Savior 13

“You let him go?”

“What else could I do?”

“We have to go get him,!” yelled the teary-eyes blond boy, as he leapt up from the couch.

Jasmine reached out, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“Then what? What are you going to do Timmy? If he doesn’t want to be here, he doesn’t have to stay.”

“Yeah but…I can explain it to him. Then he’d want to stay,” Timmy pleaded, on the edge of another emotional breakdown.

Jasmine wrapped her arms around her fragile little brother. Like so many times before, she’d surround him with love while he cried out his lonely, little heart. All they really had in this world was each other.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out honey,” she whispered into his delicate ear.

“I really liked him so much Jazzy. I don’t want to be alone forever.”

“I know. I know. Be patient.”

“I really thought he was different. I thought he was the one. Why can’t I just be normal? This life sucks.”

Those words stung so deeply with Jasmine. She felt tears welling up in her own eye ducts. It was, after all, her ex boyfriend who brought Timmy into this world of darkness. As a way to get back at Jasmine for leaving him, Skyler kidnapped Timmy. Stripped him from life as he knew it and turned him into the creature of darkness that he will forever be. Timmy didn’t make this choice. He wasn’t given one.

Skyler has such a wicked side. One of pure, sadistic evil. If Jasmine tries to take revenge on him, or manages to kill him. He has like-minded vampire friends who would slowly kill her parents, and do much worse to her youngest sister. A girl of only nine, who’s life would be destroyed a hundred times over, until she was forced to relive her past life for all eternity, much like how her older brother has. As overwhelming as the urge was to end Skyler’s life, the trade-off was to high for Jasmine. She’s spent countless hours, plotting and planning. Looking for a way to exact her revenge. One day she will have her justice.

“Timmy. It’ll get better, ok? Don’t give up hope. You’re still very young and there is a lot to learn. Maybe we should get away from here. Leave Chicago. We can go anywhere in the world. Anywhere you want to go.”

Timmy didn’t put much thought into what his sister just offered. His mind was still occupied with other things. He couldn’t get the image of Tyler out of his mind. He was everything he ever wanted, but it seemed now, his dream will never be fulfilled. He kept telling himself, if you want it that bad, sometimes you have to fight for it. Somehow, he would give it one more chance. One more try before he calls it a total loss.

In a quiet, defeated voice, Timmy said, “I’m going to my room,” and with slouched shoulders, he shuffled his way down the hall.

Tyler had one of those dead to the world sleeps where you don’t wake up once during the night. Hell, he didn’t even move. It wasn’t until his mother rousted him for school, that he finally rejoined the awakened world.

“Come on sweetie. Time for school.”

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I could get just one more day? One day off of school and go back tomorrow?”

“Hmmm…well, I suppose. But that doesn’t mean you get to go traipsing around town. I want you here.”

“I know. I won’t go anywhere.”

“Well, your father has already left for work. Why don’t you come down and join me for some breakfast. I’ll make blueberry waffles. Maybe I can get you to help me with some laundry and cleaning too.”

“Ugh. Maybe I should just go to school.”

“Very funny. Up. Up. Get up,” she responded, while bouncing the foot of my bed playfully.

I stood up and reached for the ceiling in an exaggerated stretch.

“Where in the world did you get those,?” my mom said while gazing down at my boxers, more amused than angry. I had forgotten that I was wearing the pair I had borrowed from Timmy. They were way to small for me, and more than a bit revealing. Mix that with the remnants of my traditional wake up call that all boys can relate to, and umm yeah, embarrassing. I quickly made to cover myself, to hold onto any shred of dignity I might have left.

“Oh please,” my mom snickered, as she made for the door. “I don’t even want to know where you got those tiny little shorts.”

I was thankful that she spared me having to explain why I was wearing them. I was also reminded of where I had gotten them. Maybe I overreacted when I stormed out of there last night. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but it wasn’t without regret. I was already missing Timmy more than I would have imagined. I was really starting to enjoy my time with him. As weird as it probably sounds to other people, I was going to leave his underwear on. It was my last and only connection to him. It made me feel good.

I went to the bathroom to take a piss. I stopped in front of the mirror on my way out and caught a glimpse of what my mom had seen. I stopped and stared at myself, fighting to suppress my laughter. I looked ridiculous. I was pretty average, based on my secret exploration in the locker room, but these poor underwear were working overtime to try and contain me. They gave the illusion that I was very well equipped, the way they drew everything in together and bulged out. The top was pulled so low that my modest dusting of hair was even visible. Without correct placement, I could easily spill out these, above or below. I wonder if that was what Timmy wanted? I wonder if I turned him on the same way he turned me on? I made my way back to my room. Threw on a shirt and sweats, and joined my mom in the kitchen for homemade waffles. I needed a distraction from the road my head was traveling down. I definitely had stronger feelings for Timmy than I might be willing to admit. Only now, after accepting it, I have to deal with the fact that I ruined any chance I had with him.

I spent the bulk of the day just hanging out with my mom. My instincts told me to run to my room and hang out there drawing and being lazy, but the magnetic medicine of my mom kept me near her. I did help her with chores, and we’d take breaks, watching TV and just talking. It’s funny how without even doing anything in particular, my mom helps me. She eases my mind and calms me down. I was sad when she eventually had to go to work. I really don’t get to see my mom enough. With her gone, I retired to my room. In less than an hour my dad would be home. If I was quiet enough, he wouldn’t even know I was there.

I spent the rest of the night confined to my room. There was something about the way my dad looked at me last night that told me to stay clear of him. Finally, at about nine o’clock, I couldn’t hold my bladder any longer. I had to risk him hearing me and knowing I was home, to avoid wetting myself. It was unlikely he’d come upstairs anyway. I was startled when I saw his irritated face standing in the other side of the door when I stepped out. He blocked me in the doorway, staring at me with his distant, glossy eyes.

He hissed, “when did you get here?”

“I…umm, I’ve been here all day. I didn’t…didn’t go to school.”

He smirked at me, enjoying my discomfort. “Is that right?”

“Y…yeah.”

“Let me see your hands.”

I held them out to him and he roughly grabbed them and twisted them, peering at my fingers. “You didn’t even hit back, did you?”

“N…no sir.”

He turned and walked back toward the stairs to be with his true love. Beer. As he hit the first step, he looked over at me with a disgusted smile. His parting word, “figures,” spat out like a bitter poison.

I quietly shuffled back to the safety of my small room, grateful that he only chose to insult me verbally. He’s such an asshole. I just laid on my bed listening to very quiet music, waiting for my body and mind to shut down, so I could drift off to dreamland.

Also sitting in the solitude of his bedroom was Timmy. He hadn’t come out of his room since he shut himself in the night before. His sister had been up for hours, but he wasn’t in the mood for company. She knocked on his door, expressing concern for his isolation.

“Timmy? Are you ok? I have to go to work, but we really need to talk when I get home. I wish you’d just come out so I know you’re okay.”

Timmy unlocked his door and opened it a few inches, so Jasmine could see that he was fine. She pushed the door open a little bit further and kissed him on the forehead. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Ok.”

He shut his door again and waited until he heard Jasmine leave the apartment. He was tired of the confined space of his room, so he ventured out into the apartment. He heard some laughing and commotion from near the front door, so he quietly padded that direction. One of the few sources of entertainment around here was looking through the peephole, to spy on his neighbors. When he got to the front door, he saw a backpack leaned up against the wall. He unzipped it and saw it was Tyler’s.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He decided he needed to bring Tyler back his bag. Tonight.