Title: Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?
Pairing: Till/Richard
Rating: XXX
Genre: Kink, Romance(?)
*Extra Disclaimer*: This story deals with a consensual relationship between an adult and a minor á la Nabokov's Lolita (except the minor is a teenager), this is a controversial subject matter to most. Reader discretion is advised.
Summary: Illicit. Taboo. Distasteful. That’s how the world would view their relationship. A relationship that’s so reprehensible, so indecent but feels so right. After all how can love be a sin?
[Chapter One: Caught!]
Richard sighed for the millionth time as his parents reprimanded him for something or another, he really wasn’t listening. “Richard?! Richard?! Are you even listening to us?!” His mother shouted. He shrugged his shoulders and gave a flat “No.” His mother made a frustrated sound and his father stalked over to him seemingly intent on smacking him in the face. Grabbing on to his father’s arm his mother said “No, hitting him doesn’t work. Haven’t you realized that by now?” “Then what the hell are we supposed to do? He’s been missing for over two months and then the police bring him back saying that they caught him trying to steal a car. And you tell me I shouldn’t hit him?!” His father shouted. His two parents began to argue between themselves and he just stood from the couch and went up to his room.
Pushing the door open, he saw that his room was just the way he left it. Stepping over the piles of clothing and trash, Richard threw his closet door open and dug through all the mess inside finding what he wanted. Sighing in relief that the only thing he’d missed while he was gone was still here, he carried the glossy black guitar over to his bed. Gently laying the instrument upon his unkempt bed, he bent down and pulled the mini-amplifier from underneath his bed. Plugging the amp in and the pushing the cord into the guitar, Richard then picked up his head phones off of the nightstand and plugged them into the adapter in the corner of the amp. Flopping down on his bed and began to play. He played for hours, thinking back on all of his travels. The people he met, the places he’d seen, and even the smells he’d smelled; all of these stimuli inspiring his fingers to dance nimbly along the lengthy neck of the guitar.
He played like that into the wee hours of the morning, playing until his fingers felt as if they were going to bleed and until the usually elusive sandman decided to pay him a visit. Eyes feeling as if they had grains of sand in them, Richard finally decided to stop playing. Flipping the off switch to the amp, he slipped his head phones off and leaned his precious guitar against his nightstand. Richard then stood and pulled his shirt and pants off and collapsed onto his bed. Exhaling as he stared at the stark white ceiling above, he wondered what shit his parent’s had in store for him since he knew he wasn’t going to get off easy this time. He was pretty sure his parents were going to reprimand him severely this time. This was the fourth, no, fifth time he’d ran away just this year. He couldn’t even recall how many times he’d ran in the last three, but this time was the longest he had been away. Richard also knew that his school career was totally wrecked due to his extended amount of time away; even his near perfect grade point average couldn’t save him from probably having to repeat the year. He couldn’t even find it in himself to care. You see Richard wasn’t your typical 'antisocial teenage burnout'. He was exceptionally sharp, so sharp that he’d even skipped a grade back when he used to give a damn about petty things like school many years back.
To sum it up he knew his parents were pretty much going to flay him alive, especially since he’d gotten in trouble with the law this time, yep, his liberties were definitely at stake now. But like the crafty fox he was he would make sure evade whatever consequences his parents decided dole out. Now hearing the birds beginning to sing outside his window, Richard finally decided to give in to slumber; intent on planning for his exodus later once he receives his sentence.
Hours later Richard was roused from his sleep by a knock on his door, wanting to continue to enjoy the uncommon treat of restful sleep he ignored the sound hoping the person would give up and go away. When the knocking failed to desist, Richard growled out a none to friendly “What?!” “Don’t say ‘what’ to your parents, Richard. It’s disrespectful.” Came the irritated his from his father. Sneering at the door, Richard let out a sardonic “Sorry daddy dearest. What can your lowly son do to serve you?” “Cut the attitude Richard. Your mother wants you downstairs in thirty minutes for breakfast; she said to make sure you put on something decent since we’re having a guest join us. So get up and get ready.” With that his father walked off not waiting for a response from him.
