on floor and be there. I wanted it to be just a nightmare because it felt like nightmare. ‘Stephen is John’s brother? This can’t be… This is not true. It’s not…’ I never bothered to ask. I never wanted to find out his name. I never had met him before, except that month in college, that time. And even then I never bothered to ask John if he knew someone from this college. I was angry, at myself, at John and mostly at Him.

- ‘Please, man, wake up.’ Another voice, THAT voice. But it sounded worried, wrong, full of fear. It didn’t make any sense. Anger just boiled inside me. I knew He didn’t care. But I knew John did. I believed John did. After that night and last night what we had was amazing.

I remember the night I spent with John alone, yet before I confessed my mother about myself. I told him about the crush I had. I told him about those few months in college and the relationship I had. I told him about that horrible night. John listened, with his eyes wide of fear. He was looking at me with terror, as if I was about break apart. I didn’t but my voice did. I held back my tears with such a force. John was not the one to see how much broken I felt after that and what wounds it had left inside me both physical and mental.

- ‘If I ever come across that fucker, I promise you this – he will bleed.’ John whispered to me, through his tears. I didn’t know if it was tears of anger or tears of pain for me. Maybe it was both. But I never questioned anything. I was just laying there, in his arms, safe, cozy and warm. I had someone who took me in, who cared who helped me heal and I loved him. I loved him so much.

I opened my eyes, mostly unwillingly. But I had to, for John. Because I couldn’t hurt him. He didn’t deserve that but Stephen on the other hand…

- ‘Thank god you are alright.’ Voice said. It was not John. John was beside me, holding me in his arms, clutching them around me in tight grip in fear he might lose me. I wanted to say I am alright. I wanted to tell him I am alive and happy to be in his arms. But yet..

Voice was Stephen’s. I freed myself from John’s grip and got up. I was facing John and he could see my face. John gasped in terror and I knew he could see it. He could read where I was right now mentally. I was there, in that park, dying. Someone touched me, specifically my arm.

- ‘Alex…’ Stephen said. I yanked my arm away from him and turned to face him. My face was fierce, anger written all over it. Every possible emotion coursed through me. Every. Stephen stood there, afraid. He could see it all in my face. He could read it and I knew it but that did not stop him from trying again. He gently grabbed my arm again. I yanked off again, with much bigger force.

- ‘Don’t you… even dare… to touch me.’ I gasped through teeth. I still could feel John behind me. I could feel him standing there, shocked about the realization he had right now about his brother. I wanted to confront him but why him? John had done nothing to me. But why I felt angry at him? I was angry at everyone in that room, including myself.

- ‘Alex, listen..’ Stephen began and took one step closer to me. I backed away, colliding with John. John caught me and didn’t let me trip. I was thankful for that. Stephen was trying to touch me again. What the fuck was with him? After all he did he just waltzes in his home and suddenly cares?

- ‘PISS OFF YOU HEAR?!?!’ I roared from deep within my chest. I finally let it loose. I let every part of me be angry with Stephen. I couldn’t stand it anymore to be calm. Why should I? Why should I be rational after all Stephen did to me? After all, apparently, I have a fucking price tag on me somewhere for 250 bucks.

- ‘Your hands…’ John whispered. I hadn’t even noticed how much they were trembling. My nails were digging deep in my own palms, making my knuckles go white. It hurt a bit but I didn’t even notice that. I didn’t care. I wanted someone to suffer, as much as I did. And this someone was Stephen.

I raised my fist. John wanted to stop me but it was too late. I threw it against Stephen’s face with so much force he staggered backwards when it touched him. My fist was burning after collision but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care I was still shirtless. I ran for the doors. I rushed over the doorstep and away. I ran as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face.

I didn’t even look back. It was all there – the pain, the memory, the rain. It felt a bit déjà vu with the rain clouds over my head. It was about to rain, I could feel it in air. But it was somewhat different. Roles were changed. Finally, it had come to full circle as things sometimes tend to do.

I knew for where I was heading. It was the only place I could feel safe. The only thing that came to my mind was forest. I didn’t even bother to stay on path. I ran through gaps between trees, bushes. I let the branches scratch my skin, let the bushes stab me with its needles from it and softwoods all around. I even let the tears come and come.

I had allowed myself finally let out all the anger and hate I had for Stephen to come out. With it came the pain also and the sharp memory if ribs stabbing my insides. My ribs felt heavy like they were actually about to snap again but I knew it’s just mental thing. They were safe, in their place where they have to be.

