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Posted: Sep 25, 2008 - 02:29 AM
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Posted: Sep 25, 2008 - 01:17 PM
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Location: next to Serj, as you can see, hehe
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^^  LOL you really cracked me up with this passionfruit shower gel dont do that to me you know what images I get from that, right?!  |
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Posted: Sep 25, 2008 - 03:04 PM
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| I will never smell passion fruit the same way I did before. Having passion fruit shampoo doesn't help either O_o |
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you CANT TWIRL A PROPELLER ON A TOP HAT FOR IT DOES NOT HAVE ONE and thus fails~Steven
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Posted: Sep 25, 2008 - 03:11 PM
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Marmalade
Joined: Dec 19, 2007
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Location: next to Serj, as you can see, hehe
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I know, I know... once I bought passionfruti juice, damnit, I love this stuff but couldnt drink it without laughing
There you can see how much fantasy affects your daily life  |
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Posted: Sep 25, 2008 - 10:12 PM
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| ^I did too xD my friends were freakin out why i was laughing xDD |
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Posted: Sep 25, 2008 - 10:26 PM
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Posted: Sep 26, 2008 - 01:22 AM
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| ^tis okay. passion fruit is like...to me....damn...kinda tropical sweet and..very sweet...damn it... |
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Posted: Sep 30, 2008 - 09:49 AM
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Marmalade
Joined: Dec 19, 2007
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New day, new chapter. This time without passionfruit and without any hot scenes at all.. prepare for some drama and maybe a good laugh at the end
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“I don’t hate you, how can you even think I would?” Serj raised his head and attempted to kiss Daron but the boy moved his mouth out of reach. He was longing for his lover’s touch and kisses and at the same time, couldn’t stand it. I’m not worth it, he thought, I don’t deserve his love, he’s so pure and honest, and what am I ?! A lousy piece of shit.
“Say something!” Daron did not have to look at Serj to know that his face had this “I worry about you, boy” – expression. “Believe me, I don’t hate you, it’s just... why didn’t you tell me right from the beginning, why are you going through all this shit and try to keep it away from me?”
“How could I tell you”, the boy replied, “what could I have said?”
“The truth, for example.”
“I couldn’t... I just wanted to forget about it.”
“You should know that won’t work”, Serj said softly, stroking Daron’s naked arm. “And if you don’t talk to me, I can’t even try to help you...”
“Help me? You can’t help me, man, nobody can. Unless you go there and kill this stupid motherfucker.” How often had Daron imagined to blow Gertmenian’s ugly head away with a gun! Boom!
“I’m sure there are other ways out.” Why had he expected Serj to answer something like that? “I guess we need to make a plan... you know, what we’re gonna do next.”
The boy turned on his back and gazed at his older lover with narrowed eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Well, first of all we gotta go to your Dad and tell him about this – about Gertmenian and what he does to you. I’ll accompany you, don’t worry. And then we pay your boss a little visit...”
Daron sat up, pushing Serj’s hand away from his arm. “Didn’t you hear what I said before? I can not tell my Dad ... even if he won’t die or kill me or whatever... he will always think of me as a hooker. He will always look at me this way. I couldn’t stand that!”
“So what do you wanna do instead? Shoot some shit down your veins and hope everything will be alright tomorrow? Wake up, Daron, this guy won’t stop abusing you until you do something to make him stop! If you don’t, it will only get worse and worse.”
“What if it was you, huh?”, he asked Serj who still seemed so positive, so confident, believing that you could change things if you only wanted. Blah. “What if you had to confess to your parents that you’ve let dirty old guys fuck you for a couple of dollars? How would you feel then? It’s always so easy to give all kinds of good advice if it’s not about yourself.”
“Hey, don’t be mad at me, I didn’t do anything to you.”
“I’m not mad, I just fucking hate it when people pretend to know everything and fucking know nothing at all!” Daron turned away and sat on the edge of the bed, well aware of the fact that he was about to lose control. He felt like yelling, like throwing stuff against the wall – it was only Serj’s soothing presence that made him take a deep breath again and at least try to calm down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to... I just can’t stand all this shit, the way he treats me, how he wants to sell me to ther guys... and there’s absolutely no fucking way out of this, no matter what I’m gonna do, I’m fucked anyway. It has always been like that. Like I’m cursed or something.”