Grumbling to himself, Richard laid in bed for a few more minutes not ready to get up just yet. Sighing he eventually forced himself out of bed, not wanting to dawdle too long since he didn’t feel like hearing bitching this early in the morning. Unplugging his amp he slid in back under the bed and the he stuck his headphones back into the drawer of his nightstand, picking up his guitar tenderly he then walked over to the closet and placed it back within its case and pushed it into the very back of the closet and covered it with piles of clothing and other knick-knacks effectively hiding the instrument. As he slid the closet door shut, he frowned at the fact that he had to hide the only thing he felt any fondness for; since his parents felt that any music that wasn’t for ‘praise and worship’ was automatically immoral. That was just one thing on the long list of resentment that he felt toward his parents.
Turning he walked over to a pile of clothing and began to root through it in search of something to wear, finding one article of clothing he sniffed it to make sure it was clean. Nodding his head, pleased that the shirt was clean, Richard went about finding some bottoms go with the top. Once he had found what he wanted, he walked over to his (thankfully) private bathroom and turned on the shower. When he felt the room get steamy, eliminating the previously cold air, Richard slipped off his boxers and stood in the delightfully warm spray of the water. For a while he just stood under the soothing mist of the shower with his eyes closed, thinking about who his parent’s had invited for breakfast. He hoped it wasn’t about him, that it was maybe so random relative who just decided to randomly pop in. Realizing he’d killed enough time relaxing under the water, he began to bathe himself; scrubbing all of his parts until they were squeaky clean.
Rinsing the soap from his body, he turned the water off and proceeded to dry himself. Throwing his shirt and pants on ,he then began to brush his teeth but was interrupted when he heard banging on the door to his room. Spitting out the toothpaste, and throwing open the bathroom door he shouted “Yes?!” “What are you doing in there? Are you even ready?! We’re all waiting on you!” The voice, this time his mother said. His ire decreased somewhat, since he didn’t loathe the woman as much as he did his father, less venom was in his voice when he replied. “Yes, mother. I’m practically finished perhaps if you hadn’t interrupted me as I was brushing my teeth I would be out of my room already.” Hearing an annoyed huff on the other side of the door, his mother said “Alright, just hurry please the food is done.”
Shutting his bathroom door with a slam, he turned the water on and continued to finish brushing his teeth. ‘Waiting on me? Psh… If they’re so hungry then why the hell do they need my presence to eat? I damn sure wouldn’t wait for their sorry asses, could they be anymore ludicrous?’ He mused. Spitting the final bit of paste from his mouth, he then began to work on his hair. Deciding to forgo spikes today, Richard to out his gel and smoothed his raven hair down pulling the tips of his hair into points, giving himself a very sharp stylish look. Opening his medicine cabinet and taking out a small kohl pencil, he lined his eyes thickly, making little points at the corners of his eyes making them look more cat-like and his blue eyes ‘pop’ more.
Nodding his head in approval at his look, he left his room and proceeded to go down stairs and join his parents for breakfast. As he descended the stairs he heard his parents talking to their guest, pausing he listened to what they were talking about and of course it was about him. Rolling his eyes, he continued on and the walked into the kitchen. Upon crossing into the kitchen, Richard’s eyebrow rose in confusion at seeing a Father in full priest regalia dining with his parents. When his parent’s finally noticed his arrival he heard his mother gasp and his father’s chair scrape against the floor as he made his way over to him. “I thought I told you to wear something decent.” His father said between clenched teeth, trying to reign in his notorious anger due to being in the company of the priest.
