Death Falls from His Lips

Death Falls from His Lips

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or The Crow and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A beautiful young man’s soul has been brought back on the dark wings of a crow and he is thirsting for revenge against those who killed him and his boyfriend in cold blood. This story will contain boy love, strong language, explicit violence, and a few original characters. This story has been rewritten.

Chapter Two

In the Past

The wine was swimming through his veins and his graceful steps were thundering right along like storm clouds to the music. Flashing lights and the shadows of dancers closed him round, and hands moved along his sinewy body like feather like caresses. He ran his pale hands through his long dark locks as a gentle kiss was planted on his smooth throat by someone he really didn’t want to see at the moment.

“It’s as if some dark god desired you to possess the most cold and beautiful eyes in the world,” A deep voice said as his warm breach tickled his skin.

“Are you trying to get into my pants, Lee Brennan?” He asked and the chuckle that soon fell from his petal red lips was forced.

The jock smiled with those big sky blue eyes of his and gently cupped a smooth porcelain white cheek with a large tan hand. “If that’s all I wanted from you, I’d seduce you and be done with it.” He gazed into those amused wintry grey eyes and felt as if he were drowning in those smoky depths. He was completely smitten with this beautiful boy that had taken his breath away since freshmen year of high school. “How come you don’t date a stud like me?” He asked as he pulled the dark beauty closer to him.

“Well, let’s see,” Trey said, moving away from the bigger man’s powerful embrace. “You’re cocky, self-absorbed, stuck-up, and homophobic when not here, and you just annoy the fucking hell out of me.”

Lee snorted. “Is that all?”

“Not by a long shot, pal,” Trey said, counting off on his slender fingers. “The list goes on and on. I have it in a drawer at home in my room. When it’s unrolled, it falls to the floor, rolls across the carpet, out my door, down the stairs, and out into my mother’s garden.”

“Impressive,” Lee laughed, taking his hands in his. “Can I come over and see it sometime?”

Trey rolled his startling eyes. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what to you?” Lee asked in mock confusion. He was so good at that. Playing dumb got him out of doing almost anything. He really was smart, but he just enjoyed being lazy.

“Drive me crazy,” Trey told him, looking like he really wanted his hands back, but he wasn’t having that. “You pretend to like me and then blow me off at school.”

Lee bit his bottom lip. He really hated doing that, but it was just something he had to do. People would not accept him if they knew he was a homosexual. They would call him a faggot and kick him off the football team. Hell, he showered with those guys every damn day.

“Why do you even come here?” Trey asked, looking around. He had probably lost his fake ID yet again. The poor boy was always losing things.

“Because,” Lee said, letting go of his hands.

Trey just looked up at him, putting his hands on his hips. “Because…what?”

“This is the only place where I can be myself,” he said, really looking at him this time. He was looking past the cold beauty and into the warm boy he had hurt. “And feel safe while doing so, too.”

“And here, after all this time, I thought you just loved to torment me,” Trey said, looking away from him.

“Well,” Lee said, feeling himself blush, so he shuffled his feet to draw attention away from his face. “There is that, too.”

“One day,” Trey said, walking around him. “My hand is going to slip.”

“Down my pants?” He asked with a wicked grin, turning to follow him.

“Wow,” Trey said, walking towards the bar. “There is another reason going down on my list.”

“At least something is being gone down on,” Lee snorted. He was having so much fun. Having sex was the last thing on his mind right now. Actually, he had never had sex before. He wanted his first time to be with someone he really loved. Plus, he wanted to see just how crazy he could drive his beautiful friend tonight before he snapped like a rubber band, and jumped him like a rabid bunny on crack.

“You’re horrible,” Trey said, picking up his shot of liquor. “But I know you already know this.”

Lee nodded, watching the smaller teen down the shot. Why was he drinking so much? That had been his sixth one already. It had him worried.

“Why are you drinking so much?” Lee asked, even though he wanted to do down on a bottle or three as well. His homophobic father was really starting to get on his nerves.

“Why did you dump Ashley?” His father had asked him. “She was super hot, boy. She would have been good for you. Where are you going to college? Have you filled out those admission forms yet? Why did you dump that babe? I will not have a faggot for a son!”

Trey shrugged his slender shoulders. “Liquor is cheaper than drugs and it’s always available.”

