|Fields of grass
Author: RedHotFlamingos PM
Sam opened his eyes and looked around the vast field of tulips. Lifting his hand slowly and carefully he rubbed his cheek, smudging the lipstick mark that Seth had delicately placed on his cheek in the process of leaving ... SLASH.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 2,346 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-02-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2843965
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Sam opened his eyes and looked around the vast field of tulips. Lifting his hand slowly and carefully he rubbed his cheek, smudging the lipstick mark that Seth had delicately placed on his cheek in the process of leaving him. He looked half asleep, half awake at his hand and saw the red lipstick on his soft fingertips. Laying back and looking at the sky, blinking every so often so that his eyes would accommodate the glare of the bright sun shining directly above him, he sighed and wondered were Seth was. Seth was Sam's boyfriend, they had been together for four years. He was nineteen and Seth was eighteen. He didn't care that Seth was younger; all that mattered was that he loved him and that Seth loved him back. They were childhood best friends, running through and playing in the vast fields that lay just outside their house without a care in the world.
Sam was a well built nineteen year old, with short, recently cut black hair. His six pack and bulging muscles were glistening in the sun. He was tanned, unlike his sister. He figured he was tanned because of the Indian tribe his ancestors were related to somewhere back in his family's history. He had a very defined face and a lust for sports. He loved running, he loved football; hell he loved pretty much every sport. He was using his white polo shirt for a blanket and he had taken of his trousers before he came out wearing only his white and blue beach shorts.
Seth on the other hand wasn't quite as built as Sam. He was only 18 years old and still growing. He had a six pack though and Sam loved that he wasn't as well built as him, he was tanned, he was from the same Indian tribe. His black hair was longer and untamed unlike Sam's clean cut hair. In other words, he was everything Sam had ever dreamed of apart from the fact that he knew if Seth put his mind to it, he could easily over power him.
The neighbourhood was a small place with about 2000-2500 people living in it. All the people varied in ages, the oldest being 98 the youngest was unborn. It was a quiet town and everyone knew everyone. Or at least it was a quiet town and everyone thought they knew everyone. But soon the small town learnt that looks can be quite deceiving. No one is ever what they seem. You see on the 6th August a series of muggings, robberies, attacks and murders began. It lasted four weeks. The attacks, and the murders took place on men, the robbings and muggings on the women. No one in the town could understand who was doing this, and most of all couldn't figure out why. Everyone in town got on well and no one hated or disliked each other, so why was it all happening?
Sam picked himself up slowly still not fully awake and pulled on his white polo shirt. He rubbed his hair with his hands, he yawned and looked around the field, searching for his boyfriend. Seth wasn't there. He was no where to be seen. Looking down at the ground where they had spent the day lying in the long grass, sighing, he began to walk back to his house, running his fingers through the long grass enjoying the feel of it touching his skin, plucking a few tulips as he did this. They would make a perfect gift for his mum he thought. The sun was still shining, but his eyes had become used to the bright light now, looking away from the source of the light he began to stare at the houses he was walking towards while making a mental note of the things he needed to buy from the shop. eggs, milk, butter, sugar, flour, chicken, pain killers.
All of a sudden Sam was ripped from his state of peace by a pair of hands covered by black leather gloves. The hands grabbed him and covered his mouth tightly before he had the chance to scream. He looked up for a brief moment to see a group of five or six men, walking towards him all carrying motorbike helmets, all wearing motorbike gear. The pair of hands holding Sam, began to lift him up, not flinching even when Sam kicked him in the legs. He continued kicking him as the men followed them into the sunset further and further from the houses. Sam's life flashed before his eyes. Everything was racing through his mind. He was scared, he thought, as he knew they were going to hurt him. Were was his Seth? were was he, he needed him more than ever and he wasn't here.
Sam struggle as he thought were the hell is he, trying to remain calm in the situation. why is he not helping me?! he is dead when i see him. suddenly he froze, the thought dawned on him. if I ever see him ... crap, what if they kill me? no i don't want to die, I'm to young, I've got to much to live for. He could feel the panic building up inside of him, he was losing the battle against it. I can't die, please, oh my god I'm crying. stop it. your not 5. compose yourself man! The tears were streaming from hid face, he couldn't control himself. Sam needed his boyfriend. But he wasn't there.
He was crying, no doubt wondering were i was, he had no idea it was me carrying him, he would hate me when he found out it was me. I hated myself for making him cry, for doing this to him, but it needed to be done, this needed to happen. I do wish he would stop kicking me though, it was quite sore. Seth thought trying not to make a sound due to the pain of being kicked. Seth turned his head to the side to see one of the men taking out a kitchen rag, and then producing a bottle of what he guessed was the chloroform. Unscrewing the lid, the guy began to gently tip the bottle and poor a little onto a rag he had pulled from his pocket. I felt Sam struggle in my arms, I assumed he had seen the rag. A moment later he was walking towards my baby with the rag in his hand. He couldn't watch, so Seth shut his eyes tight, Sam began to struggle and scream. It took all of my strength not to drop Sam and punch the guy square in the face, it was killing me watching this, but like I said before ... it needed to be done.
