That Boy is a Monster
#2 of Judas
~That Boy is a Monster!~
It's been more than a year since I confessed my love to that wolf. That wolf with the tribal markings running down his left eye that changed from ice blue to sea foam green. And it's been 10 months since he left without telling me.
It was the day before Valentine's Day that we started going out. Rock was scared that he would be a social pariah if people knew he was going out with another guy, especially one a few years younger than him. To be honest, I was a little afraid of the same. As a result, we kept our relationship a secret from everyone, even Skyler, my brother and Rock's close friend.
We would carry on as we did before in public, then, when we got behind closed doors, we would get a little dirty. No, we never had full, anal sex, but we made-out, gave each other paw jobs, I gave him a few blow jobs, and he'd occasionally play with my ass, but nothing more.
But I digress. Those were the happy, sweet memories. There were also bitter memories as well. Like when Rock left for college and didn't tell me. Or when I was lonely and check my phone constantly for messages from him, even though I knew he didn't have a cell phone. Eventually, I just moved on.
Or, at least, I acted like I moved on.
I didn't cry anymore, but I wailed like a banshee on the inside. I didn't check my phone every 5 seconds, but I prayed to Goddess that he would steal someone's phone to say "ily" just for me. I went on with normal life before we started our "fling," but on the inside, I was dead.
On the day that would have been our anniversary, I didn't do anything special nor did I sulk, it was just a normal day. But, by no means did I not want to break down and cry at any point during the day.
From then on, I had experienced a mix of rage and sorrow. Anger and sadness. The cycle was that I was sad that I hadn't seen him since the summer before. Then, I would be angry that he left me without a word and that he hadn't made an attempt to contact me. Then, I would hate myself for hating that perfect wolf. Then, I would be sad that he was gone, and thus, the cycle was complete.
As summer crawled closer, I wondered if he would return for summer break. Part of me said, "Why would he? He didn't come back for winter break, so why should this be any different?" I thought about asking my brother, but I decided against that for two reasons. First, they didn't choose the same college so they lost most contact, and second, I thought it would cause him to suspect something happened between Rock and I. Hey, I never said I wasn't paranoid.
If there was one thing I hadn't even imagined could happen, it was exactly what happened on the first day of summer break.
It was a Saturday, around 7:00 at night. My parents had left a few days earlier and said they wouldn't be back until Monday. Skyler had left earlier that morning with some friends to go on a road trip and he would be back Sunday night. Great, I hate being home alone at night, just because I think that is when someone will choose to break in. Again, I am paranoid.
I was in my room listening to Bloody Mary by Lady GaGa while sitting upside-down in my computer chair. My pet, calico cat was sleeping peacefully on my bed covers until we heard the doorbell ring. She opened her eyes, yawned, and then fell back asleep while I got up to answer the door. I opened the door and my eyes widened.
Rock was standing in front of me. His white fur is longer, but still looks like snow and appears fluffy and soft. His runes going down his face are just as mystic and tantalizing as ever. His only word was "Hey." His tone is as sad as the look in his eyes.
I let a tear fall from my right eye and echo back, "Hey." I knew that yelling at him wouldn't do anything productive. Rock is a lupine of few words, so his tone says more than his words. I can tell he's sorry. "Come in." I sigh.
I hold open the door as he walks past me. I get a whiff of his familiar scent and I shudder silently. A few more tears fall. I am not strong or brave. I am surprised I am not sobbing. I quickly wipe the tears before they begin to matt my fur.
I lead him to my room. He chooses to sit on my bed, my kitten now sleeping in her favorite spot in my closet, and I plop down in my computer chair.
We sit in silence for a few minutes.
"Why?" I asked. When he didn't reply after three seconds, I knew he was silently asking "'Why' what?"
I continued, "Why did you leave without telling me anything, not even goodbye?"
Rock turned his head to the side and I could see his ice blue eyes begin to water.
He sighed sadly and said, "Because I was an idiot. I didn't want to talk about it because I knew it would be painful, but it wasn't until I was actually gone that I realized that it was much worse not saying anything.
"...You're an asshole, ya know?" I said as I wiped a tear away. I didn't shout it nor did I try to sound angry. "You have no idea what went through my mind. After three days of not seeing you, I went to your house," I saw him cringe when I said that. "And you're mom tells me that you were already gone, what was I supposed to think? I thought it was your way of breaking up with me or telling me that I was just a fling. I never got that out of my head."
As a side note, I should mention that his house was a mobile home. U had never been their prior to looking for him. I got his address from Skyler's phone. Rock's mom was sitting on a couch that had rips and holes in it everywhere. His mom was a skinny wolf with the same white fur, only it wasn't anywhere near as soft or fluffy. She didn't look a day over 40 so she must have had Rock at a young age. Rock had told me he was an only child and his father had left when he was young. He did mention that he and his mom were poor, which is why I never asked to go out on a real date, aside from keeping the relationship a secret, (How weird would it be to see an 18-year-old wolf going out to eat with a 16-year-old wolf/husk?) but I never imagined they were so poor to be in a mobile home. (Not to discourage those of you living in mobile homes, I am just too accustomed to the middle-class lifestyle.)
Rock turned back to face me and said, "I did think about that. I regretted the choice immediately. Ii tried to get too a payphone and call you. As soon as I got the change out, I remembered I don't know your, or anyone's, telephone number." Oh, well, that explains a bit. "There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about you. There were days I thought about just dropping out and come back here, just to see you."
