TABOO: THE COMPLETE SERIES(15)

Weldon stepped closer to me and I backed away from him purely by reflex. “You should be in bed,” he said, coming forward a couple of steps. “Trey says you need your rest for the next few days.”

“Don’t…” I wanted to get him to stop coming toward me when suddenly the earth started spinning. My heart was racing, beating faster and I could feel the pounding beat in my ears. I started to tremble uncontrollably as a strange feeling of numbness took over and I felt faint. I was certain I was about to die, that my heart would race to the point where it would fry my brain and my body would explode into a million chunks. I felt dread and desperation, and the terrifying feeling of being trapped.

And soon I couldn’t even breathe…

A million centuries later I came back to my senses somewhat but whatever this thing was, some kind of attack, it wasn’t over. I could still feel most of the dread and terror of being close to dying and being trapped.

“You’re shaking,” Weldon said.

It was the first time I realized we were on the bed. How did that happen? Was I out and he brought me here? I couldn’t possibly have done that willingly. But then again, who knew what I might have willingly done for any help from whatever it was that came over me just then. Whatever it was it scared me. I never wanted to feel that way again.

But I was still trembling like Weldon said and cold.

Weldon pulled up the sheets around me and sat next to me on the bed while I continued to shake nonstop, tucked in and barely breathing.

“Jake,” Weldon spoke gently. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I couldn’t believe I was lashing out at him. But I couldn’t stop for some reason.

I was expecting a violent reaction, but instead he just turned to me. “You’re okay. You’re here, you’re going to be fine. Just try to get some sleep. Everything fucked up is still going to be here tomorrow, you can freak out then.”

I felt like I was losing my mind.

And I couldn’t get rid of that feeling.

And then, for some reason I started to cry and I couldn’t understand that either. What was wrong with me? It felt like I’d lost authority over my own body, my own reactions weren’t in my control. It felt maddening.

“Will you just let me hold you?” Weldon asked.

I wanted to escape somewhere into oblivion where I didn’t have to face the same man who had tortured me and who was still giving me pain, but whatever I was feeling, this new brand of terror, it wouldn’t stop.

And no matter how uncomfortable I was, Weldon took that as a yes and he put an arm around me and for a long time. I felt strangely disconnected from the world. But then, it began to calm down. I was sleepy, and at some point, I let the drowsiness take over.





WELDON


I know I’m the villain in this story.

Smug.

Control freak.

Bastard.

That and a lot more.

You want to insult me? Call me names?

Have at it.

I will take your insults and raise you Jake’s soul. I will double the stakes. I will win. Every. Single. Time. I’m young enough to be hot and desirable, and old enough to know more than the average twink that I come across. But there comes a point in your life where you desire something that transcends everything you’ve been told, that hits you like the front end of a train going full speed and makes you want to slow down and appreciate life.

Jake made me want to slow down. He made me want to think of a future. I love him and stalk him and I know it’s the only the way for us to be together because villains don’t get to be heroes. Because the bad guy doesn’t get the (good) girl… or in this case, boy.

I’m not stupid.

I never have been. I’m not bothered by the vain idiosyncrasies of normal people and their normal routine lives. Their rules don’t apply to me.

Normal has never been my forte and that’s fine. I’d take crazy and fun over normal and boring any day. Anyway, being sane isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You know the one thing that is all it’s cracked up to be? Power.

Absolute, insane power. The unadulterated capacity to do anything. The power to be the one that makes the rules. The power to make people follow. The power to be that one fear, the one bad memory that never goes away.

There he is lying on my bed. He’s so tiny and fragile. It might be the first time but it will not be the last. I had him exactly where I wanted him to be and the resistance he was showing me would soon turn to something more, something he won’t understand. The seed is sown. It was time to reap the benefits. I could get what I want, he wouldn’t be able to say no but tonight was not the right time for it.

No.

Tonight, was for being patient.

It is one thing to get someone by going on a million dates with them, and another to get inside their head, to make a place for yourself in their psyche. I can brainwash this kid into oblivion. I can make him think of me as the only one that matters. Instead of bringing him flowers I will fuck with his head. Instead of buying him a dozen roses I will whip his ass bloody and make him cum. I will not be buying any jewelry except for the kind that keeps him chained to me.

Jake was twisting and turning in bed and all I could do was feel that nudge inside my pants that wouldn’t let up ever since I saw him. If I did anything it wouldn’t feel right. The only person I wanted to take care of me was Jake and no one else. Maybe not today, but in the end, he will take care of his master. He will be the slave that I want him to be and he will give me what I need but it will be more than that.