“I thought this was decent.” Richard said with a shrug. Pointing shaking a finger at Richard’s shirt, his father ground out “You call what you’re wearing decent? Especially that…that disgusting shirt.” Richard smirked a bit and shrugged his shoulders again, he’d purposefully picked the shirt with a technical diagram of how to insert a tampon just because his parents said they’d be having someone over. Richard had no idea that it would be a priest though, that’d made the situation even better; dare he even say priceless?
“Now, now Herr Kruspe. There’s no need to be so upset with the boy. It’s quite clear that he wore the shirt just for the sake of getting a rise out of the both of you. The same goes for the heavy eye makeup and the leather pants, all a cry of attention. Quite typical of most his age.” The Father said matter-of-factly. Going from a slight smirk, to outright laughter; Richard slowly made his way over to the table, ignoring the slightly disturbed looks on his parent’s faces. Still laughing as he pulled a seat out and sat upon it, Richard snatched a piece of buttered toast from one of the plates. Taking a bite and narrowing his eyes at the clergymen before him he spoke in low tones “So Father…” “Hirsch.” The man supplied.
“So Father Hirsch.” Richard repeated. “You think you have me all figured out don’t you? Based on the bullshit information my parents have fed you and the few minutes I’ve stood here before you.” Pausing to take another bite of the toast and leaning in closer, he continued. “Well let me tell you something. You know nothing of me and they…” Now gesturing to his parents. “Know even less. I don’t do anything for anyone. I have no desire for anyone’s attention and I don’t care about pleasing anyone. I do what I want and I don’t want to hear any more of your stale trite ‘one size fits all’ analysis that you probably feed to all the parents that call you in when they think their kids aren’t being the good little robots they think they should be.”
With that he sat back in his seat and continued to consume of buttery piece of bread. Father Hirsch sighed as he took off he glasses and cleaned them on his robe. “Well you are quite correct Richard. I don’t know you or your side of the story when it comes to the problems you seem to be having in your life. But…” He then produced a manila folder and opened it revealing Richard’s past and current grades. “I do know that you are filled with potential and that you are exceptionally bright…” At this Richard leaned further back in his seat mumbling “Here we go…how’d I know it was gonna come to this shit?”
Continuing as if Richard hadn’t spoken, Father Hirsch spoke on “But since you ran away your schooling has suffered immensely and you will without a doubt have to repeat the year. And that is what I am here day for. I’ve come to offer you the opportunity to attend the St. Boniface School for Boys, if you don’t know it’s a prestigious school for boys with intellect such as yourself. An since one of your main grievances, from what you parents have told me, seems to be you blatant distaste for sharing a living space with them; you get to live at the school.”
Richard put his hand up to silence the man. “So you’re telling me that you want me to attend some stuffy school full of pompous douchebags and coexist with them?” Nodding his head, Father Hirsch said “Yes, minis the ‘pompous douchebags’ you are correct.” “Do I have to wear one of those oh so homogeneous little uniforms those type of schools love to coerce their students to wear?”
Nodding his head once more, Father Hirsch confirmed “Yes, you would have to wear a uniform.” “And what if I say no?” Richard inquired. His mother’s mouth snapped open, but Father Hirsch placed his hand on hers in comfort. “’No’ to what exactly?” Father Hirsch asked trying to see if Richard was heading in the direction he believed he was. “No to it all, both the school and the uniform.” Richard answered.
His father decided jump in the conversation again “Look Richard, you only have two choices to go to school or to jail for stealing that car, because the person who’s car you tried to take is apparently considering pressing charges.” ‘Shit!’ Richard thought, gritting his teeth he knew he wouldn’t be able to survive in jail so he chose the alternative. “Fine…” He spat out. “I’ll attend this school of yours.”
Father Hirsch gave a warm smile. “I’m glad you made the better choice, Richard. It would be a waste for someone as bright as you to waste away their life in jail.” Richard huffed and crossed his arms, looking anywhere but at the priest or his parents. “So when do I attend this school?” He asked morosely. “You leave tomorrow morning, my personal driver will be escorting you there.” Father Hirsch explained. “Do you have any other questions ?” When Richard didn’t make any sound or movement of acknowledgement, the priest stood and made to leave. “It was a pleasure meeting you Richard, and I hope you do well in all of your future endeavors.” Father Hirsch said as he walked towards the door.
