Out of the hospital and on my way to recovery. Yeah, and AJ McLean is straight. He was waiting for me outside in the parking lot. It looked like he hadn’t slept for days. I would have asked him, but watched the forever burning cigarette between his lips instead.nextNever said anything the whole ride back to his place. Never said anything as he took my hand and led me inside. Never said anything as we walked up the stairs and towards his bedroom. Never said anything as he went down on me… He spoke after nothing happened.
“Not in the mood?”
I bit my lip. I couldn’t tell him. “I guess.”
He raised his eyebrows quickly and sat next to me on the bed. “Spanish fly is in the other room. Want me to get that?”
My voice was small. “It’s not going to work. I’ve tried everything with Justin and nothing.”
“You were with Justin?” He sounded jealous. He walked towards the door, slipping on a shirt. “I’m leaving.”
“Why? Because Justin and I tried to have sex?”
“No, because Wade is waiting for me.”
“Wade. What? He’s your boyfriend now?”
His face grew disgusted. He walked back over to me and nudged my dick with his foot. “At least he can fucking get it up!”
I couldn’t think of anything. I couldn’t…. JC left the room. I heard him leave the house. I was alone. Again.
I walked around the house, searching everywhere for that bottle of heroin he showed me in the hospital. I needed it. Wanted it. Yearned for it. Nothing in the bedrooms, nothing in the bathrooms. Kitchen…
His kitchen was naked. No table, no chairs. Nothing was in it. Just the phone on the floor with the answering machine beside it. No food. No silverware. No dishes. The water didn’t even work. The house was a ghost house… he didn’t live here.
The basement door was open. There was an odd smell coming from it. I headed down the stairs, muffled sounds of fear grew louder and louder as I came closer.
Shit. His angel. Arms tied above her head. Just skin and bones. I walked closer, “Gennie?”
She looked up. Her mouth opened to speak. Blood……
I shot up from the hospital bed. Sweating. Panting. Hospital… Justin slept in the chair beside my bed. He slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes, “Hey boy.”
“Where’s JC?”
Justin crossed his arms, “With Wade. Why?”
“Did I go to his house?”
“Chris… he’s in L.A. We’re in Orlando.”
“But he was here. We kissed. He was in this room. He brought me here.”
Justin’s eyes grew large. “No. I brought you here. You were at my place when you O.D. Britney called the ambulance.”
I stared at him. He was right there… he said he loved me.