6 : The Gays

“It’s beautiful up here, isn’t it?” Christ asks softly. Robin just nods, agreeing.

“I really like this penthouse you get me. Thanks, Christ.” And he curls his arm around his waist. Christ just smiles. Worried being seen, he tells Robin, “I’ll get you a drink.” and he off to the bar inside, but he doesn’t notice Robin follows him.

Christ is making the drink when Robin suddenly comes and hugs him so tightly.

“Come on...” He whispers.

“To where?” Christ asks, curiously. And Robin winks at him.

“We haven’t check out the upper floor, yet. I heard there’s a bed up there.” And he stares into Christ’s eyes. Christ chuckles.

“I see...” And Robin pulls him upstairs. True, it’s bedroom up there and Robin quickly takes off his clothes and jump on the new bed.

“It’s good. Very comfortable. Come on, Christ. Take off your clothes and get up here!” Robin says. And so Christ does. He puts on his pyjamas shirt and a short, and he relaxes next to Robin.

“I’m happy, you know, celebrating the first day in new house, with you.” And Robin pulls Christ to cuddle.

“It’s been so long since we last get to be alone...like this...” He adds, whispering into Christ’s ears.

“I’m busy, you know, with...” Christ tries to explain but Robin cuts him.

“With all your rock tours and shootings for new films, I know. Well, I hate to say this but I’m jealous of all your heroines.” Robin pulls on a face.

“Ah, don’t be!” And Christ kisses Robin. He knows what he wants when he makes that sulky face.

But Robin wants more...

And more...

“No!” Christ pulls back. “No, not now.”

“What’s wrong, Christ? We haven’t done this for so long! What is wrong with you?!” Robin feels insulted with Christ’s sudden rejection. Thing’s been going well, for a while, at least.

“I... I’m, I’m not really, really in the mood to do that, right now.” Christ stammers. And he gets up from the bed.

“You know what we really need, right now? A bouncing night in the dive bar. Come on. Get your clothes on.” Christ tries to cheer up the mood. Robin doesn’t say a word, but just follows.

And off they spend the night in the bar, dancing the night away...

Until they get sleepy.

“You know what?! I’m getting sleepy! Maybe we should head home!” Christ shouts out. The music’s just too loud!

And so, he sends Robin home.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay for the night here?” Robin begs.

“I would love to, but I got things to settle first thing tomorrow. I’m sorry, maybe next time.” Christ makes excuse.

“Alright. Give me good night kiss, here.” Robin commands.

“Here?” Christ questions.

“Yes, here. There’s nobody around. If you kiss me upstairs, I won’t let you home.” Christ gives a long sigh. He looks around and when he’s sure, there’s nobody, he gives Robin a goodnight kiss. A long one...

“I love you...” Robin whispers softly.

“I love you, too.” Christ replies, and when Robin off for the elevator, he goes home, does he?

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5 : Doomed

        From all places, I choose to be at Bridgeport. I’m excited because this is my first time getting on a ship! On the way, surrounded by clear sea water, seeing those little fishes swim by, the feeling is incredible, I almost cry!

“Yes, fishes. We’re free.” And I smile alone, daydreaming. And the siren startles me.

“Bridgeport, 5 minutes drop by!” A sailor on duty tells the passengers. “Take your belongings and exit this way.” He adds. And in haste, I get to the ‘Exit’ section. There isn’t many dropping by. They get down off the ship and cars are already waiting for them. Family or close friends, maybe. And I watch them leave.

Hang on. I have a bad feeling. What could it be?

“My luggage! Nooo!!” I scream in terror. How could I forget about my luggage? I must have been too excited, or too rush to get off the ship. My bad. Now, how am I going to live? I take a glimpse of the town I’m heading.

“I’ll survive.”

        Helplessly, I get away from the port. There’s no point waiting there. What makes things worse; I don’t have a mobile phone. I couldn’t call anybody for help. Wait a minute? Who am I gonna call anyway?

A moment, I walk...

A moment, I run...

        Until I reach a gateway to a subway. There’s a map nearby. Man, what places are these? I totally have no idea. And that’s when I realize a presence of a food truck. My stomach growls, which means I’m hungry. But I’m simoleonless. Maybe I can try asking for some free foods?

“Err... Excuse me?”

“Yes, bitch?” A lady in the truck asks me. She calls me bitch? She even stares at me from up to toe. And she lifts her left eyebrow at me, looking curiously.

“Errr... I just came here, err... For a vacation. But I accidentally left my luggage on the ship. I don’t have anything, anything at all. And I’m hungry. Will you have some mercy for me?” I make up that vacation thing, and ask pathetically.

“If you want some free food, sorry, bitch. Everything ain’t free in here.”

“Please! I’m very hungry! I would take anything! Even if the foods’ spoilt with flies, I won’t mind! I really need something to eat!” I cry.

“Sorry, bitch. Can’t help ya. But I can tell you one thing. Be a slut for a night, and you’ll have everything that you sight. Easy, fun job! HAHAHA!” She cracks out an evil laugh. And that laugh reminds me of Pablo. And I start wondering, have I made the wrong decision to come here?

        I walk away from the food truck, with my stomach hungers even more. As I’m sobbing, I pass through a junkyard.

“Maybe I can get some scraps from there and sell them, earn some simoleons and get some foods? Oh, I love that idea!”

So, I get down and begin digging for some scraps. I don’t realize it’s almost dark.

And I’m too preoccupied digging, I don’t realize there’s a man standing behind me.

“Oh, darling. I’m hungry.” He approaches. I jump in surprise. I turn around and there’s a scary man behind me. I gulp in fear.

“Errr... I’m hungry, too. I’m trying to find some scraps... So I can sell them and... Find some simoleons to buy... Err... Some foods.” I tell him.

“Oh, innocent... HAHA. You’re not from here, aren’t you? Your accent is sexy. It turns me on.” And he leans towards me.

“Please, don’t!” I cry. “Yes, I’m not from here. I run away from my parents because they don’t care about me! Now, please leave! I don’t wanna make any trouble with anybody! And I’m begging for your mercy, please!” I turn around and cry. I’m scared.

“As I said, your accent is just too sexy. And since your parents don’t care boutcha, let me do the honor to care for ya. Trust me, I’ll make it less painful. HEHEHE.” And he chuckles. It’s scary!

“No, please don’t! Just leave me alone!” I cry out. And he jumps on me.

        And we wrestle. I struggle to let go, while he tries to take advantage on me. He pulls off my braid, holds my hands tightly that I barely able to move, and kisses me violently. He’s so strong, I almost give up. I’m so weak. And the last thing I hear is his evil laughs before I feel my head is stomped to the ground. I lost my consciousness...

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