“Thank you very much, Father Hirsch.” His mother said as she walked him to the door. “Yes, Thanks a lot Father. Hopefully this will get him on the right path.” His father spoke. “I believe this school will do him some good and perhaps introduce him to some positive people. Well, I must be going. I bid you good day.” Father Hirsch said as he departed the home.
Walking back into the kitchen they saw Richard getting ready to leave through the back door. “Where the hell do you think you’re going now?” His father said. “Out. To think.” Richard said dryly, still refusing to look at his parents. “No, you’re not going anywhere.” His father bit out. “Look Dad. I already agreed to go to that bullshit school. It’s not gonna kill you to let me have one last day of freedom.” And with that Richard fled the house, intent on putting as much distance between him and his house until he had to return later to pack his things.
Walking down the street with no particular destination in mind, he came to a park and decided that it would be a good place to hide out for a while. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a crushed box of cigarettes, not caring that the cigarette was kind of bent up he lit the end and sat upon a bench. While sitting and having a smoke, he pondered his plandestination in mind, he came to a park and decided that it would be a good place to hide out for a while. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a crushed box of cigarettes, not caring that the cigarette was kind of bent up he lit the end and sat upon a bench. While sitting and having a smoke, he pondered his plan of action. Should he just high-tale it out of town now? Or should he wait until he was at the school and then breakout. He pondered over the pros and cons of each and eventually picked the latter option. It would be much better for him to wait until he was at the school because from the way the Father made it sound, it seemed like the school was quite far away. If that’s true then that would mean it would be harder for them to find him if he escaped and it would also mean a new place to explore.
Nodding to himself at his wise decision he tossed away his cigarette and lit another broken one. He sat there for hours, watching people go by and the sun change position in the sky. Finally, just as the sun started to set, Richard decided to go home before his parents started to think he ran again and call the police to drag him back home. Taking the long way back home, he climbed over the fence and entered through the back door which was always left unlocked. Walking through the kitchen and into the living room where his parent’s sat watching some inane television show, he didn’t say anything to them and made to go upstairs. “I’m surprised to see you back; I thought I was going to have to phone the police again.” Came the voice of his father.
“I’m sure you did.” Richard muttered in response and continued his ascent of the stairs, intent of retreating to the safety of his room. Swinging open the door to his room, he immediately locked the door. Picking up his traveling bag, Richard began to search his room for clothing and other items he needed for his next excursion. Once he finished that task, it was now time for his ritual of playing his guitar before bed. Repeating the same process as the night before, he sat upon his bed and began to play. This time playing fast and hard as opposed to the spiraling dreamy sound he had played earlier, these riffs were thick and substantial carrying waves of anxiety and apprehension.
This night, he knew wasn’t going bless him with the sweet escape that sleep provides one with, so he played continuously; burning each note he played into his mind for later recollection. He played until dawn broke, until he could hear a muffled banging on his door. “What?!” “Your ride will be here in thirty minutes, you should get ready to go.” His mother informed. “Yeah.” Was the toneless response Richard uttered. After he heard the footsteps disappear down that hall he resumed his strumming, intent on spending a little more time with the only thing that made being home bearable. Feeling somewhat content, Richard stood and stored his guitar away; staring longingly at the closet door unsure of when or if he’d get to play it again.
Slipping into a band shirt he found on his bed, Richard walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and fixed his hair a bit; he then picked up his bag and left the room. Once he was down stairs he walked past his parents who were standing in the hallway, not saying anything to them and opened the front door to wait for his ride to pull up. “Richard, I hope you know we love you…” His mother began slowly. Richard’s face twisted into a sneer at what his mother said. ‘Yes, hitting me over the years to beat “the fear of god” into me is certainly the normal way to show love.’ Richard snickered in his head.