"Why didn't you just go to the university in town?" I asked.
"They didn't accept me. The one I went to was the only one that did accept me."
"And why didn't you come back for winter break?"
"Couldn't afford the bus ticket if I wanted to return home this summer. The last couple weeks, I've been eating nothing but one cup of ramen noodles a day. I'm sure my mom hasn't been living much better."
"...So, that just leaves one question: where does all of that leave us?"
Rock stood up. "Babe, I just wanted to see you again. I haven't even been home yet. I want to be with you at all times. But, it's your choice. If you want to kick me out and never see me again, then so be it."
I stood up too. I inched my way over to the white wolf who stood three inches taller than me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, raised to a bit on my toes, pushed my muzzle gently against his, and firmly kissed him. He was taken a back for a second or two. After he realized what was happening, he out his arms around my midsection and began to kiss back. It didn't take long for him to gain back the dominance. We slowly fell back onto my bed, identified with a soft thud. We made out for about a minute or so before we had to catch our breath.
I had rest my head on his chest. His body was a bit skinnier than I remembered, no doubt from his diet, or rather, lack of diet, but he was still toned and firm.
I've missed my wolf so much. His masculine scent, his quiet and string personality, his wonderful body, his familiar touch, all of it.
Rock broke my tranquility with a rueful sigh. "Koga, before we go on with this, I have a confession to make. I don't expect you to take it all that well, either."
There was only one thing that could make me not want to be with him. "Did you sleep with another guy?" I asked flat out.
"Well, not with another guy. One night, in late March, I went to a party, and I guess someone spiked the punch, 'cause I got drunk. I had a one night stand with a female wolf, and... I got her pregnant."
We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I could hear his heart beating so quickly, and I asked the next, unexpected question. "So, who gets the child?" My voice wasn't angry or anything other than genuine curiosity.
"Huh?" Rock replied, very surprised.
"Who gets the pup?" I repeated slowly, smiling.
"Uh, she wants to keep it and I get to see it every once in a while. She comes from a well-to-do family so she told me not to worry about child-support or anything. Are you... okay with this?"
I shrugged. "Yeah. You said you were drunk and that it was a one night thing. Plus, it was with a girl. I remember you telling me about a week after we started dating that you had no interest in women."
Rock rolled out from under me, crawled on top of me, flipped me on my back, and smiled down at me. "Thanks, babe." He said. He leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. "I have good news."
My ears perked. "Oh? What is it?"
"I have to take off two years of college to work and save money for tuition and to buy food and stuff like that. So, I will be back in town for two years."
My eyes widened, my heart raced, and my brain revved into overdrive. Rock was coming back for two whole years. "That is fucking awesome!" I exclaimed quietly. I tightly hugged him.
Rock laughed. "Yeah, I've got a friend who says she can guarantee me a job at a department store's distribution center. I'll be lifting boxes and stuff, but I start off with more than minimum wage."
"That's awesome. That mean we'll get to spend more time together now?"
"Mhmm." He hummed. Rock nuzzled the side of my face. I murred. He said, "Koga, I promise I will never leave you ever again. It hurt way too much to be away from you."
"I'm gonna hold you to that." I said, while my arms wrapped around his body. "You know, there were a few times I thought, "That Boy is a Monster." I could tell he felt a little guilt and maybe some hurt. "But," I interjected, "It's a good thing I love Monsters."
He giggled and kissed me on the cheek. "You wanna know something that you may not know?"
"What's that?"
"When you feel a certain emotion, your eyes change color-"
"I know that, genius." I cut him off. "Everyone who knows me knows that."
"Yeah, but if you'd let me finish." He said with a playful smile on his muzzle. "When you were asking me why I left, you felt sad and angry, right?" I nodded, "Well, when you were feeling both of them, both of your eyes were alternating between blue and purple, and neither was the same color at the same time."
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Yup. Bet you didn't know that."
"Not at all." I said.
We laid there for a few minutes in silence. Peaceful silence.
"Hey, babe?" Rock said.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I spend the night here? My legs are sore from running here straight from the bus station."
"You ran all the way here? That's like seven miles away! Are you nuts?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I wanted to see you so badly."
"Aw, you're too romantic, yoouuu scaliwag." My nickname for him when he does something stupid. "Skyler won't be back until tomorrow night so we can share the bed without anyone seeing us."
"Awesome. Thanks, babe." He said.
I crawled out from under him to get ready for bed. I glanced at the clock. 10:37. Damn, we've been here for a lot longer than I thought. I changed into silky, black pants, a clean T-shirt, turned off the lights, and crawled back onto the bed.
Rock got up for a second to get himself comfortable. I could see his silhouette in the dark, thanks to the full moon. He was taking off his clothes. First his shirt, then his socks, and finally, his shorts. Dammit, if I'd left the lights on, I could have seen this Adonis in his boxers alone (like I haven't already.). Oh well, I've got the rest of my life to explore and play with that amazing body.
I rolled onto my side and faced towards the closet, like I always do. Rock hopped under the thin, silk sheets and began to spoon me, throwing his arm around my waist. "G'night, babe." He said.
I shifted back and forth to get closer to him, as if it were possible. "Good night, Rock." I said, truly happy for the first time since last summer.
~M-M-M-Monster~