“Did something happen?” Lee asked.

“I’m a faggot, Lee,” Trey said, taking another shot, slamming the glass down angrily. “That’s what fucking happened.”

Lee reached over and took a smaller hand in his. He gazed into those dewy soft grey depths and gave that warm hand that looked white as snow a gentle squeeze.

“Come on,” he said, pulling him up to his feet. “Come and dance with me.”

“Why?” Trey asked, cocking his head to the side. Some of his hair fell across his left eye, hiding it from view. “Is this some kind of mean game you and your jock friends have come up with?” He looked around. “Where is that camera hiding?”

“Dance with me,” the blue eyed jock whispered. “That’s all I want to do, Trey. I promise.”

“Fine,” he said, following him back out amongst the glittering throng. The two of them began to slowly move to the slow rhythm. “What about Ashley?” He asked as he let the bigger man hold him in those muscular arms as they moved to the swell of the throng.

“I dumped her,” Lee said, knowing he had done the right thing, too. “We start college in a few months. I just want to be myself for once in my life.”

“Sorry,” Trey laughed. He sounded really drunk. “But, I’m way hotter than she’ll ever hope to be.”

Lee nodded and then laughed out loud. “I know.”

“How did you find out about me?” Trey asked him.

“I was up there, drinking,” he said, pointing up to the second floor where other people were dancing as well. “And I saw you walk in, looking around like some confused and fallen angel.” He noticed that Trey was slightly blushing when the light shined on his face. Of course, it could have just been from all the alcohol he had ingested. “My sister is the only one in my family that truly knows me.”

“I’m too afraid to tell anyone about me,” Trey said. His voice sounded almost broken.

“Me, too,” he said. “But, my sister followed me here one night a few months ago.”

Trey’s icy steel eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “We danced with each other for hours and just talked.”

“That’s awesome,” Trey smiled and it looked so lonely.

“My dad would shit a brick,” he went on. “And I’m not sure about my mom. She seems pretty easy going.”

“I don’t know what my parents would do,” Trey told him honestly. “I’m too afraid to find out. I don’t want to be hated and thrown out of my home.”

“My dad would probably beat me, if not kill me right there on the spot,” he told him. He was really pouring his guts out here. This was his biggest fear. “And that’s the honest truth.”

Trey nodded, tightening his arms around him. This really surprised the tall jock. “That still doesn’t excuse the fact that you act like I’m a ghost at school. You just look right through me as though I’m not even there.”

“If my dad ever found out,” Lee said. “If my team ever found out…”

Trey looked up at him.

“I would my home,” he said. “I would lose my scholarship…I would lose everything.”

“I understand,” Trey smiled. It was colder than an Arctic storm. “All the manly jocks think the pretty boy is a faggot.”

“No,” Lee said, shaking his head. He really hated that word. It was so ugly. A faggot is a bundle of wood used to burn heretics with. Now, if he possessed the supernatural ability to shoot fire from his eyes, light a homophobic bitch’s ass on fire, then the whole world could call him a FAGGOT in reverence to his awesome greatness. “They see you as this quiet, stuck-up, Ice Prince, pretty boy with a big allowance.”

“I feel so much better now,” Trey deadpanned. “But, your family has wealth, too.”

“I’m friendly.” Lee smiled, flexing an arm for him. It made the girls go crazy. How come it never worked on the frozen beauty before him? “How come you won’t date a handsome stud like me?”

“How could I?” Trey asked him. “How could you?”

Lee moved in closer, singing softly. “Secret lovers…”

Trey punched him in the shoulder, making him yelp in surprise. Those grey eyes actually lit up with amusement.

“One say at a time,” Lee smiled, running a large hand through those silky dark locks. “We shall be known as the Wealthy Jock and the Gorgeous Ice Prince.”

Trey bit his bottom lip. “You will have to talk to me at school.”

Lee nodded his head vigorously. “I’m strong enough to break through that social barrier.”

“Between what?” Trey asked him. “The brains and the brawns?”

“I get straight A’s on my report cards,” Lee playfully snarled.

“By threatening who with physical harm?” Trey asked with both hands on his hips again.

“Not funny,” Lee said with a straight face and then snorted. “Damn, I almost held it, too.”

Trey shook his head. “Idiot.”