The older guy appeared right next to him, giving him that kind of smile that Daron had fallen for a few months ago. The broad and compassionate smile that said boy, you’re crazy, but I do love you. “Stop talking such bullshit, dude.”
“Bullshit? My whole life is bullshit.”
“Oh, thank you”, Serj frowned.
“No, not you... see, it’s happening again! This fucking world hates me, Serj, I know it! Whenever there’s something good in my life and I think, hey, now things are getting better, there’s even more shit to come. What have I done to deserve all this, damnit?!” One hot tear ran down the boy’s cheek. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fists until Serj took his hand and pulled him close. Feeling his lover's strong arms and inhaling his familair scent erased the walls that had kept his tears from falling, and he curled up on Serj’s lap and cried like a little kid. “I’m sorry, Serj”, he sobbed, “I didn’t mean to yell at you, at the one who means everything to me... you’re the best that ever happened to me, I fucking love you, man.”
“I love you, too”, Serj said softly, stroking Daron’s hair and shoulders. “No need to apologize to me, I know you’re going through hard times... don’t worry about me, okay, I’m fine.”
Daron sat up quickly, clutched his lover’s half naked body and hugged and kissed him like his life depended on it. “You’re such a great guy, Serj... I so love you... please, make love to me... make love to me now.”
“Daron...”, Serj began, trying to turn his head to free his mouth, “Daron... don’t... I can’t. Sorry. Not now, not after...” When the boy didn’t stop, he gently forced him away from himself. “Daron!”
“Oh, great, a couple of minutes ago you couldn’t wait to fuck me, and now you suddenly can’t?!”
“Yeah, right, I can’t, because I don’t want to hurt you! How can you think about sex at all, after telling me you’re being abused?”
In a sudden rush of anger and disappointment, Daron pushed Serj away from him, jumping up. “Maybe because I’m a whore, that’s what you wanna say, right? Man, you just don’t wanna fuck me coz you know there have been other dicks in my ass, that’s the reason. Let me tell you one thing, then you also have to stop kissing me coz I gave blow jobs as well.”
Serj looked hurt, sad and even more worried. Only now, it made Daron even more aggressive. “Just listen to yourself...”, the older man started but Daron interrupted him: “You’re only jealous, why don’t you admit it? You don’t really care about me, you just want my ass for yourself, that’s all.”
“How can you say that?”, Serj replied, sounding like his patience was about to come to an end. “I’m trying my best to help you, no matter what kind of trouble you’re in, and ...”
“Help me, help me, my ass! You can not help me, man, why don’t you get it?”
“Oh, sure, how could I even try to? Of course taking drugs and fucking around with some random guys is much better than trusting the ones who love you.” The way Serj knelt there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his full eyebrows narrowed, made Daron feel a sudden urge to punch him. “See? You’re jealous! It’s right what I said!”
“Damnit, Daron, you don’t want to understand me, do you?”
“YOU are the one who doesn’t understand nothing”, the boy yelled, hardly preventing himself from either crying or beating his lover up. “You know what, I don’t need you and your good advice.”
Serj let go a sound of anger. “You don’t need me? Alright, then fuck you!”
“No, fuck YOU!” Daron grabbed his clothes, jumped into his pants and headed outside, slaming the door behind him like it was the cause of all the trouble he was in. Away. Just away. No matter where.
