Hated Minds
"YAY, THEY ARE OUT" a voice yelled from behind, oh no, not her. I turn around, tom grabbing me by the hips, pulling me into him. I could feel his cock though his and my pants and I wanted to moan at that moment but her face. No, her vary existence made me want to kill her without remorse. And I know that is her plan, like last time.
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind but came to no avail, so I started talking, keeping my eyes shut, "Why are you here Amy?"
"What I can't see my half brother randomly?"
"No you can't, and you are no sister not even halfway" I said with strain in my voice, I could feel every fiber of my vary being tingle with anger, I could taste it. In the back of my head, I could hear a voice advise me of the problem and to get her out now. "Get out of my house or you will be flat on your ass after I make sure you muzzle is broken to the point I fell content, and you know that it won't stop"
"Stephy, Stephen, bring yourself down." He turned me around and gripped my face with both of his paws. I felt my mind slip into the darkest part of my head, not wanting to see the light. I could feel myself slipping into a dark morbid place and the blood lust I felt wanted Amy's blood.
"I said," I turn around and looked dead center into her soft gray eyes with a burning hate that could melt solid metal, "get out of my house."
"Fine, fine, I'll go" she said as she turned around and started to walk out of the front door, all the anger went from white hot to just a simmering. I could feel my mind coming back to me, and then I looked into Tom's eyes, and then I felt something hit my mind, I was holding his hips. I never felt my arms move from my sides.
My mind was yelling no at me, that this was wrong but my heart, it gave me something to think about with the way it was beating and the image that I got. It was the white shepherd laying on my bed with me laying on top of him, in afterglow. What took me aback was the fact that I looked happy.
"Tom, I need time to think, this isn't something that I can just jump into without thinking it though" I said as I pushed him away to make space between us. But then I heard something hit the floor.
"O crap, I sorry, I'll clean this up" his voice sounded as if he was in a panic, and by the look in his eyes that I could only see for a second or two, it looked like he was about to cry. I grabbed him by the shoulders and hugged him. This must have really broken him.
I reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him into me, rubbing the back of his head, trying to soothe him. He was shaking badly when he wrapped his arms around me and then... he started to cry. He tried to talk but the words died as soon as they started, and they started a lot. The only words I got were dad, no, home. It didn't take me long to put two and two together, his dad knows and he kick him out.
"You can stay with me, you know my dad thinks of you as a son. Hey, hey, I want you to know I'm here." I said as I held his head to my shoulder, letting him cry as I stroked the back of his head. The shaking started to slow to a slight tremor.
"BUT....but I...I lo..." he stopped, but I knew what he wanted to say, and I wanted to hear it from his muzzle, to hear it once from him.
But just then, a knock came from the door, taking me away from him. I walked to the front door, looking at a lot of the art work that I have made, from age 2 to my most current piece of work, a sketch of me, my father, mother, and little brother, but that was when I was 7 when real picture was taken, and it was lost to the world when she had the crash. I looked away, the memory to painful to take, and walked quickly to the door and opining it as I feel the cold metal handle under my paw. I turned and opened the door, but it was pushed hard as soon as I cracked it a little, a tall, muscular, German Shepherd walked in with a single barrel shotgun.
The hit from the door made me lose my balance for a second but I ran after Mr. Shepherd as he said one thing:
"Where the hell is that bastard kid of mine"
"He's not here, he left about an hour ago" I had to lie, to keep him safe, even if he didn't become my lover, he was my friend.
"It must have been you who corrupted my son, I never liked you cheetah" he talked as he walked in to my kitchen, but I ran to the left couch end table and pulled it open.
I smashed my fist into the false bottom and grabbed the contents, a Colt .45 and a clip, and put the clip in. Dad said to use this as a last way out, and if they have a gun, go for the head.
I could hear the sounds of hitting as I ran into the kitchen; I looked to the small door in the corner of the dining area. The door was open. I ran down the steps two at a time, wanting to keep him safe. When I got to the bottom, I could see Tomas, sitting down with his back on a wall, knees up to chest and his head between them.
"Drop the gun" strength came to my voice, as if I had something that I had to fight for. I knew that somehow, I was falling for him. The mind can lie but the heart sees the truth.
He turned around, taking the gun from Tom's head and took aim at me. I pulled the trigger, aiming for his head but then I felt something hit me, like a train. I fell to the ground, but my body felt numb, but I could feel warmth coming from my chest. I looked at myself, seeing my shirt becoming red. Somehow, my mind stopped the pain. I looked over to my left as I felt something touch me and could see Tomas clearly before my vision got blurry.
Everything was getting dark when I heard the works that my heart wanted to hear, I love you from the lips of Tomas Alan Shepherd. And then, quiet darkness.