“Your idiot?” Lee asked with big blue eyes.

Trey wrapped his arms around his corded neck and smiled with dazzling white teeth. “I’ll think about it.”

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Present day

Clark made his way down the steps just as a loud knock came at his front door. He had to get his emotions under control, because he was about to deal with his “so called” boyfriend.

“Hi,” Lex said when he opened the wooden door up for him. “I meant you call, but I decided to surprise you instead.”

Clark blinked. He wanted to punch him in his handsome face and throw him across town. How could he lie to him like this? That warm smile on his face looked so real and genuine. He must have practiced in front of a mirror until it was flawless.

“You don’t seem too surprised to see me,” Lex said, flawless smile faltering just a tad wee bit.

“Oh, I’m surprised,” Clark said rather tightly. That was not what he wanted to say at all. What he really wanted to say was, “Oh, I’m surprised you have the balls to come see me after what you said about me to that little slut whore from wherever the hell she came crawling up out of!”

“What’s wrong?” Lex asked, putting a hand on his arm.

Clark shook his head. He was not going do this here. There was a zombie sleeping in his bedroom and he was just not going to do this shit now. The castle was much bigger and his voice would echo much better there. He wanted the whole castle to hear how its owner had broken his heart. The staff loved him, and would probably do horrible things to Lex’s food and laundry.

“Nothing,” he lied ever so easily. The lies just rolled smoothly off his tongue after all these years of practice. “What’s up?”

“I just missed you,” Lex said, following him through the cozy living room to the warm kitchen.

Clark rolled his emerald green eyes. “Did you now?”

Lex stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around Clark’s narrow waist. He leaned into him and rested a cheek on that broad back. “Of course,” he smiled, squeezing the farmboy tight.

Clark wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. “Don’t touch me, you liar!” He wanted to scream it. He really, really did. He was a liar! Lex was liar! The two of them were big fat liars!

Noah’s fucking ark just sprung a damn leak and the whole goddamn boat was about to sink straight down to hell.

“”Why do you ask that, Clark?” Lex asked, sounding surprised.

“Well,” Clark asked, breaking free from his hold, and walked around the kitchen table to face him. He needed to put some distance between them. He didn’t want to accidentally ram his fist through his face in the heat of the moment. “Do you?”

Lex put his hands up on the back of a chair. “You know I do.”

“Oh,” Clark said with a sickening sweet smile. “And here I thought I was just a pastime.”

Lex blinked.

Clark literally hissed at him for pretending to feign ignorance of his crime against his heart. “Leave,” he said, pointing at the kitchen door with a shaking finger. “I just want you to go.”

“Clark,” Lex said, holding up his hands in defense.

“No,” Clark said, shaking his finger. “I would like for you to leave now.”

“You don’t understand,” Lex said, trying to get him to listen.

“I understand all too well,” Clark snarled at him angrily. Oh, he was livid. “How could you do this to me?”

Lex actually looked frightened. Good! He should be. He had no idea who he was fucking with.

“I love you,” he hissed, walking over, opening the door. “Just go, Lex. Go call your little slut and tell her the pastime is over. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to jump right back into bed with your money fulltime.”

Lex just stood there, gawking openmouthed. He looked like a dying fish out of water. If Clark hadn’t felt like crying, he’d be laughing at him.

“If I didn’t love you, I’d break your face!” Clark snapped like a venomous serpent. “Now get the fuck out of my damn house!”

Lex did just that and Clark slammed the door with a satisfying bang. He just stood there in shock, feeling the tears stream from his glowing red eyes. He was so angry and hurt. He watched the asshole drive off, leaving dust in his cheating wake. The phone began to ring. He wanted to melt the damn thing. He cleared his throat. “Hello?”

“I’m on my way now,” Chloe said. “How is everything?”

Clark took a much needed breath and began to rant her ear off.

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In the Past

Trey had been moved into his comfortable dorm for four months now, and hiding his sexuality from his parents was really beginning to take its toll on his mental health. He could be himself at school, but he felt like a liar when he was at home. He was tired of hearing his mom ask him how come he didn’t have a girlfriend and all that crap. He had a taste of freedom and he was tried of feeling trapped in a gilded cage.

He was going to have to tell his parents about himself. It was driving him crazy. He was tired of fearing what would happen if his parents found out. If they did find out, it was going to be him who told them, and not some asshole.