“And we’re hoping that you attending this school will finally get you on the right path. The path to God, and then all of the anger and wrath you’re feeling will be banished by His light. If you just repent for the lifestyle you’ve been living, then everything good will fall into place. He gives to all who accept Him.” She finished and his father echoed her sentiments with a grave sounding ‘Amen’.
Still not even looking at his parents, Rolling his eyes Richard sarcastically muttered “Oh yes, I’m sure it just that easy.” just as a vintage looking large black car pulled in front of the house. “Oh, look my ride is here.” He pushed the screen door open not even uttering a ‘goodbye’ and walked over to the car. An older man got out of the car and walked over to Richard. “I’m assuming you are Richard?” He said.
“Yeah.” Richard said glumly looking at the ground. “I’ll take your bag.” The man said. The neatly dressed man took Richard’s bag from him and then opened the door for him to get in the car while he put the bag in the trunk. Sliding into the car, Richard put his seatbelt on and rested his head upon the cool leather seat. The driver got into the car and shifted the car into gear and began to pull off. Richard looked out of the corner of his eye at his home and saw that the front door was already shut. ‘Figures. At least the feeling is mutual.’ He mused.
[Chapter Two: Survivalism]
He then looked at his silent driver in the car’s rearview mirror. ‘He’s pretty damn hot despite the odd haircut.’ He thought. ‘I wonder if I should start conversation. Nah, who knows what that priest told him. Probably said I was some “hellion child awash in sin” or another one of those classic lines that clergymen always seemed to spew’ Richard snickered to himself covering his mouth to muffle his laughter. He saw the driver raise a brow and shake his head.
Richard felt the beginning itch of embarrassment for probably looking like a mental case for laughing at nothing, but he squashed it down not giving a fuck about how he appeared to anyone. He especially didn’t care now since he was about to willingly go suffer at something that was akin to a prison, even though the attractive driver was way less likely to converse with him now.
The ride was silent, so silent that the sleep pixie decided to visit him again, sprinkling her lovely sleeping dust upon his weary person.
{Dream Sequence}
“Mommy? Why do I have to go in the closet again?” A six year old Richard cried as his mother pulled him by his shirt to the hallway closet.
“Because you failed to play the song correctly. God does not like it when you don’t praise Him properly, so you’ve got to go ask for forgiveness for you lack of desire to please Him.” His mother scolded as she threw the closet door open and pushed him into the closet, locking him in the dark.
Turning around, Richard began to bang his small fists on the wooden door. “Mommy! Mommy! Please! I’ll play it right this time, just let me out. I’m sorry.” He shouted as hot tears fell down his cheeks.
“It’s not me you should apologize to, it’s Him!” He heard his mother shout from another room.
Richard cried and pleaded for a while longer, until he could hear loud gospel music being blared and gave up deciding to try and sleep.
{End Dream}
The car hit a bump waking Richard with a start, jerking him out of his dream. “Are you ok?” The driver asked, looking at him in the mirror. “Yeah, I’m alright.” Richard replied looking out the window. “Hey, how much longer ‘til we get there?” “A while.” The driver responded vaguely. Richard rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his seat. ”Do you think we could stop for a bit?” The driver responded with a flat “No.” “C’mon. I’m really hungry and it’s not like your transferring a prisoner.” He slightly whined. Richard heard the driver try and stifle a laugh. “Ah, it’s nice to know you’re not a robot.” Richard said. “Now how about some food, I’ll pay for it.” Those must have been the magic words because the driver’s face lit up and he pulled off of the highway. “What do you prefer to eat?” The man asked. “I dunno anything. Let’s try and find something fast.” Richard said rubbing his stomach.