I came to a clearing. I gasped for a breath as I had run without stopping even once as if I was running for my life away from everything. As if I was in grave danger, again but this time being aware. It was something I feared because there was John in my life now and he meant everything to me. I knew I meant everything to him also. At least I hoped I do.

I could see fallen branches from old trees. Maybe it was storms that helped them detach from trees, maybe it was just the wind. My mind was closed now and I just acted on pure rage now. I had to get it out of me. I had to limit myself to level of ‘me’ again, to be rational, and to be human.

So, I found strongest branch and of course being able to pick up with one hand. I went to thickest tree what was nearby me and just yanked the branch at it, strongly clutching my burning arm around it. I yanked and yanked, with each yank it bounced back off the tree and I yanked again. Tears fell, arm burned even more. When I didn’t have any strength, I took the branch in other arm. I yanked it again. I kept putting so much force behind the collision it with each time bounced back even more until finally…

I had made the branch snap in half. Even the strongest of them didn’t survive the force I was putting behind it to break. I cried. I kept crying and sometimes even let out a yell, fueling my raging strength even more.

- ‘Alex.’ Voice came from behind me. It was not of John I had hoped it would. It was Stephen again. Man he pissed me of so much but I ignored him. I switched my arms again with a new branch and hit the tree again. Arm stung but I still kept doing it.
- ‘Alex, stop.’ He came close to me and wrapped his arms around me. I was mortified.
- ‘DON’T. YOU. FUCKING. TOUCH. ME!’ I roared as I spun around in his arms and hit his face with a fist again. He let go and backed away.
- ‘Alex, please, listen to me… I want to-’ He kept going on.
- ‘YOU WANT TO WHAT? You want to apologize? You want to ask for my forgiveness?’ I didn’t let him to finish but I knew where this is going.
- ‘Yes.’ He stood silent for a bit and then replied.
- ‘You know what Stephen? I don’t give a fucking shit! I LOVED you! I fucking cared about you! But you did what? You just fucking won 250 bucks over my life!’ I yelled.
- ‘DON’T YOU THINK I LOVED YOU TOO??’ He roared back and then gasped. He turned away.
- ‘What..?’ I asked, confused.

- ‘I loved you too, dammit! But I couldn’t… I had to…. I had to be normal. My life depended on that.’ He said.
- ‘You loved me? LIKE HELL YOU DID! IF YOU ACTUALLY LOVED ME, you’d have fucked those 250 bucks, you’d have fucking thrown away those people you call friends. But what? What DID you do? Instead you beat me up to death, leave me in that fucking park, dying and called me ‘faggot’! You wanted to be ‘normal’! So you are saying I am not ‘normal’? For fucks sake, I WAS IN COMA!’ I yelled at him.
- ‘I am sorry…’ Stephen said.

- ‘You’re sorry? Like hell you are! Like hell you are…’ I kept yelling through tears and picked up nearest branch. I threw it at him. I didn’t care if I was making him hurt. I didn’t care about the rational emotion. I didn’t care about anything.
- ‘Stop it, please!’ Stephen said, evading the branch. I didn’t listen. I kept throwing whatever I could find. I had enough of it all. I had enough of bullshit.
- ‘Why did you turn my brother? Why did you turn him gay?’ He asked, trying to evade flying objects at him.
- ‘Turn him? TURN HIM?!?! I didn’t turn anyone! This is who we ARE YOU FUCKING SHIT!’ I yelled even more and launched myself at him. I threw punches at him, gasping for breath.

I hadn’t noticed there was someone else in clearing. There was one another person with us and the next thing I knew, I was pushed back. I staggered and fell on ground, gasping for air. My strength was gone. Finally it had left me and I was able to breathe. I didn’t look up who was it. I was laying there, listening. But one thing I did do. I looked at my palms. They were covered in mud, dirt and what not else, mixed with blood. My palms were bleeding.

- ‘That’s enough.’ Said voice. It was John.
- ‘Stay away little brother. This between me and Alex.’ Stephen said.
- ‘Not anymore. It stopped being between you two the day you left him for death.’ John said. His voice was sharp. If the words could cut, Stephen would be bleeding right about now.
- ‘Just shut i-’ Stephen began but fell silence once John walked up to him and punched his own fist at Stephen’s face. There was a crack and cry of pain.
- ‘No. For once, YOU shut up. God, you are such an asshole! And I was looking up to you! One day, I hoped to be someone like you – cool, awesome and the rest of it. But Alex… Stephen, I love Alex. We have been friend for so many years, since the very beginning of our school years. I have been in love with him for years!’ John said.

