This is my secound story. all comments are allowed. tell me wut you all think. also if you are reading this then read Part 1 first or else this wont make any sence. Enjoy

Decisions (Pt2)

They say ‘Time heals all wounds’ however time can’t do shit to a broken heart. Time can dull the pain, but there is always going to be that faint ace that will remind you.

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The sudden anger and pain of a shove all came at once as Donnie sat up and wiped his mouth off. “What were you doing!?” I just sat there in utter lunacy and scared as hell at what he might do to me and I didn’t even DARE answer his question. But finally I got up enough courage to answer but all that came out was “I thought… um… I….” his eyes went wide and he said “ugh. You thought I was…” his mouth dropped and a look of disgust washed over his face so suddenly I thought he might puke. But all he did was continue to wipe his mouth as if wiping it might make what happened disappear.
“I think you should go” he pointed to the door and his voice sounded rigid like a stone, cold and demanding. “But I thought…” “NOW!!” this scared the hell out of me and I was out of that room and on the road heading for my house in less then six seconds. I didn’t stop running until I reached my house three and a half miles from Donnie’s. I was never into sports or nothing but anyone who saw me might of thought I was in cross country because I was easily running ten miles an hour or more nonstop. Even though I felt the lactic acid build up in my thighs and my calves I still ran, I ignored the pain and ran, ran and ran. At that point I felt no pain and no worries, just an anatonymous drone running for no dame reason.
As I reached the front door of my house I slowed down enough to catch my breath and walk in. I thought I had myself together until I closed the door and fell to the ground sobbing. My brother heard this, well my brother by law not by blood, and ran to me. “What the hell happened?” he said, a worried look upon his face. My brother knew about my love for Donnie and he thought it was cute. He himself was Bi so he didn’t hate me for being gay. “I told Donnie, well not told but…” I threw my arms around Steve and took him into a hug, the one Meant for Donnie. Steve knew what happen even before the words could escape my mouth. He hugged back trying to make me feel better, but it wasn’t helping. I stayed there, in his arms and crying into his shoulder. Then he grabbed both my cheeks and looked me straight in the eye. His face was so sweet and tender and caring. Almost like moms when she wasn’t being a bitch. He suddenly took me into a kiss that lasted all of seven seconds, but it was more then enough to make me feel better.
He let go and looked into my eyes, my soul and all my problems seemed to dissolve as I looked into his amber eyes. He said “don’t worry to much about this. You’re strong and very handsome.” “I’ve seen you pull through these kinds of predicaments once or twice before” “ya but they all pale in comparison to this” “it doesn’t matter, Time heals all Wounds” “ya well I don’t think a broken heart can heal.” “im sorry for what happened but you must move on. On your own time.” “Okay Steve, Ill try.” He smiled at me and pecked me on the cheek.
We spent the rest of the day watching T.V and joking and in no time at al I was in my bed and piecing the day back together. I must have been thinking a bit to much because as soon as I shut my eyes my alarm clock went off. It was time to face the inevitable and the painful. But I might as well go for it.
I got onto the Bus and Noticed that Donnie was no where in sight. I expected as much but I was hopping that he was here for some odd reason. I sat down in the front and stared out the window into the snowy white abyss to try and get lost with what little time I had. The bus stopped I got up and walked out, not even phased by the bitter cold due to the pain in my entire body. Donnie was still no where insight and I felt even more depressed. Well the Day went by slowly and the only time I felt ANY happier was in welding. My teacher Kevin Jordan asked me. “hey Kilo do you know where Donnie is?” ‘ya he’s planning my murder’ I said “no I don’t” “hmmm… he usually doesn’t miss school at all” “ya well I guess he’s just sick or something” “Hmmm” and he went into his office to submit his attendance. The rest of the Day was slow but I managed to get through it and to survive the bus ride home.
The next day was a repeat of Tuesday and so was the next day but on Thursday I seen Donnie. He was at the front office and I expected he was getting an Excuse slip. I didn’t want to bother him so I moved on to my next class which happened to be Welding. I got my coveralls on and my gloves. As I got to my booth Donnie opened the door, shot me a dirty look and went into Kevin’s office. I felt like shit the second I seen that face and even more so when he didn’t get his coveralls on. He just sat at the table across from the booths and put his head down. He didn’t lift it back up until the bell rang.
Donnie was distant and vacant he didn’t talk to anyone or make eye contact with anyone. He just sat and slept through the whole day. When the finall bell rang and I headed to my locker Donnie walked past me and he bumped me. Not to hard to make me almost fall but hard enough to let me know he didn’t like me. A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my furry cheek and I quickly dried it with my hand.
I didn’t feel like talking when I got home. I just went to my room and laid on my bed, not thinking or feeling just laying. The rest of the night was a blur. I didn’t eat so I just want to sleep and woke up and did my routine again. Take a shower, get my clothes on and get to the bus. Donnie was there but he didn’t make eye contact with me he just stared outside. I sat down and did the same. Five minutes later we arrived at the Devils Play pin and we all got off.
Donnie was silent the rest of the day until the final bell rang. As usual I got to my locker and got my coat and headed for the main entrance. But as I got to the stairs Donnie bumped my yet again and this time hard, Hard enough to make me loose balance but Donnie was the one to get mad. He pushed me to the wall and said “watch the fuck out Fag” this caught the attention of all the students around us. “You all heard me. This kid is a fagot. A Disgusting one at that” I was Shocked and humiliated and most of all pissed. I wanted to hit him but I knew he would kick my ass. “fuck you” I said to him, and loud. He looked at me with a pissed look and he chocked his fist back and all I could do was wait for the final blow. But there wasn’t a blow instead there was something else. Something I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
Donnie was kissing me. Not just a peck on the cheek but a full French kiss. I thought this was a mistake until I felt his hands on my ass pulling me into him. I didn’t want to think all I did was kiss pback as much as I could. End Of part 2. Part 3 coming soon.