Love Lengths

Chapter Two

Kyle

School was a chore, but it was better than being at home and worrying about whether or not his Mother would ever come home from the latest drinking binge. It had been two days and she’d not been home, not called or even texted him. Goddess only knew what she’d been doing. It had been at least two years since he’d stopped asking. This behaviour had been going on since he was 14, he remembered it clear as day; two months to the day after his father had died; or been killed rather.

She’d started by just going out for an hour, which he’d liked, knowing that she was finally out of the house and not in bed bawling her eyes out; but when it started turning into midday drunk sessions when she’d not come home for three days without telling him, he had to put his foot down. He’d called the police on three different occasions before they stopped trying to look for her, knowing all too well that she was just on another bender.

“Yo Johnson,” a voice called and pulled away from thoughts of where she was right now, “going for a game, you wanna come?” his friend called out, launching a football at him. He threw it back and nodded his head; he often ditched the last class of the day with his friends; their timetables differed and he wanted to blow off some steam by going out. He knew full well the game would turn into drinking, smoking and probably finding some girls that were looking to have a good time, who was he to say no if they wanted it?

Kyle slammed his locker door closed and crossed the corridor to his friends, walking into a girl in a dark hooded sweatshirt, near knocking her over as she ran past him covering her mouth; “Sorry,” he yelled as she ran into the toilets.

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After they’d played football for what could have been hours, Kyle and his three friends went to the local dive and sat drinking vodka, beer, and anything else that they could get the cute barmaid to give them before the manager realised they were underage and kicked them out. After the final vodka, straight, the girl behind the bar blurred into an older, plump woman as she yelled at the barmaid, who had introduced herself to Kyle as Lexi, for letting them drink so much without checking their identification. At least she didn’t get fired.

“Hey baby you’re a little young for me but you’re cute and drunk, wanna see what we can go play before you have to go home for bedtime?” Lexi purred in his ear, stroking the front of his jeans until his s*x throbbed inside them trying to burst out.

“f**k, let’s go” he bit her ear lobe and kissed down her neck, shouting a quick goodbye to his friends as they exited into the alleyway.

It was dark, had to be gone 10pm, he was wasted. Not so much so that he couldn’t stumble into the alley, get his d**k out and take Lexi there and then, he always carried condoms; this was not an odd occurrence. Kyle was tall, good looking and confident, girls definitely wanted

a man like that. Plus, he was a good lay, eager to please and just wanted to forget about things for a while so a good few drinks and an easy girl made it a win win for both parties.

Once they were done and Lexi had moaned her way into a cab, Kyle shook himself off enough to pop into a*****e on the way home and buy a four pack, which he proceeded to drink in no less than 20 minutes.

“Time to head home,” he slurred as he stumbled out of the bus stop, chucked his empty cans in the bin and started the stumble home.

“Oi, fucker,” was all he heard, he slowly turned around and was greeted with a fist to his ribs, a crying Lexi screaming at this monster of a man to stop.

“Baby it was nothing, please, he’s just a kid,” she cried, pulling on his blue shirt. The guy was in a suit and nice shoes, what was he doing with someone who’d cheat on him on a whim?

“Dude,” Kyle panted, “I had no idea,” another sharp breath as he clung to his ribs; that punch would leave a bruise, “I swear.”

“He’s telling the truth, I was getting you back for Tracey.” She screamed, angry now; now it made sense, revenge s*x. Oh well.

The guy pulled a knife out of the back of his pants, ‘s**t!’ Kyle thought and instantly sprung to his feet, still disorientated, and thwacked him in the face with his fist, knocking him to the ground.

Kyle had height on his side and was a good couple of inches taller than this guy; he took a few more punches to the ribs and winced each time, but got in another 2 jabs to the face; he grabbed the knife from the guys hand and stumbled away, leaving him bruised and bloody on the floor with his girlfriend crying over him, helping him to his feet and hailing down a cab.