“What about that döner stand over there, that’s fast.” The driver motioned to the food stand on the opposite side of the street. “Yeah! That’s perfect.” Richard said excitedly. Making a ‘U’-turn at the traffic light, the driver pulled into the little parking lot and the two go out of the car. While the two stood in line, Richard took the time to look over his reticent driver more closely. He was cute, really cute, he had nice little ass and his aloof attitude made him even more desirable. ‘Damn, if only I were older maybe I’d have a chance.’ Richard thought. When it was their turn to order they stepped up and ordered, the nameless driver ordering a traditional döner with everything on it and Richard ordering one without the Tzatziki sauce.
Once they got their orders, they went to go sit at one of the picnic tables they had for patrons of the food stand. Richard, not one for silence (especially when hot guys are around) tried to make conversation with the taciturn man. “So what’s your name?” Richard asked thinking that he’ll at least answer that simple question. “Paul.” Came the hushed reply. Feeling excited that he got a response, Richard continued to try and make conversation. “Cool. My name’s Richard, but you already knew that. If you don’t mind me asking, why are you a chauffeur for some old guy? You don’t seem like the type to want to do such a job.”
The man now known as Paul, shrugged as he ate his food and eventually responded. “A job’s a job I guess. Definitely not what I wanted to do, but shit happens.” Richard nodded his head in understanding. “Yeah that’s true. Are you from up north?” Paul nodded and said “Yeah, how did you know?” Richard smiled as he balled up the paper from his food. “I can tell from you accent. I remember I left home once and made it all the way to Potsdam and man did I have trouble understanding the people there.” He reminisced. “Hm, interesting. Are you ready?” Paul asked. “Yeah, let’s go.” Richard replied.
After throwing their garbage away they got back into the car and back onto the highway. Richard looked out the window at the blurry scenery and sighed loudly. “What’s wrong now?” Paul asked. Surprised Paul even said anything, Richard responded quickly. “Nothing, I just wish I could’ve brought my guitar with me.” Looking at him briefly in the mirror before turning his eyes back to the road, Paul asked incredulously sounding genuinely interested “You play guitar?” Nodding his head Richard replied “Yeah, it’s a black ESP EC-1000T” “You have good taste.” Paul remarked. “I play too, I have a white Gibson Les Paul.”
“Really?!” Richard exclaimed excitedly. “Those are awesome guitars, they have such a rich warm sound to them.” “Yeah, they sure do.” Paul mused dreamily. The two chatted happily nonstop the whole ride, speaking on the favorite bands and who inspired them to play. Paul eventually opened up some and told Richard about his stint in an actual band that got to tour. Richard listing raptly as Paul spoke of the shows he played and things he saw, with Richard hanging on his every word. And Richard spoke of his life and experiences. As always when people are enjoying things, time, the fickle thing it is seems to race by; leaving its subjects bewildered as to where it went.
Sighing to himself, knowing that they were almost to their destination Paul interrupted Richard’s rambling about how lucky he was. “Well, Richard. “ Paul began. “I really like you, you’re a cool kid. And I’m sorry for all the crazy shit you’ve gone through, but we’re almost to the school.” Richard shrugged to himself, having already accepted his fate. “It’s alright, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Paul looked at Richard pointedly in the eye via the rearview mirror. “You could always escape.” Richard smiled wily smile that said he was already two steps ahead of Paul. Seeing that Richard was already on the same page, Paul’s grin echoed the one plastered on Richard’s face.
“We’re here.” Paul said as he pulled up to a large gate. Paul rolled his window down and pressed a buzzer, then the heavy gate looking gate began to slide open. Driving down the long gravel road Paul spoke up again. “I bring Father Hirsch down for a week twice a month and I have to stay with him to chauffeur him around if need be. If you’re still here by that time I could sneak you out some times and we can go get drunk at this little pub in a nearby town.”