He had his dorm room for a year, he had a job at the library, and he had money saved, so it would be easy to get an apartment after the year was out in case his parents threw him out for being a faggot. He could not help but laugh, because it really was funny when it came right down to it.

He had tried to come out to his mom over the phone last week when he was feeling really depressed. Lee and he had had a fight and he had felt like shit. It was over the whole coming out thing. He seriously considered taking a bunch of pills, wash them all down with a shit load of booze, and just fall asleep. Everything would be over and done with. That way Lee would never ever have to come out and his parents would not have to die from the shame of having a faggot for a son.

The tears came to his eyes just from thinking about what he had almost committed and he laughed about it. He wiped his eyes and looked out his window.

He had called his mom on the phone, crying like a baby. She really wanted to know what was going on. He just told her that he was really depressed and she told him that she felt like that when she went away to college. That had made him laugh like a crazy person. He could tell it had really frightened her, because he had never laughed like that before. He was in tears and was too afraid to tell her what was really going on. He was so afraid that she would hang up and he would never be allowed to talk to her again.

The two of them started talking and right when he was about to tell her that he was gay the fire alarm in the dorm went off. He had to hang up with her and he quickly grabbed his cell phone. When he got outside, it was already ringing. He was about to tell her again, when it suddenly died. He wanted to fucking scream. The tears just flowed from his eyes. He praised God that he had a hood on, so that nobody could see his tears. He had to wait outside for an hour for the damn fire department to figure out what the hell was going on. It turned out that two bitches on the second floor had burned some goddamn popcorn. He wanted to slit their wrists and drink their blood for being such dumb assholes. Hey, maybe hurting someone else would make him feel better?

He went back to his room to find that his mother had left him seven messages. She assumed his cell phone had died and wanted him to call her back immediately. She sounded worried sick about him. She should be. He was losing his damn mind.

He called her back and he lied about everything. He told her that he just missed home, and everything was so new. The food was terrible, and he hated the people who lived on his floor. All of it was just one big fat lie.

He shook his head and closed his window. Jerry was gone for the weekend and he was thankful that he was alone. All he needed to do now was let his roommate find out that he was gay. That would be wonderful.

He walked over to his closet and pulled his liquor out from the back. It was so nice to have a friend who understood and did not judge. As he walked back over to his bed, he saw Jerry’s Bible sitting on his desk. He cocked his head to the side and just looked at the hideous little black book. It was because of this book and all the misinterpretations that he and everyone like him was hated and reviled by people who were supposed to be merciful and compassionate. What a load of fucking bullshit. The moment they find out your queer, they kick the shit out of you. Oh, he had read so many stories and all the shit the news never shows. He hated religious people. He didn’t know that all powerful God was racist, prejudice and a homophobic flaccid prick. They could all go fuck themselves up the ass with their white Jesus hanging on his damn cross.

Where was the mercy? Where was the compassion? Where was the kindness? How can they call themselves Christians? It made him sick to his stomach just thinking about how many gay people across the world are murdered because of religious bullshit. How many gay teens or adults commit suicide because of intolerance? You know what tolerance shouldn’t have anything to do with it. Gay people are people, goddamn it! They shouldn’t have to be fucking tolerated. That’s like some stupid bitch tolerating a damn dog because it eats her expensive shoes. Gay people have the fucking right to live, love, and express themselves just like anybody else.

It used to be black people who had to take so much shit, now it’s the queers, and the bull-dykes. Well, gay people are every people! They are black, red, yellow, white, olive, ivory, porcelain, onyx, alabaster, pink, tan, and brown. There is a reason why we chose the rainbow as our symbol. We are all skin colors, and culture. Some straight people are so fucking stupid.

“Please, Jesus,” he prayed as he opened his bottle of Crown Royal. “Save my people from your misguided followers.”

He began pouring himself some shots, and downed each one until he felt nice and toasty on the inside. He dropped his shot glass and curled up on his bed, hugging the bottle tightly. He laid just like that for sometime, just caressing the bottle lovingly.

“Thank you for making the world livable,” he cooed to it as he stroked its cute little crown. “You make everything feel so much better.”

That was when his cell phone began to ring. He moaned and wondered where the damn thing was. He could hear it, but he couldn’t see it.

