Night Of The Brothers: 'Second Life'
#5 of Night Of The Brothers
Night Of The Brothers: Second Life
"It hu...
Night Of The Brothers: Second Life
"It hu...
Night Of The Brothers: Second Life
"It hurts... Tyler..." - Said Emjay as I was about to enter the bus. I wish I could tell him how much it hurts me too...
I sat on the back seat and discreetly looked through the window. Emjay was sitting there, shaking as he cried his eyes out. There is no turning back now... It is done.
There is only one place I could go to... Furview. I have a friend there and he owes me a favor. I will have to live with him for a few days until I find a house offer and then a job. I've spent 3 hours in the bus, finally being able to cry as much as I want without anyone bugging me. It helped... I was letting my emotions out in order to calm down.
Some time later I knocked on Mike's door. I wasn't sure if he still lives there but I doubt he moved. I was right. Soon enough a white tiger opened the door and smiled at me. "Tyler! What a surprise!" He hugged me before getting a better look at me. "What happened? You look really sad." Seems it was easy to see my pain. I had to tell him: "I think I'm in a depression... You see... first of all..." I started but I just couldn't finish it. He encouraged me with a slight, calming smile. "First of all I am gay..." I waited for a sign of shock or something. He shrugged: "Is this why you are so depressed? Jeez. Stop being so serious."
"It's not just that." He once again smiled while slightly tilting head to the side, expecting something silly. Seems he is an accepting fur. Let's see if I can trust him: "I got kicked out of house for having sex with Emjay." This time his smile dropped and jaw opened. After about 2 seconds he realized that and closed it but stayed silent and so I continued: "I know this is very, very wrong but... It happens... I love him... I love my brother but more than I should. This is why I came here. I have to start it all over but I couldn't do that in Clawood. This is why I came to you. You are the only person I know that lives in Furview and I was hoping you could let me stay here for a day or two until I find a place to live. I've got money so don't worry. I won't be here for long... that is, if you let me in."
His smile once more showed up. "But, of course. If not you I wouldn't be here but somewhere up there." - He said pointing at the sky. It's true. I stopped him from suicide and showed him there are things worth living for. Now I need similar help. He let me in, asking: "So why exactly did you leave if you love him so much?" I placed my suitcase near a couch and sat on it. He soon joined, sitting on a sofa in front of me.
"I decided it's time to get a grip and realize that I was hurting Emjay. We would never be truly free. People would think we are fucked up mentally and all of that... I also feel like I don't deserve him..." - I said while slightly grabbing onto the edge of a couch. "Why is that?" - He asked. "Couple of weeks ago he saved me from being ran over by a car... for a price of nearly dying himself." He shook his head: "Then I believe he did that because he loves and cares about you. I am sure you would've done the same." I had to explain in detail so he would understand: "If not for my actions from few minutes earlier then that car would never be there. We got caught in school toilets by a homophobe. I threatened the guy and I believe this caused him to ask his older friend to run me over."
He stayed silent for a minute or two, probably thinking about the entire thing. He then smiled and said: "Well. As long as you are depressed I am not going to let you live somewhere else. People do stupid things when depressed and company helps people forget about bad stuff that happened."
From that moment I knew I can trust him with everything. He's got a pure heart and I could use a company after all.
2 Days Later
"Oh, God, please no..."
"Emjay? What the-"
"P-please... don't do this."
"Do this? Do what? Emjay, where are you?"
"Daddy, please stop!"
"Emjay! Where are you?!"
"STOP IT!"
I woke up covered in sweat. There was something wrong about this nightmare... My guilt is haunting me. I wasn't sure for how long I'll be able to stand all of this. Mike knocked on the door: "Tyler? Tyler, what's wrong?" Obviously I must've been loud. "It's okay, Mike. A bad dream." I got up, dressed myself in clothes I've been wearing yesterday and walked out of the room, greeting Mike.
"I'm getting sick of these nightmares." - I said while making myself some breakfast from stuff I bought myself. (A sandwich with cheese, salad and tomatoes.) He ruffled my headfur while making some cereal before saying: "You know... I think I know what could help you." I doubt anything would help me. "And what would that be?" He started eating the cereal with cold milk while leaning over the kitchen counter. "We should go out somewhere tonight. Maybe a nightclub?" I wasn't really into dancing but I guess a beer or two would help me relax. "Alright... thanks."
And that's how my rehab started. We would go to a nightclub every evening and get tipsy and ending up doing silly things. It sure helped; alcohol to open up, 'Kalwi and Remi-Explosion' on full volume and a fur to talk to.
Ehh... This is so awkward. I knew keeping him here isn't the best idea. I can barely feed myself, let alone another fur. But I did... I would give him all the food I had, feeding him a bit once in a while, knowing it's dangerous to make his stomach full after days of starvation. It's been a few hours now since I freed him. You know... it felt stupid to watch him naked, struggling with pain that bastard gave him. I tried a few times to offer him my clothes but he rarely ever spoke and every time I would touch him, whether by accident or by trying to calm him with patting head he would shiver and move away. I couldn't take it anymore.