Sam struggled against the man holding him, trying to kick him on the shin, in desperate the hope he would let go, giving him the opportunity to run home. He didn't, the guy carrying the rag on which he had previously put something on was edging closer and closer to him. After using all his might to struggle his way out of the mans tight grip around him, he gave up and just hung there limp, waiting for his impending fate. He looked up to see why it was taking so long, only to have the damp rag shoved onto his mouth, causing him to struggle and cough, he began gasping for air, trying to fight his captor without success.
My eyes are burning, I want to gag. where is he Sam thought, desperate pleaing in his mind for help. I feel faint, I think I'm going to black out … Why is he not here? I need him .... so badly.
Sam's eyes flickered open, not fully opening and not fully closing. There was a bright light shining down on him, the rest of the room doused in darkness. He continued blinking, hoping his eyes would adjust to the new and foreign light. His eyes had finally adjusted to the light, after a short period of repeatedly blinking his eyes. Sam's head was spinning, he felt ill, like he was going to be sick. In fact, he was going to be sick, before he knew it he had brought his lunch up and it was lying splattered on the ground to the side of him. He was tied to a chair, in a strange room. Where on earth was he?
Seth kissed him, on the cheek. Gently and softly. It was my pathetic attempt at trying to reassure Sam things would be ok. I wanted to tell him it was me, but I knew if I did he wouldn't forgive me. No doubt he thought I was sending a search team around the neighbourhood looking for him.
I continued to kiss him, pecking his neck lightly because I knew he enjoyed that. Moving down his neck I began to kiss his shoulder I didn't want to stop kissing him but just as I felt him beginning to relax I stopped myself. A felt a shudder through my spine, he didn't know it was me, so he must think it was another boy kissing him, why he was enjoying it?! Seth's mind went into overdrive, picturing Sam doing things with other men behind his back and before he knew what he was doing Seth lifted Sam's head up and smacked him across the head as hard as he could. Over and over again Seth hit him increasing the force of his hits every time, the sound of his lovers screams and cries hitting him like a cold blunt dagger to his beating heart.
How could he?! After four years! I thought. How can he enjoy being kissed by another man? I know it was me doing it, but he didn't. He should be pushing me off, refusing, but no, he pushed into me as though he didn't want me to stop. How could he, after 4 years? Great, I'm repeating myself and its all his fault. I loved him and I was certain he loved me. Obviously I was wrong. He is going to regret this, I'll make sure of that.
I hit him harder and harder trying to release all my anger and frustration on him with every hit. I could feel his warm blood on my hands, I wanted to stop, I needed to stop, but I couldn't, I just couldn't, I was far to angry to stop, something was driving me to continue. After several more punches to the face and stomach Sam stopped fighting back and just lay there, taking his beating, I just assumed he had given up and stopped struggling, I figured he had accepted his fate. I stopped hitting him, finally having gotten all my anger out. I turned him round to kiss him again and apologize, his eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing. I began panicking, so I grabbed him and began CPR, trying to bring him back with all the strength I had left. After what seemed like hours and hours he didn't respond, then it hit me like a ton of bricks, oh my god, he was dead, …. I had killed him.
I sat back in shock, unable to get my head round what I had just done, the realisation of the whole situation dawned on me, I began to cry like a small child who had lost the favourite toy, I wanted him back, I wanted my toy back. I just killed him, I was rocking back and forth, wanting so badly to turn back time, I would have given anything to do just that, I would have given my life, just to kiss him once more, to feel his tanned skin touching me, to feel his hot breath on my neck, his moist lips on my mouth. Then suddenly I was jerked from my dream when the door flung open and all the boys that had helped me with the plan crammed into the room and began to sing ….
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear …."
They looked at me confused, rocking back and forth in the corner, then I heard a gasp and the men looked down to see Sam lying dead on the floor, lifeless and cold, all because of me. They looked over to me, trying to figure out what has happened and saw the dark red liquid on my hands, dripping down my leg onto the cold stone floor beneath me. The man who had used the rag before hand slowly walked to him and knelt down to get a close look and check his pulse, before looking up at me with a disbelieving look on his face.
"Y-y-you … killed h-him. W-why?!"
Upon hearing those three words, I put my head in my lap and began to cry even harder than I already was, If I had been given the option of life or death, its obvious which one I would have chosen. I pulled out my phone, wiping the tears from my face and dialled 999 with the men still staring at me in disbelief, when the call was answered and the person on the other end asked "Emergency services, what can we do for you?" I simply said … "I just killed my boyfriend." and hung up the phone letting it drop to my side with a bang as it hit the cold ground, whimpering while I waited for them to come, knowing they would be here within seconds. The men were looking at each other, fearing for their lives, I told them to go, one of them protested but I quickly told him to shut up and just go away I wanted to be alone with my boyfriend, for the last time.