Losing His Touch | By : Myaku Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Golf-Mike Views: 773 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“How dare you think you can get away with that shit in my house! No son of mine will live in such sin! Get out now if that is your plan!” The first sentence was accented by a slap, the other two by kicks to the stomach and ribs. Golf put his head down on to the floor and took a deep shaky breath. His father looked down at his son crouched on the rug. He delivered a final blow to his stomach and left.
When Golf was sure he was gone, he let all the unshed tears he had fall down his cheeks in great rivers. Choked sobs were ripped from his throat painfully slow, making it raw. His father had slapped him before but he had never been kicked. He didn’t want to stay in the living room but he couldn’t get to his feet to leave. He couldn’t stay on the floor; someone would find him and ask him questions. He got up onto his hands and knees and started to crawl towards his room.
This proved harder than Golf anticipated. The stairs up to the second floor rose like a great mountain from the foyer floor, mocking him. He wanted to get up them as quickly as he could before someone saw him. He made it to the middle before his legs gave out and he hit his face on the stairs. He bit his lip on impact and gave himself a few scratches. His lip stung and he knew it was bleeding but he couldn’t rest until he got to his room. He got up onto his knees again and returned to the climb.
When Golf finally reached his door he found that it was slightly ajar. Someone was in there waiting for him; he hoped to God it wasn’t his father. He pushed it open and crawled into the room. What he found was Mike sitting on his bed, staring intently at him. Golf smirked to himself, painfully straining his lip and made his way over to the bed.
“What the hell did he do to you?” Mike gasped.
“He beat me like I wasn’t his child,” Golf told him. He pulled himself onto the bed and collapsed onto the mattress. He didn’t care that he wasn’t resting on his pillow. Mike got off the bed to give him room and to examine the damage. Bruises were forming on his face, a few scratches marring his skin. The split lip was indeed bleeding, but he couldn’t see the bruises that Golf knew were displayed on his ribs. He didn’t think any of them were broken, but the bruises could go down to the bone. Mike hesitantly touched one of the bruises on Golf’s face. “There are more on my chest,” Golf told him. Mike’s eyes widened slightly as he grabbed for Golf’s t-shirt. He helped his brother remove it slowly.
Purple, black, gray, and a sickly brown-green disturbed the tanned skin on Golf’s chest in grotesque patterns. The skin was tender, but nothing was broken. Mike’s hand was at his mouth as he gently pressed around Golf’s stomach to make sure everything was all right. “I’m going to get you some ice and a few Tylenol,” Mike told him. Golf nodded and Mike left the room. Once he was gone Golf closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It hurt to take anything but short breaths. Golf didn’t know what he was going to do, how could he tell Mike that he had gotten hurt because of him? “He saw us, didn’t he?” Mike was standing in the doorway, holding two ice packs and a bottle of Tylenol. Golf nodded. Mike let out the breath he had been holding and came over to the bed. He put the two ice packs on Golf’s rib cage and went to get him a glass of water. “Take two of these,” Mike told him as he handed him two pills and the glass of water. Golf swallowed the medicine and leaned back against the wall. “Why didn’t he want to see me as well?” Mike asked.
“He doesn’t blame you. He thinks that because I’m older I forced you into it and that it’s entirely my fault. I’m not going to let him think any different either, I won’t let him hurt you,” Golf answered.
“That’s not fair. I touched you first,” Mike complained.
“Yes, you did, but I won’t let him do this to you. If you tell him you initiated anything I’ll tell him you’re lying and that I started it,” Golf told him.
“But he’ll hit you again!”
“And I’ll keep quiet and take it. He isn’t going to touch you.” Tears were running down Mike’s cheeks, he wanted to hold his brother but he knew it would just hurt him. He leaned over him instead and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I’m getting my sleeping bag and staying with you tonight,” he whispered. Golf turned his head and looked at Mike’s tear stained smiling face. He nodded and Mike got up again. Golf knew they would have to talk about their relationship and that they would have to be a lot more careful if they were going to continue it. If their father caught them again Golf knew he would be kicked out, disowned, and Mike would be forbidden to see him until he was old enough to live on his own.
“We can’t keep this up,” Golf told Mike has reappeared carrying a blue sleeping bag. “If he catches us again he’s going to kick me out and pretend that I never existed.” Mike spread the sleeping bag out onto the floor next to Golf’s bed, ignoring the conversation. “Mike, you know I’m right.”
“Please, not now. We’ll talk about this in the morning. We can’t talk about this now,” Mike pleaded. Golf sighed and closed his eyes. Mike turned off the light, laid down in his sleeping bag, and went to sleep.
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When they awoke in the morning they were alone. Mike wandered down to the kitchen and found the note their father had left. They were to have the entire day alone and if the family came back and found Golf still at home they would know that they had stopped all sinful activity. If he was gone, he was to be disowned, forgotten, and Mike would be sent to a boarding school in another part of Thailand. Mike felt his chest get tight as he read the letter. They really couldn’t escape it. He clutched the letter in his hands and brought up to Golf’s bedroom. “Dad left us a letter,” he told Golf.
“Oh God, what does it say?” Golf asked him.
“They’ll be gone for the entire day. If you’re still here then they’ll know you’ve repented and if not then you’re going to be disowned and they’re going to send me to boarding school in another area of Thailand,” Mike explained. Golf took a deep breath.
“I guess this is the end then,” he whispered.
“You’re really going to give up just like that?” Mike gasped.
“If I’m not here I can’t protect you from him. That is my main duty as your older brother,” Golf explained. “I’m not leaving you alone.”
“Make love to me then. Just once before we have to end this,” Mike told him.
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The brothers watched the sun set from Golf’s bed. They knew the rest of their family would be coming back soon so they were trying to enjoy each other’s company for as long as they could. Finally, Mike sighed and got out of the bed. He got dressed and looked at his Golf who was lightly sleeping. He smiled and kissed him on his forehead. Even if they would have to be more careful he didn’t care, all he wanted was his brother with him.
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