"W-what are you doing?" - The pup asked, looking really frightened, seeing me taking my hoodie and sweatpants off. I couldn't help but to joke... "I saved ya. You owe me somethin'." I know... it was kinda cruel. His eyes bulged. I started laughin': "Haha... chillax, man. I just can't look at you being naked... I mean... you're cute and gimme a boner but you'll catch a cold and that's a last thing we both need." I approached him but he sat up with a wince of pain and moved away: "I will be fine..."
I sighed and shook my head: "No... you'll not. Seriously, I can see you're not used to rough livin' conditions." I helped him put my hoodie and sweatpants on, leaving myself with just a thin undershirt and pair of boxers on. I could straight away see he felt better. He cuddled up to the hoodie and looked up at me. "Are you not going to be the one catching a cold now?" I shook my head: "Nah. I'm used to low temperatures. Say... what's your name?" He stayed silent for a couple of seconds before answering: "Emjay..." Poor thing. I don't think he trusts me. Must be because of that awful encounter. "I'm Roy." - I said with thumb pointing at my chest before adding: "And welcome to my humble manor... by sayin' humble I mean even a tramp wouldn't wanna live here." He chuckled for the first time.
"I-... thank you. I don't know how long I would last there." - Seems he finally started talking. "Longer than me I believe... How in the name of Merlin's pants did you end up there in the first place?" - I asked out of curiosity. "I... well... I wanted to kill myself after what happened the other day and he-" - I interrupted him: "Woah, woah, woah... Hold it. You were going to suicide? That's the stupidest thing you can do, pup. Like calling a fat person pregnant... or vice versa." He smiled which caused me to almost melt. "I believe I've got a good reason... two actually since being raped is no fun. Anywho... Just before I made up my mind he approached me and eventually convinced me to go to his place so he can talk me out of suicide... before you say anything... I normally wouldn't go with him but he was Tyler's best friend." I got a bit confused: "Tyler's?" He added: "Tyler is my brother. Which reminds me; do you know how I can get to Furview?" I made that kind of 'are you fucking kidding me?' face before saying: "Did that guy literally fucked your brainz out? Do you plan on going anywhere while walking like a duck with blood dripping down your butt?" He sighed. "I can't stay here. I need to find my brother." I shook my head: "I ain't letting you go any time soon. You need to recover, pup." He tilted head to the side. "Why do you call me 'pup'?" I guess I should be honest: "Cause I find you cute. Puppies are cute."
I could feel blush forming on my cheeks. There is something intriguing about him. He seems so free... living his life. I started to understand we all go through hard things in our life.
I was so stupid.
"Why do you have to find your brother anyway?" - He asked, tilting head to the side. Should I tell him? Will he regret saving me if I told him? Or did he earn himself some trust when he saved me back then?
"Woohoo? Mr. Daydream?" - I snapped out of my...well, yeah, Daydream and decided to tell him: "I... well, how do you put this... You know what platonic love is, right?" He nodded. "Well... Me and Tyler are brothers but... we kind of share more than platonic love." I waited for his reaction. He raised his eyebrows before saying: "Whatever floats your boat, pup. I am not a hater nor a religious to start telling you off." I smiled. "Cool."
Hmmm. I felt a bit of discomfort somewhere in my chest. And here I was thinkin' my loneliness would finally end. He's already got someone. Wind always blows in the eyes of a poor.
For the next few days I just stayed at Roy's hideout, recovering from my unfortunate encounter that he saved me from. Soon enough I started to learn this new way of living. I must admit it's hard and I am not even sure why I just didn't head back home. Guess I enjoyed his company and he seemed to feel the same. The days went on and I soon started helping Roy out with acquiring food and drink. Some time later I even sneaked into my house to get some clothes for myself in order to save Roy from running about in undershirt and a pair of boxers. I also left a note for my parents and Jack to know I'm alright and that I apologize for leaving them like this. I didn't mention why I did this since I wasn't sure myself but I guess Roy's company made me forget about the bad things I encountered. It's better than suicide, right?
"If you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain! If you're not into Yoga. If you have half a brain."
Here I was, drunk along with Mike, not thinking about any trouble... about Emjay. We walked back to his place and sat on the couch.
I stretched my arms before putting them behind my head. "Ahh... You know... I just realized it's been ages since I had so much fun... It's like a new life, this." He smiled: "A nightlife? A second life?"
"Yeah, kinda."
And then he did something unexpected. He nuzzled my neck. Something Emjay always did. The flashbacks came back straight away:
"I still don't get why so many people hate gays while drooling over two lesbians making out." - Asked Emjay, tilting head to the side.
"It's because it is mostly straight guys that try to be better than everyone else. First it was sexism, then racism and now this. Guess we just have to wait."
He nuzzled my neck before closing eyes and saying: "I don't mind waiting as long as you're near me."
"Ruuuuun, pup!"
"Get back here, thieves!"