“Hell yeah!” Richard said excitedly “I’ll definitely take you up on that offer, if I decide to stick around.” Pulling up if front of a large, antiquated building the car crept to a stop. Paul got of the car to go retrieve Richard’s bag, while Richard lingered in the car not ready to go out. Knowing he couldn’t stay in the car forever, Richard got out and took his bag from Paul who was patiently waiting. “You wouldn’t have any cigarettes by chance?” Richard asked with puppy dog eyes. Smirking at Richard, Paul reached into his jacket pocket and threw the whole pack at Richard. “Are you sure?” He asked unsure. Paul nodded. “I have a feeling you’ll need them more than me. Now follow me, I’ll show you where to go.”
“Thanks.” Richard said as he stuffed the cigarette box into his bag and followed behind Paul. They walked through the large doors of the building and through the empty halls. “Where’s everybody?” Richard questioned. “Today’s the last day of summer holiday, the students will return tomorrow.” Paul explained. “Oh.” Richard said lamely.
The finally came to an office and walked in, they stood at a desk and Paul hit the bell at the corner. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Came a voice from another room. A few minutes later an older man in father’s collar and black dress pants stepped out. “Ah, you must be Richard. We’ve been expecting you, come with me and I’ll show you were you’ll be staying.” All three walked out of the office. Paul began to walk in the direction he came. “I’ll see you later, Richard. Remember what I said.” Richard nodded and waved. “See ya.”
Following behind the Father, they walked through the building as the man spoke about the school. “As you’ve probably been told, this is the last day of break for students. So you’ll have your room to yourself tonight. The building we’re currently in his where you’ll be attending class, you’ll have a tour tomorrow.” They left out of the current building into a common area outside. “Over there is where you’ll attend Mass, there’s a field to play sports if you’re interested in that. And this is where you’ll be residing.”
The Father pulled open the door and they walked into the large building. Walking up the stairs and down the long hall way, they stopped at the door at the very end. “This is your room and you’re key, I think you’ll be sharing with a boy named Christoph. School starts at 8.30. You’ll be getting your uniform and schedule tomorrow, your roommate has the same classes as you so he will be showing you around. Also there’s a shower and toilet in the room. There’s no one else here aside from one of the priests who live on the property, so feel free to explore if you like. I’ll be in the office of the main building if you need me.” With that the Father left Richard to his own devices.
Sighing and walking over to the bed next to the window, he sat down on it unsure of what to do. Deciding to just take a shower and try to get some more sleep he opened his bag and took out some clothes to sleep in and some soap and shampoo. Turning the shower on, Richard stripped and stepped into the hot spray of water. Washing himself he thought about the day’s events. He was glad to be away from his parents again, but he was unsure about his current situation. Could he really acclimate back into a school setting? That was one thing he was didn’t know. And the people, how would they be? All these thoughts were giving him a headache, a nap was definitely in order after he got clean.
He wished he could’ve convinced Paul to let him off on the side of the road, but he didn’t want to get him in trouble. Perhaps when he comes back, he could convince him to take him to the town he spoke of and let him leave from there; then it wouldn’t be on his hands. Finishing up his shower and drying himself off, Richard still mused about his conversation with Paul. Eventually getting stuck on how cute he was and how dashing his smile was. ‘Why couldn’t he find someone like that to sweep him off his feet and take him away from all the bullshit?’ He lamented in his head as he left the bathroom and flopped on to the bed. Richard laid there for an unknown amount of time, many thoughts racing through his head; eventually he gave into the fatigue that was creeping in on the edge of his senses.
Author's Comment: So what do you think? I think it turned out pretty well, like I said earlier these first few chapters lay out the foundation for what's going to occur later so don't judge it too hard just yet. I'll post the next four chapters when I have time to type them up. Until then have an awesome day/evening! <3
Well, I don't know yet, I don't know which way this is going, but there are many possibilities on a boarding school *veg*. And it's not going to be much like Harry Potter, is it? *grin*
ReplyDeleteI'd like to see where this goes.
ReplyDeleteInteresting beginning.....let's see more!
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ReplyDeleteI want to read more. It is really good so far
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