“Where are you?” He snarled and sat his beloved drink down.

He stumbled to his feet and over to his desk where it was on top of his algebra book. He really hated that class. It could die and burn in hell forever and ever. The professor could go right along with it, too.

“Hello,” he slurred as he took an ungraceful seat in his chair. It was Lee.

“Are you drunk?” He asked.

“Maybe,” Trey giggled and tried to sit back without slinking into the floor.

“Is this about what I said?” He asked.

Trey frowned and didn’t want to lose his happy buzz. “Maybe.”

“You make me so mad,” Lee hissed angrily. “Where are you?”

“What’s it to you?” Trey asked, starting to feel really sad now.

“I want to see you,” he said. “Are you in your room?”

Trey nodded.

“Well?” Lee asked.

“Oh,” Trey snorted, realizing that Lee couldn’t see him. “Yes.”

“How drunk are you?” Lee asked.

“Umm,” Trey said, realizing that if he got up he would fall. “I see seven hands on my fingers.”

“How much did you have?” The irritated blonde asked.

“Well,” Trey said, trying to turn around and look at his bottle. “A shit load of Crown Royal.”

Lee didn’t say a word.

“He’s my friend,” Trey giggled happily, making kissy faces at the bottle. “He’s so cute with his little crown and his warm amber fun.”

“I’m going to try and sneak in,” Lee said.

Trey started to hum the theme song to 007.

“Hide your booze,” Lee told him. “And unlock your door.”

Trey nodded again.

“Are you even listening to me?” Lee asked.

“Uh huh,” Trey smiled. “I’m just picturing you wearing black leather pants, matching black leather commando boots, and a red thingy tied across your forehead as you kick my door down.”

Lee snorted. “Just make sure your door is unlocked.”

“Fine,” Trey groaned, stumbling to his feet, almost falling. “You’re always destroying my erotic fantasies of you and all your hotness.”

“I’ll be there in five,” Lee said, and hung up.

Trey rolled his eyes and wished he hadn’t. The world was spinning round, and around, and around, he wanted off.

He fell against the door with a thump and quickly unlocked it as he slid down it to his knees. He slowly began to crawl back to where his bed was, and just fell flat on his stomach. The world was still spinning around in circles. How much of his best friend had he had? Everything felt numb and all the pain seemed to float back to the surface.

He made his way over to the trashcan and stuck his fingers down his throat. He made damn sure his hair was out of the way when he began to throw up everything that had been in his stomach. When the hell had he had carrots?

He pushed the can away and fell over on his side with tears streaming down his face. He still felt sick, and he was so tired of being here. He hated this planet. He was tired of the lies, the hiding, always pretending to be something that he wasn’t.

He was gay! He was fucking beautiful! Why was he doing this to himself? He should just scream for the whole world to go fuck itself real good.

He rolled over onto his back and just let the tears fall. Where was Lee? He wanted Lee.

A sudden knock came at the door and it quickly opened and closed.

“Hey,” he heard Lee say and then. “Shit.”

Trey lifted an arm. “Lee?”

He heard the door lock, and then felt hands lifting him up into a sitting position, and he was resting against a broad chest that just rippled with muscles.

“What have you done to yourself,” Lee asked in concern as he held the smaller man against his hard chest.

Trey just closed his eyes. This was nice. He was being held. It was nice and warm.

“What’s that smell?” Lee asked, looking around for the source, spotting the trashcan. “Did you throw up?”

“Uh huh,” Trey mumbled.

“You’re really going to hate yourself tomorrow,” Lee said, with a small laugh.

“I hate myself now,” Trey whispered.

Lee looked over to see the half empty bottle of Crown Royal and whistled. “You hit that shit hard.”

“Not hard enough,” Trey said.

Lee narrowed his blue eyes. “Come again?”

“I can’t go on like this,” Trey said, trying to pull away from him. “I can’t keep hiding who I am from my parents.”

“I know,” Lee said.

Trey stopped struggling with him and just looked at him. Did he just hear that, or was that the booze talking?

“Say what?” He asked.

Was Lee finally realizing that keeping their romantic relationship a secret was hurting them both? The whole “best friend” thing was not going to hold up forever. They had both just been afraid of what their parent’s reactions might be like, and still do. Hell, Lee’s whole team could find out and kick him off. Well, some of those guys were not all that straight anyway. But, Lee’s dad…the man was scary.