Me and Emjay were running away from another savage shopkeeper that wouldn't give 20 dollars away. I finally found Emjay's presence useful. Now it is easier to rid of such shopkeepers. Carry on readin' and you'll find out. We sprinted for about 5 minutes until we got to the docks. It was time to set our plan in motion.
"Quickly! Into the boat!" - I shouted to Emjay, making sure the shopkeeper can hear it. We jumped forward just as we reached the end of a bridge. The shopkeeper jumped after us just to find out there was no boat. He fell into freezing water, making a big splash as we held onto the edge of a bridge, laughing our heads off. I then lifted myself up and helped Emjay by giving him a paw. The shopkeeper started swearing from the temperature of the water as well as the fact we roflpwned him.
"Ready?" - I asked. "Ready!" - Emjay replied and we both turned backwards to the shopkeeper, slid our pants and underwear off, showing our fluffy butts before saying: "Can't touch this!"* We did a few MC Hammer moves with butts still visible before pulling pants back up and running off while still laughing.
Half an hour later back at our hideout we started eating sandwiches with cheese and mustard. I believe we deserve a proper meal this time.
Emjay is really talkative while eating: "I am pretty sure that shopkeeper was a bit of a chav." I chuckled. "Yeah, he sounded like it. I love making chav impressions. 'Yes aye! I'm proper hard, like!'" Emjay started laughing at my lil' chav demonstration. I always blush when he laughs... He's so cute.
"You know..." - He started: "...I just realized you've got British accent. How come?" I took a bite of my sandwich before answering. Not like I eat a proper sandwich every day: "My parents were British. They're the only British people I talked to so my accent might not be as strong as it would be for furs from UK." He stayed silent for a minute or so while enjoying the sandwich before starting a new subject: "I am starting to like this lifestyle... It's rough but fun. You got me addicted to adrenaline and freedom." He actually doesn't mind my lifestyle, more of... he enjoys it. I smiled before replying: "For the past year I felt like I was born anew..." He got excited: "Same as me! It feels as if... it was a new life. A second life."
The next morning I had to wake Emjay up quite early. We had to be careful more than ever. I killed the wolf after all and he died not too far from my hideout. We sneaked out through the window. As we walked down the street he started a completely different subject that made me sad...
"You know... I think I am feeling well enough to start looking for my brother." - He said that while tryin' not to look at me. I somewhat knew this moment will come. As much as I'd want to... I can't stop him. It's his choice and I ain't selfish: "I knew you will eventually say that... And... I know I can't stop you." There was this moment of silence before he walked up to me and we hugged.
"Thank you... thank you for everything you've done. If not you I wouldn't be here today." - He said these words with a tear running down his cheek. I wiped it off and nuzzled his neck before saying: "It was worth it... we both helped each other... I really needed your company. It felt nice to finally have someone to talk to... I'll miss you." I couldn't help it... I started crying as well. We let go of each other and started walking different ways. Here I was... leaving the only person that treated me equally... my heart was pounding as I could not bear the reality of it...
Now that I turned away I knew he wouldn't see me crying and so I let my emotions take care of me... call me a crybaby but you get close to a person that saves you from something so painful as rape... while on that desk... I felt no hope... no joy... no end... He brought back the hope... soon after that he gave me joy... and after that he showed me it is not the end as long as I live and that no matter how rough a life can be... you can always make it out alive and happy.
"Emjay..." - I stopped and turned around. He was facing me about 4 meters away with eyes full of tears. "I... can't bear this... If... if I can't keep you with me then I want to go with you. Being free means doin' what I want, right?" I stood there, not believing this. He continued: "I've tasted friendship and I really like it... please, lemme come with you." I didn't answer. I just ran up to him and he run up to me before we hugged.
"Let's find your brother."
I woke up with a slight headache... Side effect of getting drunk. Took me entire 2 minutes to realize I've been sleeping on the floor next to the couch. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't use alcohol to forget about bad things for the rest of my life... I got up, my good mood dissolved along with the alcohol. I silently started my morning routine. Shower, cereal and so on. Mike soon woke up and got up from the couch.
"Morning." He said while scratching himself behind the head. I didn't reply. He straight away realized something was bugging me: "You're okay?"
"I can't stop thinking about Emjay." He shook his head and sat on the kitchen counter, next to me: "Listen... if you love him so much then why did you leave in the first place?"
"I told you... I had to. Josh was right. I've been hurting Emjay." He looked kind of surprised: "Josh? Josh Wilkinson?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" He seemed to be thinking about something before replying: "Dunno... I am kinda surprised he was fine with you being gay. He's hell of a homophobe." My ears perked up in worry. "He's what?"
"A homophobe... you know... when you hate gay f-... hey, where are you going?" - He asked me as I ran to my room and started packing. "I'm going back to Clawwood... I'm scared something is wrong."
If my assumptions are right... Emjay is in big trouble.
To Be Continued...
*MC Hammer - U Can't Touch This
Story is copyright © Mickey Torrento