- ‘You broke my nose!’ Stephen shouted. I looked up and saw Stephen holding his own nose. It was bleeding. John ignored that. He kept going.
- ‘And then, Alex slips in coma. Someone had beaten him up so bad. I was worried I had lost him forever. I don’t know if I could live my life without him after so many years together with him as a friend. I had feelings for him. And hearing that, I thought it’s over. That Alex is going to die and I won’t manage to say what I feel for him. I wanted to be with him so much.’ I was listening, mesmerized by John’s words. He had shared just small portion of those words with me.

- ‘But then, his mother called our mom and told he is awake. I gasped in relief. I was happy. I knew this is now or never. Do you even know how he looked when I laid my eyes upon him after I finally could go and visit him? I was there at hospital. I went to him. I cried at his side seeing how badly he looked. Then, he opened his eyes Stephen. You know what was there? Emptiness.’ John kept going on. I gasped. So he was at the hospital. So he had seen me. But why mom didn’t tell me this? Perhaps she didn’t even know it? But then, doctor. Of course, I never asked.

- ‘John, I-’ Stephen began but another low ‘thud’ came to my hearing. John had punched Stephen again.
- ‘I couldn’t bear seeing him like that. I rushed out the hospital and waited. I cried and waited for time he will be completely awake so I can go and talk to him. When I went second time, doctors said he was sent home. Then I went to him. Luckily I didn’t have to ask him to come with me. He offered to come with me and have walk. Maybe he knew, or maybe he didn’t. I don’t know.’ John said and punched again. Stephen groaned.

- ‘Time passed and he finally told me. He told me what happened to him! Goddamit! I NEVER IMAGINED IT WOULD BE YOU! I NEVER THOUGHT YOU, OF ALL THE PEOPLE WOULD BE CAPABLE OF SUCH THING! YOU, MY OWN BROTHER!’ John yelled.
- ‘John..’ Stephen said but nothing more.
- ‘I promised Alex. I gave him promise that I will make bleed the one who did this to him. And you know what? I am keeping my promise!’ John said and pointed at Stephen’s nose.

I had passed out again, I think. Next thing I knew, I woke up in soft bed. John’s bed. My palms were patched up and bandaged. I slowly sat up and my arms still stung. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care less about them.
- ‘Hey.’ John greeted me with soft voice. His soft velvet voice that meant it was just for me. He sat in bed next to me, laying his head on my shoulder.
- ‘Hi.’ I replied and smiled at him. He was beautiful and he was all mine.
- ‘How do you feel?’ He asked. I knew he meant more by that question. It was not just the usual conversation starter or something. John meant it from bottom of his heart and asked about my whole being. My soul, my mind, my body. Every part meant so much to him.

I sat there, looking in his eyes for a time. And then I let it go. I let myself fall apart in front of John. I finally let out everything. Tears were streaming down my face. I cried and he listened. He got up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling close to him, cradling me like a kid.
- ‘Shh, shh, it’s okay baby, I am here. Shh, it’s fine.’ He whispered to me. But I couldn’t stop. It was time to let go. It was time to move on. So many months had passed and finally I had gotten what I wanted – the revenge. I know deep inside I was craving for it and finally I had gotten it. All of it. And John was by my side. Even if the bad guy was his brother, he was by my side and he kept his promise. He had made him bleed.

Slowly and tenderly our lips touched. I held on to him, my arms wrapping around him. I let his tongue in my mouth and I replied back, playfully rubbing my own tongue back to his. Our warm bodies slowly grind together as he was slowly sliding his cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him even more and more. My ass was still sore from last time but I didn’t care. I welcomed him inside me, making us whole as one. I gently moaned in his ear, just for him. I loved him with my mind, soul and body. I wanted to be in his arms forever.

We kept kissing. I didn’t care about anything. I was begging in my mind for him not to stop. I wanted his lips on mine forever. Occasionally I would reach down between our bodies and stroke my own cock. And I didn’t want to switch positions. Not tonight. I just wanted to feel him in my arms. I wanted to feel our bodies – chest to chest, face to face and arms around each other. Occasionally tear would slip down my cheeks but he would catch it swiftly and kiss my eye with his salty lips from my tears. He moaned, announcing being close to cumming.

I wrapped my legs and arms even tighter around him. I was not about to let him go. Not tonight. And so, I felt ropes of his cum crash against my anal walls. I loved it. I loved him. And I knew he loved me. With our bodies in each other arms we gasped, exhausted. That night, we had more and more sex. He even tried to talk me into fucking him. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to be all his tonight. And so I was. Kissing and caressing him, rubbing against him, doing everything to just hear his soft voice moaning. Because then I knew – this was real. WE were real and maybe even together forever.

The End.