“I’ll go with you,” Lee said. “That is, if you still want me to go with you.”

Trey let out a slow breath. He was so happy.

“God,” Lee said with a sick face, waving his hands in front of his nose. “You really need to brush your teeth...and hit the mouthwash hard.”

Trey narrowed his eyes and punched him in the arm.

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“There’s my beautiful man,” Elizabeth called out to him as she got up off the sectional sofa. “I’m so happy that you’ve decided to come home for the barbeque tomorrow.”

Trey walked over and hugged her tight. His mom was so pretty and warm.

“Oh,” she said, when the handsome blond come walking around the corner. “And who is this good looking young man I see?”

“Where?” Lee asked, looking around, and then pointed at himself. “Me?”

She laughed out loud and she hugged him as well.

“Where’s Dad?” Trey asked her, looking around with a nervous eye.

“He is out lounging by the pool,” she said, making a face. “The lazy dog.”

Lee laughed. “He works hard.”

“Of course he does,” Elizabeth agreed with him sarcastically.

Trey snorted. His Dad was a dentist. He had to clean teeth, fix cavities, and condemn unfortunate souls to wearing braces for much of their young lives. He thanked God that he had been blessed with perfect teeth, and that he had never had a cavity in his life. Whenever he would visit the office to see his dad, just looking at the patience faces made him nervous as hell when Satan was home for the holidays.

“How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” She asked, as she took him by the hand. “You did not sound all too well last week.”

“Last week?” Lee asked.

“I was just depressed,” Trey lied. “It’s nothing to worry about now.”

Lee was giving him the stare. He hated the store. So, he ignored it.

“You sounded like you really wanted to tell me something, precious,” she said, leading them into the kitchen. “And not what you told me.”

Trey bit his bottom lip and Lee looked like he wanted to grab his hand.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Trey said, starting to feel his knees shaking.

“Oh, Lady,” his mother said. “You’ve gotten a girl pregnant.”

Trey’s mouth dropped open in shock and Lee snorted.

“No,” Trey said, shaking his head.

“Thank goodness,” she said, putting a hand over her heart. “That makes me feel so much better.”

“I’m gay,” he said, without thinking.

You could have heard a pin drop. The silence was frightening.

She looked into his beautiful dewy gray eyes, and then looked at Lee. She looked confused. Was she going to make him say it again?

“When you say gay,” she said, pointing from her son to Lee. “You mean that…”

“I’m his boyfriend,” Lee said, stepping up beside him, putting an arm across his shoulder.

“Oh,” Elizabeth said, looking at her son. “Oh!”

A tear fell from a gray orb. Here it comes. He could hear it now. She was going to throw the basket of apples at him, and scream for him to leave.

“Gay, huh?” A deep voice asked from the doorway and all three turned to look.

“Dad,” Trey whispered.

Lee looked like he was ready to pounce in front of him in order to defend him should a physical blow come.

“I knew your teeth were too perfect to belong to a straight boy,” his dad said.

Trey didn’t know what to say, and Lee had to pick his mouth up off the floor. Did his dad just make a joke?

“You’re not mad,” Trey asked, feeling that his knees were about to give out on him. “You don’t hate me?”

“You’re our baby, Sweetheart,” Elizabeth said, pulling him into her arms. “We could never hate you for being who you are.”

“You are going to have babies,” Mr. Garland said. “Right?”

Elizabeth glared at him. “Not until he’s out of school and has a good job.”

Lee was just lost in translation. This had gone better than Trey had thought it would have. In fact, this was fucking wonderful.

“And you,” Mr. Garland said, slapping Lee on his broad back. “If you make him cry, I’ll make you cry even harder. I have a little drill I like to use, I call her Lucille.”

“Dad,” Trey protested.

Lee’s blue eyes widened when Mr. Garland roared with laughter. Trey smiled. In a way, it would be funny seeing his dad chasing the muscular footballer with a tooth drill.

“Where are your bags?” Elizabeth asked. “Allen, help them.”

“In the car,” Trey said.

“You still drive that yellow Sunfire, Lee?” Allen asked.

Lee nodded his blond head. “Yes, I do.”

Allen chuckled. “Can I take it for a spin around the block?”