For the next hours, Daron wandered around aimless, kicking empty cans around the corners, yelling at everyone who looked at him for a second or two. Unfortunately, nobody wanted to get into a fight with him. What a bunch of cowards! He was right in the mood to beat up the whole fucking world. No, even more – why not blow the whole planet to pieces? Wouldn’t be a big loss, not at all. Fuck the world, Fuck everyone. First of all, this goddamned motherfucker Gertmenian. He was the reason for all this shit Daron had to go through. If he himself was only little taller and Gertmenian was not so big, he would go and fuck HIS ass, just to show him what it was like. Sadistic motherfucker. And damnit, he could only blackmail Daron this way because of his Dad! If Dad wasn’t so narrow-minded, he could just tell him about his past, about everything, and all this shit wouldn’t happen. But no, Daddy didn’t accept him the way he was. Oh, he pretended to be fine with a gay son, but come on, everybody knew he was not. Why the fuck didn’t Serj understand that? Serj. Mr. Good Guy. Mr. I-care-about-you. My ass! Daron wondered why Serj was with him anyway. Sure, it had probably been exciting to make the first experiences with a hoe, maybe it was still exciting, but sooner or later he would find out that Daron was not the right guy for him. And then he would get tired of the fact that his cute little lover had problems you can not solve with a couple of nice words.
They can all kiss my ass, Daron thought, almost saying it loud. I don’t need anyone of them. My life would be much better if I stayed on my own anyway. I won’t go to work tonight, he decided, angrily kicking against a garbage can to prove he was serious, and I won’t go home or back to Serj no more. In fact, Daron felt like going nowhere. The only thing he wanted – really wanted – was to get wasted like no tomorrow.
“Hey, man! Hey! Daron!”
Daron turned to the right and to the left, surprised and also a bit pissed that someone disturbed his silent anger. The voice had come from a car that had stopped right next to him. When he leaned over and gazed inside, he recognized the driver. Joseph. My-friends-call-me-Joey. Daron had blown him a couple of times. He had been one of the cool guys. Kind, clean, always given good money. And some even better shit to get high. “Hey Joe”, the boy said, immidiately hearing the voice of Jimi Hendrix in his mind. “What’s up?”
Joe smiled. “Not much. Haven’t seen you for ages, man.”
“Yeah, well... had some business to do, you know.”
“I see... hey, you got any plans for today? I’ve got some real good stuff at home, and man, you look like you could need some.”
Daron’s ears and eyes widened. “What stuff?”
“Coke.”
“Seriously, man, there’s nothing I want more now, but... I’m completely broke, I couldn’t pay for a single drop of water.”
“Oh Darry, you know you don’t need money to pay me, eh?” Joe twinkled at him, opened the passenger’s door and patted the seat next to him. Daron only hesitated for a second before he jumped into the car. He didn’t really have a choice, did he?! Joe started the engine. He had gained some weight since they had last met but still was a rather attractive guy, blonde, of medium height and medium size (you know). Much better than Gertmenian, Daron thought and shuddered. “Hey Joe...” Again! “...you think I could stay at your place tonight? You won’t regret, I promise.”
Joe laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, man, I don’t have the time – business, you know, hehe. But hey, I’ve got a friend who loves boys like you. He’s a nice guy, I’m sure he lets you stay overnight. What do you say, want me to introduce you to him later?”
Daron nodded, let go a suppressed sigh and lay back his head. Once a whore, always a whore. That’s the way life goes.
The annoying sound of the telephone woke up an extremely hungover and pissed Serj. It was Vartan, talking and talking like a waterfall, not even interrupting himself to breathe. Serj did not understand one single word. “Mr. Malakian, please... could you say all that again? And slowly!”
“I wanted to know if Daron was with you.”
“No... no, he is not... why...”
“He did not come home last night. I called his boss at the theatre, Mr. Gertmenian, he is a good friend of mine. He said that Daron did not come to work yesterday either. He was very angry, and I – I worry about Darik. You are telling me the truth, Serj, aren’t you? He is not with you?”
“No...” Serj rubbed his head that felt as big and heavy as a watermelon. “He was here yesterday but we got into an argument, and then he left all of a sudden. I thought he would go home...”
“”Which he did not.” Vartan sighed. “Serj, do you have any idea where he might be? If you know anything, you must tell me! I’m afraid he gets into trouble again...”
He already IS in trouble, Serj thought while the pain behind his forehead increased. He is in deeper shit than you can imagine. But that was something he couldn’t tell Vartan. Not without betraying Daron, not without abusing his trust.
“Serj? Are you still there?”
