Pleasured By His Father (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Ajax Aynen

Stupid me. Why did I even have to agree with this? I know, truth to be told, that I'm helpful. Always. But this, when I have to go to Jared's house to pick his things up, and deliver them to Tyler's, it sounds awful to my ears. But damn it, I'm scared to go to his house, because of Mr. Lerman. He's the kind of guy you don't want to mess with, not the mention he threw his own son just because he's freaking gay. My uncle is gay too. But I don't consider him as my family, since he just left, leaving me with my aunt Jemi.

Tyler called me, telling me that something was up; it was really important. Of course, I was tensed. Who wouldn't be when you thought your friend, best friend, was being massacred? I quickly snatched my wallet, got in my car, then drove off, ignoring the limit, I fastened. When I got at Tyler's house, Jared was in the living room, sitting on the soft sofa. The TV was turned on but no one was watching. When I was about to walk towards him, a hand stopped me and I looked up, seeing Tyler. He was sad, and seemed broken too. I still can't believe Jared is gay and Mr. Eastwood, too. Or Tyler. Whatever. He sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair, looking away, his hand was still on my shoulder.

"Can you help me?" He asked, his eyes were full of concern. He sighed again and he must have been really frustated. Well, I couldn't blame him. It was, all of this, s**t. Of course, I, don't blame me, was being helpful, because it's my nature to help people even though it's s**t and crazy. "Well, Jared wanted to get his mother's things, she gave it to him. It's really important. But since he's father is a sick bastard son of a b***h, he couldn't—can't—get in the house and get it. So, please help me with this. I can't leave Jared like this." He gestured to Jared, he was looking at his feet.

And now, here I am, in front of Mr. Lerman's door. Hesitating, I shake my head and take a deep breath, it helps me to calm myself down. Sometimes I think I really need to change my attitude; to turn into a sick crazy asshole guy. But I wouldn't change a thing about myself. I love myself. Hey, my looks are great. Deep blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, tanned skin, have a six pack abs, tall; 6'4, basically, I'm almost perfect. And I'm not being an egotistical jerk. I raise my hand, ready to knock. But when I raise my hand, hell hits me with a big, very big, rock. Fear. f**k you, Satan! Curse you! Hey, I just don't want Jared thinking of me as a homophobe again. Jared believed I was a homophobe, that's why he didn't tell me earlier. But I understood. Who wouldn't? When I told him about my uncle, he believed that I didn't like my uncle because he's gay or something, so he must have gotten that false information. s**t, s**t, s**t. I'm scared. Overcoming it, I knock on the door, slowly and gently. No answers. I knock again. No answers. I knock again, but no one is answering.

"Is anybody home?" I yell through the closed door, still pounding it. I try to look at the window, but I can't see anything. I shrug and clutch the doorknob. Slipping, I accidentally turn it around and the door opens and I stumble but I quickly regain my balance. I sigh in relief. I search the house, it's dark and no life at all. The TV is turned on but no one is watching it. There are empty bottles of beer scattered around the living room, so I assume that Mr. Lerman has been drinking, or turning into an alcoholic man. The floor is a total mess, and the dark wooden mahogany table is broken, split into two. f**k. This place is like a hell, I think. I look to the left and to the right, no one seems to notice me. I'm not a thief! I'm just making sure that Mr. Lerman is not here. But it seems he's here because the TV is on, there are beers, so I would just hope that he's passed out or something. I guess he's having the time of his life. Shrugging, I head to find Jared's room through the dark. I can't see anything. s**t. So I just feel the walls; feel and feel until I feel a doorknob. Opening it, I stumble, f*****g again, inside. Rubbing my temples because of the sudden headache, I slap myself gently. Standing up, I brush the dust, I think, on my clothes and search for the light's switch. I have a poor eye sight, don't blame me. Sighing, I feel like I need to give up and just leave and go back in the morning.

Remembering my best friend Jared looking like a little cat soaked because of the rain, I groan. I want my best friend to be happy again. Since his Mr. Lerman, his father, disowned him, he's basically lifeless. Only Tyler and I can make him feel better... just for a moment and then he'll back to being lifeless. I remember when we were walking in the hallway, all eyes were on us. It was the first day of hell. All of the students know Jared's gay. But they couldn't fight him. Jared was—is—still stronger than them. Even Carter, that stupid jerk, won't fight him. He knows he doesn't have a chance. When lunch came, we found a new table and we sat there, across to each other.

"You know, I'm sort of glad that the students here won't mess with me." Jared chuckled. "I never thought this would be easy. I mean, you know America, there are bullies. I'm happy with that... but my father. Well, let's just say that he's the real America and I'm just a county. f**k. Big homophobe." He chuckled again, but this time, tears were threatening to spill down on his eyes. He was sad.

"Jared, just understand your father. Hell, you thought I was a homophobe, dude. To be honest, I still can't believe you're gay. Your father is just confused." I said, giving him a hopeful smile. He rolled his eyes at me and I scowled. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't roll your eyes at me you little b***h. But this is a real talk: parents will love their children forever, whatever they are, whoever they are. I'm sure of it." I said seriously, looking at him in the eye.

"Nice quote," he teased, giving me an amused expression. I rolled my eyes and slapped his hand. "Where'd you get that? In the book called 'Ajax and his wonderful world?"

"You're welcome dude," I snapped, making a face. "You're very welcome."

"I know I'm welcome. I just hope what you just quoted is definitely real and true." He said as he turned away, his back on me, then started to walk away. I sighed and took off.

I groan at the memory. s**t, I'm being emotional. f**k, f**k, f**k. Running a hand through my blonde hair, I start to search, or to feel, the light's switch. I bump into a desk. I mumble about the desk being a total b***h and I put my hands on the table. I feel a paper. I grab it and put it in front of my face. Curiosity wins, dude. It's a drawing. So I zoom it in front of my face and start reading it. It's just a god damn drawing, a bone family holding hands together. I look at the lower right corner of the paper and Jared's name is written on it. So it's Jared's work. This is totally his room. Being bored, I fish a song in my head and something pops up. I sing it, whispering the lyrics.

Your lipstick stains.

On the front part of my,

Left side brain.

I knew I wouldn't forget you.

And so I went and let you.

Blow my mind.

Your sweet moonbeam.

The smell of you in every.

Single dream I dream.

I knew when we collided.

You're the one I have decided.

Who's one of my kind.

I scrunch up my nose in disgust. That's my aunt Jemi's favorite song. Fortunately, my aunt Jemi is only 27 years old. Young and beautiful. Being young and beautiful is both a curse and a gift. Guys, my aunt's suitors, would go to my freaking house, give her flowers, and talk. Yeah. My aunt Jemi is still single, so hundreds of guys have been waiting in line to apply to be her boyfriend. I won't blame her, though. She's beautiful. What can I say? Good and better genes run in the family.

Hey soul sister.

Ain't that Mr. mister.

On the radio, stereo.

The way you move ain't fair, you know.

Hey soul sister.

I don't wanna miss.

A single thing you do.

Tonight.

I falter when I hear a voice, my knees suddenly turn into a jelly. My whole body begins to tremble. My hands are getting clammy and I start to sweat.

"What are you doing here in my house?"