Lee looked at Trey, and then back at the scary dentist. “Sure.”

“Yes,” Allen roared and quickly went to go change.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Lazy dog.”

The two teens watched him run off through the house.

“Best friends,” Elizabeth snorted, lifted up some dark hair, making it look like an antenna on top of her head. “I knew there was something fishy about that whole story.”

“What are you doing?” Trey asked.

“Gaydar,” she said. “I’m going to go in and get a new service. Apparently this one’s no good.”

Trey was in shock and Lee looked almost jealous. There was no way his parents would take this so well. This was almost something out of a dream. Well, not really. Some people really took stuff like this well. He was sure that his mom had to be some kind of neo pagan, and his dad was an atheist. There was no Bible in their house, and Trey had never been to church before. Why had he been so afraid to come out?

Poor, Lee. His dad was a hardcore Christian. If it went against the word of his “White Jesus” then it was of the Devil. He bitch slapped the heathens with the Bible. Hell, he bet that if there was ever a holy war, Lee’s dad would be the one to fire the first shot.

Lee’s mom was an enigma to him. He just did not get her at all. She would dress up in her high fashion and sit right beside her husband in church. She did everything that was asked of her, but her heart was not in it. She did it all just for looks. He knew that for certain. She did what she had to do in order to keep from rocking the boat. Poor, Lee.

His sister knew about him, and accepted him. At least he had her to fall back on if they ever found out about him. That was one good thing.

“Are you out, Dear?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Huh,” Lee asked, looking around. “Out where?”

“Out to your parents,” She said.

“My dad would beat me,” Lee told her honestly, biting his bottom lip. “If not kill me.”

Trey took his hand.

“We have two guestrooms, dear,” she said with a small smile. “Either one is yours if that ever happens.”

Lee looked completely speechless. He quickly showed his appreciation by hugging her. Trey couldn’t help but smile. He was one of the few lucky ones who had cool parents.

“I’ll make us some drinks,” she said.

“I’ll just have water,” Trey said.

“Same here,” Lee said as Trey led him from the room.

“Oh,” Elizabeth said, “Just FYI, you each sleep in separate rooms.”

Trey blushed something furious. “I’m a virgin!”

Lee snorted. “Me, too.”

“Good,” she said, working the ice machine. “Let’s keep it that way until you’ve both graduated.”

“All right,” Allen said, walking back into the room. “Let’s go for that spin.”

Lee handed him the keys, and Trey pulled him after his father.

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Present

“I’m coming through the door, Clark,” Chloe said, stepping up on the porch. “You can hang up now.”

The door suddenly flew open and the farmboy stormed out in a whirlwind. “And he had the balls to try and pretend that nothing was wrong! He had the balls, Chloe, the balls!”

She clicked her cell phone shut and just looked at him. “Two hours, Clark.”

“I hope that little slut chokes on them,” he hissed angrily. “I hope his cock ruptures something in her throat.”

Chloe held up her fingers. “Two hours, Clark.”

“I hope she gags on his cream,” he snapped right along with the door behind her. “I hope she has a deadly allergic reaction to it.”

“Oh my God!,” She roared. “You’re worse than Lois when she’s on it!”

“On what?” Clark asked and then rolled his eyes. “Probably.”

“How is he doing?” She asked, setting her purse down on the kitchen table.

“He is asleep,” he said, following her up the stairs. “And to be honest, it freaks me out.”

She walked into Clark’s bedroom to see her friend lying on the bed. The sun was streaming through the window, making his skin glow, and his hair look smoky. He was so beautiful.

The two of them just stood there in the doorway watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. It was hard to believe that he was dead…had been dead. It was hauntingly spooky.

Caw!

“I’m going to fry that damn bird,” Clark hissed angrily. “It’s about to get on my last nerve.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Go clean something.”

Clark just looked at her. “Are you serious?”

“It’ll help you to calm down,” she said, and listened to him walk down the steps. “Or cause you to break something.”

“I heard that,” he whispered in her ear, vanishing in a whoosh.

She hated when he did that.

“Lee,” Trey mumbled in his sleep, rolling over onto his side. His dark hair seemed to glisten in the warm light as it fell across his beautiful paper white face.

Chloe’s heart ached, and she walked over to sit in the chair next to him.

TBC…

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Flora.