“Yeah.. sorry, I’m just...” Get a grip on yourself, dude, Serj told himself. “Listen, Mr. Malakian, I gotta get some strong coffee and a cold shower, and then I’ll go and look for Daron. I’m sure I can find him – somewhere.”
In the streets, he added in his mind.
“Do you need my help?”, Vartan asked, sounding like he was prepared for, well, almost everything.
“No... no, really, it’s better when I go on my own.”
“He has done some stupid things in his life”, the older man added like he had not heard Serj at all. “You know that. The drugs and dropping out of school and ... I thought everything was alright now... I don’t understand what is the matter with this boy.”
“I’m sure he’s fine... I guess it’s more or less my fault, he just ran away because we argued, and now I gotta see how to get it right again.” Wow. Serj had never known he could be such a convincing liar. “I’ll call you as soon as I find him. Don’t worry, Mr. Malakian, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“There must be something wrong.” Again, Vartan sounded like he had not heard or understood Serj’s words. “Even Mr. Gertmenian told me that.”
“What? What did he say?”
“Nothing. Yet. He just said he needs to see me and talk about my son.”
Serj felt like someone had kicked him right where it hurts most. Sure, he had said that Vartan had the right to find out about his son’s past (and present, unfortunately), but it was Daron’s job to do so, not Germenian’s. Serj wasn’t even sure of Gertmenian would tell the truth or twist the facts, turning Daron into something he was not. Whatever. It was wasn’t right. Serj didn’t know Vartan very well, but he knew Daron, and damnit, he wanted to spare them both the shame of some fucked-up asshole telling the worried Armenian man that his son was a whore who bent over for almost everyone. “When are you going to meet him?”
“In the later afternoon. He said he has some business to do at the threatre, and then he will come over. Why do you want to know?”
Serj had to bite his lower lip until it hurt to prevent himself from shouting “because he is an asshole who is abusing your son, you must not trust him!” Instead, he made up a couple of phrases, words that did not seem to make any sense even in his own ears, and then hung up without saying goodbye. He had to find Daron, as soon as possible, before it was too late.
You didn’t have to be a magician to assume that Daron was most likely to be found in the streets. After popping some aspirins and drinking two cups of black and strong coffee, that was right where Serj went to look for his young lover, not quite sure what to expect. That was far from what he usually did, prowling this certain district, unless he wanted to get some weed. Which he had not done anymore since he had run into the hooker boy he was searching for now. It was almost impossible to get into every single lane by car, so he left it in the first free space he could find and went on by feet.
“Hey, man, you know Daron?” The homeless elderly man gazed at him with his eyes wide open, obviously surprised that someone spoke to him. “Daron... a boy, nineteen years old, skinny, about this tall... with big brown eyes?”
“Naaah... don’t know anyone, don’t wanna know anyone...”
Serj got similar answers from the next ten or twelve people. Damnit, how could that be, Daron had been in the streets for quite a long time, and still nobody seemed to know him? All Serj had got was two murder threats and a blow job offer. Great. But he would not give up.
About two hours later, the amount of murder threats had increased to eight. He had been offered four blow jobs and all kinds of substances, even a gun “for only twenty bucks”. But still, there was no Daron to be found. What if he has disappeared, the voice in his mind asked, what if he has left town because – well, you know why?! No, Serj replied silently, shaking his head, he wouldn’t do that, he would not leave me. And even if – I will raid the whole USA if it’s necessary.
“Hey, man, you know Daron?”
The blonde, worn-out junkie raised his head. “Whut?”
“I’m looking for Daron, you know him?”
“Maybe. It’s just... ya know... my memories are a bit messed up... my mind needs some cash to work properly, hehehe.”
Serj got out a ten dollar bill and pulled his hand back right when the guy reached out for it, carefully trying not to touch his rotten fingernails. “First you tell me what you know.”
“Is the Daron you’re looking for a skinny young guy with big dark eyes?”
“Yes! Yes, that’s him!” Serj’s heart missed a beat. Or two. “Where can I find him? Tell me””
“Right there, hehe.” The junkie pointed at a couple of boxes that lay shattered across the street. And among those dirty pieces of cardboard lay Daron. He looked shattered, too. Serj threw the money at the blonde guy and headed over to his boyfriend. “Daron!” For one cruel moment, he thought the boy was dead, but when he knelt down and took him in his arms, his skin was warm. He was alive, thank God! And he didn’t look injured either, no blood, nothing. When he opened his eyes, Serj realized that the boy was a stoned as could be. “Hey, Daron... Daron, it’s me, Serj!”
“P-p-piss off!” Daron tried to get up but failed. Whatever he had taken, the effect was enormous. “D-don’t need you...”
“But I need you!” Serj took a deep breath, still holding his lover. “Listen, man, you were right with what you said yesterday. I am jealous of the other guys, okay, I can’t stand the thought of some other man being close to you, it’s driving me fucking crazy. But is that wrong? Damnit, man, I love you! If you wanna blame me for that, alright, go ahead.”
The blonde junkie giggled. Serj told him to shut the fuck up. Daron raised his head and gazed at his boyfriend with twisted eyes. “You l-love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Even though I’m o-only getting into t-trouble all the fucking t-time?”
Serj was somewhere between laughing and crying which seemed pretty similar to eachother anyway. “I love you, no matter what you do, okay? Hey, I’m here now, I’ve been searching for you all fucking day, is that proof enough?”
Daron tried something like a smile. “Y-you’re so wondeful, S-serj, I’m so s-sorry about all that shit I s-said... didn’t mean it... so sorry...”
He was really hard to understand, but that didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered anymore. Daron was here, in his arms, and he was okay – more or less. “It’s alright, man,”, Serj said softly, stroking his lover’s sweaty hair. “Don’t worry, it’s alright. I’m with you, okay? And now come on, let’s leave this place, we don’t belong here.”
Daron didn’t manage to get up, not even with Serj’s help, so the older guy lifted him on his arms and carried him to the car where he put him in the backseat and covered him with an old blanket. After smoking two cigarettes, he decided to call Vartan and tell him that Daron was alright but would stay with him tonight. “Because we need some time to talk things over”, he explained, hoping the older man would believe him. In fact, he didn’t want Vartan to see his son like that, as high as a kite, his pants pissed. Serj would take him home, clean him up and let him sleep until he was sober again and send him back to Daddy tomorrow. But first, there was something else to do, something very important.
When Serj knocked at the backdoor of the theatre, his heart beat so fast that it almost hurt. And when a huge man of middle age opened a minute later, it got even worse. Luckily, Serj was too young to get a heart attack.
“Are you Mr. Gertmenian?”, he asked, trying not to show how impressed he was by his opponent’s height.
“Who wants to know?”, the big man barked.
“Someone who needs to talk to you. It’s very important for both of us. Can I come in?”
Gertmenian hesitated, then let Serj in. They went into the small office where the former Wrestler was just busy doing some calculations. He offered his guest to sit down but Serj had reason to prefer standing on his two feet. Gertmenian shrugged, flung himself into his chair and gazed at the younger man in a rather suspicious way. “Now what is so important that it makes you disturb me doing my paper stuff on a Sunday afternoon?”
“You and me, we have to talk about Daron.”
“Who?”
“Daron. Malakian. He’s working for you.”
“Ah – the kid who is cleaning my theatre.” Gertmenian chuckled. Serj felt an urge to beat the living shit out of him – in fact, he felt that way since the fat asshole had opened the door – but regarding the physical condition of both his opponent and himself, it was wiser to try something else. “Yes. The kid who is cleaning your theatre. And the kid you’ve been abusing lately.”
Gertmenian looked confused for only one second. “I don’t know who you are but you’ve got a pretty dirty mind, my friend.”
“I am not your friend. I am Daron’s friend. He told me what you’re doing to him. Already forgot about it? You raped him more than once, I don’t have to go into detail, do I?”
“Raped him?” The big man laughed. “The little whore likes it when I do him hard, hehehe. He even asked for it. He’s a dirty boy, oh yeah.”
“He did not like it!”, Serj said through his teeth, feeling that his head turned red and hot, and the urge to beat up this motherfucker increased even more. “You forced him to do it. And as if that wasn’t enough, you also blackmailed him, you dirty piece of shit.”
Silence. Suddenly, Gertmenian’s eyes widened with understanding. “Now I know who you are. You are Daron’s boyfriend. Of course you are. How does it feel to know that you are not the only one who is fucking his cute little ass, huh?”
In a sudden rush of anger he couldn’t suppress, Serj slammed his fists onto the table, hard enough to make Gertmenian move back a little. “Shut up! Don’t talk about him like that!”
“Come on, man open your eyes! Your little sweetheart is a goldmine on two beautiful legs. I’m telling you, I know lots of guys who would pay good money to be with him for an hour. Why don’t we work together, you and me, huh? We are both grown-up men, we can share – the boy and the money, hehe.”
“If you seriously think I’m gonna join you in this, you must be the sickest asshole in the whole world”, Serj replied, rubbing his aching hands. “I want you to stay away from Daron, you get me? If you don’t leave him alone from now on, you’re gonna regret it soon.”
Gertmenian laughed out loud. “Are you threatening me? Haha, ooh, I’m sooo scared! It seems that you don’t know that Daron’s daddy is a good friend of mine. Poor Vartan doesn’t know anything. Yet. Believe me, I can destroy your little cocksuckers life in less than five minutes.”
“Of course I know about you and Vartan”, Serj answered, using all his willpower to remain calm. There was only one way for him to beat his oppenent: by using his mind, and he had to make sure that his mind worked better than ever before. “And you better believe me, I can destroy your life as well.”
All of a sudden, Gertmenian jumped up. Serj did not move back although he wanted to. “Who do you think you are? You come here and threaten me – with what? You wanna tell the police? You think they’re gonna put me in jail? HAH! Let me tell you, I’ve got friends everywhere. Nobody arrests me for nothing. And by the way... if you call the cops, Vartan will find out the truth.”
“I can’t remember mentioning the cops”, Serj said slowly. “There are other ways to destroy a man’s life than calling the police, by the way, you should know that.”
Making a step forward, Gertmenian crossed his arms in front of his broad chest. Damnit, why did he have to be so BIG? “So what do you wanna do, or can you only talk and hope to scare me with your words, eh?”
“No, I can do way more than only talking. I’m pretty good at manipulating pictures on my computer, actually...”
“What does that mean?”
“That means that I can take any picture I can find and turn it into whatever I want it to be. I could, for example, take a picture of you and add one of a naked boy to make it look like you had sex with him. Not a nineteen year old boy like Daron, no, a nine or ten year old. That’s gross, I know.” Serj paused, enjoying the unfamiliar worried expression on Germenian’s face. “And then I could take this picture and distribute it all over the city. You know, over the internet, newspapers, stick it to walls, trees, ...”
“People can tell if a picture is real or not”, Gertmenian interrupted him, “it can be proven to be fake!” He tried to sound convinced of his own words but failed. Serj nodded his head. “You’re right. But like I said, I’m very good at it, and for some reason, I think you will end up face-down in the gutter before anyone can prove anything. You know they do to child molesters around here, don’t you?”
Of course he did. Everyone knew that a person who abused children was despised by murderers, “usual” rapists, even by junkies who would sell their right arm for some shit. It had happened before that some guy had been accused of raping kids and then found dead or castrated after a couple of days. Gertmenian knew that well enough. Serj watched his face turn scarlet red, and before he had the chance to do anything, the ex-wrestler jumped at him and grabbed him by his throat. “You dirty son of a...”
“Yeah, go ahead”, Serj uttered, trying not to show that he felt like pissing his pants. “Break my neck, if it makes you feel better. But it won’t help you out of this.”
Germenian increased the pressure on Serj’s throat. “No? What do you wanna do when you’re lying dead in the junkyard, right where you belong, huh?”
“I’m gonna do nothing.” It got harder to speak and also to breathe. This situation was damn serious! “But Daron will. I already made the picture I’ve been talking about. Daron has it, and when I’m not back home until tonight, he will copy and distribute it everywhere. And you will be fucked.”
The big man’s angry eyes pierced right through Serj, obviously trying to read his mind. If he finds out that there is no picture at all, I’m the ony who will be fucked, Serj thought, responding Gertmenian’s look, again close to heart attack or something similar. Until the former wrestler suddenly let go of his throat and turned away. “You are one smart motherfucker!”
Serj took a deep breath and felt relieved in more than one way. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Take is as whatever you like, I don’t give a shit!”
“Does that mean we have come to an agreement about Daron?”
Gertmenian grunted with contempt, rubbing his chubby neck. “Take the boy and keep him! He’s not worth all the trouble anyway.”
“To me, he is.” Serj straightened his shirt, now feeling as confident as he had pretended to be all the time. “I hope you will stay away from him from now on.”
“I will, I will... I was getting tired of the little whore anyway. You can have him, I don’t care.”
“Good. Because if he ever tells me that you only tried to touch him, I’ll destroy your life, I swear to fucking God. The same will happen if you tell Vartan one single word. Ah – you wanted to meet him today, right?” The huge man nodded. Serj picked up the phone and handed it to him, telling him he should call Vartan and cancel the meeting woth some good explanation Serj himself made up withing a couple of seconds. Gertmenian obeyed, cursing Serj and Daron and the whole world. After he had hung up the phone again, he gazed at Serj like he was about to kill him. Which he probably was. “And now get out of my theatre! NOW!”
“I wasn’t planning to stay anyway”, Serj replied with a slight bow. “Goodbye, Mr. Gertmenian. And remember me.”
As soon as he had closed the backdoor behind him, Serj’s legs turned into rubber. With shaking hands, he lit a cigarette and smoked hastily. That had been the most important lie in his entire life, and he was a bit surprised about himself. He never thought his lying skills could ever improve enough to fool this big guy and blackmail him with a non-existant picture. Serj giggled nervously. That was good enough to make a movie out of it. Yeah. If he ever decided to make a movie, he would include this story. Definitely. And put a happy end to it all.
Daron was still asleep in the backseat when Serj returned to the car. He watched his innocent-looking boyfriend with a slight smile, then unlokced the door and got inside. Just as he was about to fasten his seatbelt, he heard a sleepy voice fom behind. “Serj? Where’ve you been, I’ve been waiting for two days...” In fact, it had been half an hour.
“I had something to do... I’m sorry for leaving you alone but”, Serj turned around and grinned broadly, “it’s alright now. From now on, nobody will ever hurt you again.”
“But... Gertmenian...”
“I said, nobody will ever hurt you again”, Serj repeated. “And Gertmenian won’t even look at your ass anymore, believe me.”
“Did you kill him?”
The shocked expression in Daron’s big eyes made Serj want to laugh and to hug him tight at the same time. “No, don’t worry. I just talked to him. I’ll explain it to you later.”
“Okay.” The boy pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Can we go home now? I’m cold.”
Serj nodded and started the engine. When they left the theatre and the trouble of the last days behind them, he began to whistle a tune that had suddenly come to his mind. “We are the champions, my friend...”
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Posted: Sep 30, 2008 - 10:28 AM
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Needle
Joined: Oct 04, 2007
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Location: Europe for fucking 12 months
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“I said, nobody will ever hurt you again”, Serj repeated. “And Gertmenian won’t even look at your ass anymore, believe me.”
“Did you kill him?”
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Posted: Sep 30, 2008 - 07:04 PM
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Dart
Joined: Sep 06, 2007
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Location: Their Hearts.Their Minds.My World.
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Great chapter!
i reallyc an't wait for more! |
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Posted: Oct 03, 2008 - 07:51 AM
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Sugar
Joined: Oct 29, 2006
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Location: the shell of a hermit crab
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Sorry Silke.....it was lasting even longer until I found time to read it .
I agree completely with Jen and Ely.
And i´m wanting more ,too. 
As I said before ( can´t remember where and when ) - I like your writing - style .
I will buy your novel and after reading I will donate it to our own library . 
Yes , i´m serious . |
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