Starry Night

Author's note: I can't believe it took me this long to update. 0.o! Sorry about the wait. I gues life is really catching up to me. I'm not giving up on this story though! It may take a while between chapters but I will continue until the end!

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I was back at the station now. The sun hadn’t come up yet and I was alone in the lounge. My pillow and blanket were set neatly on one of the couches in front of the television, so I quickly ran to it and buried my face in the cloth, screaming with all my might.

This whole time I had been running from that other world to avoid any bad memories, and now I’ve come to find that Blake was just like the people here.

What am I going to do? I’m sure Blake will be up in the tower tomorrow night, and I’ve still got to speak with the Unseelie, if that was what it really was.

I’m starting to wonder if it was just me, or that life was one big drama for everyone.


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The morning came quicker than I expected and I attempted to sleep in, only to have Carter put some McDonald’s breakfast in front of me. The smell of which caused my belly to rumble.

Groggily I sat up and began eating gratefully, only half aware that the man was standing beside the couch watching me. I downed the entire thing then slammed my drink before falling over on my side and covering up again.

The sound of wrinkling paper indicated that Carter was cleaning up after me and I covered my ears, trying to dim out the sounds of life. In my silence, I had forgotten how valuable sound was and jerked away when I felt a slight pressure on my side. Above me, the man was kneeling over and examining me with a hand on the blankets.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked.

I didn’t answer and covered my face with the cloth. Then his hand began to slide back and forth along my side comforting like.

“Stop it.” I commanded quietly, almost forgetting to deepen my voice.

His hand froze. “So you are mad at me.”

“I’m mad at a lot of things, now leave me alone.” I answered.

“I’m sorry I had to take yesterday off.” He leaned further over me. “It’s just that I had to take care of a few things. You know that Cecelia woman is still trying to convince everyone that you’re Jack?”

I tensed.

“I actually had to spend the day negotiating with her and Tanner. They almost went at it too. The way I see it, she’s only so set on you because you let Jack get away, and now needs someone to help run that little Diner of hers. If she doesn’t get help soon, she’ll have to close down.” He explained.

I finally sat up and looked at him. “Why do you like me?” I asked.

Carter appeared confused at the change of topic. “Why would you ask that all of a sudden?”

“Because I’ve been wondering it for a while now.”

The man seemed to think it over for a minute. “Well, if I had to say, it would probably be because of how adorable you are.”

That was it. “So that’s the only reason? Because of what I look like? What if I looked like Jack?”

That got him. “What? How could you ever look that horrible?”

“So appearance does matter?”

“Come on, you can’t be mad because of that! Would you kiss a toad?”

“I recall a certain princess was capable of it.” I retorted.

Carter giggled. “Actually she kissed a frog, not a toad. And secondly…” He suddenly grabbed me by the chin and tilted my head up towards him. “Adorable is a factor involving more than just appearance.”

“Then what else?” I continued to ask stubbornly.

“How you act for one.”

“And how do I act to you?”

“Adorable.”

“How? In what way?”

Carter sighed deeply and let me go. “What’s with all these questions?”

“I want to know!” I demanded, then slipped into my lie. “Ever since I came to this town I’ve been assaulted by sexual harassment! You can’t blame me if I wonder why.”

Before I knew it, Carter had sat me up and was looking at me with steel-like eyes. “Who has?”

Feeling emboldened in my utter despair over Blake, I had no problem answering defiantly. “You for one!”

Carter seemed insulted. “What? How? I mean, I may be a little pushy, but I’ve not full on assaulted you!”

“Then what was it you did back in the car not too long ago?”

“I, it was…I just got caught up in the heat of the moment.” He fumbled for an excuse. “I couldn’t help it. Back then you were acting so strange I felt like comforting you.”

“So you decided to molest me?”

“It’s not molestation when you help with it!” He retorted, offended.

“I didn’t do that! I didn’t even want it!”

Carter then smiled. “You body said other wise though.”

I shivered, wondering what was going through his head now. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“The way you were moaning that night didn’t help in telling me that you didn’t like it.”

I had to of turned an all new shade of red. Did I actually moan? Thinking back, having those kinds of things done to my body didn’t hurt at all like I was used to. Was it possible that I liked it?

I began shaking my head furiously, denying everything he said and that I thought, then yelped.

Something was between my thighs, cupping my most vulnerable spot. Carter leaned down to my ear and began whispering.

“I know I said it wouldn’t happen again, but if you’re going to deny liking what I had done to you, then I’m going to have to remind you.”

Half my body was covered by the quilt, as was his arm, thus hiding his actions from outside eyes. I felt his palm pressing up against me, gently kneading the heat into it.

I got dizzy, and realized where we were. “Stop! This is the station! Don’t you think someone will walk in and see you?”

“Let them watch.” He sneered, and began pressing with more and more pressure up against me. I then grabbed his arm with both my hands and did my best to push him away, only to have him grab one and pin it to the back of the couch. I knew for a fact that I couldn’t stop him with just one arm, yet attempted to resist anyways.

Clenching my legs together, I hoped he would be unable to reach me, but all that helped to do was supply more pressure to my groin and thus increase the searing heat that had risen there.

Carter removed his hand from between my thighs and then undid my jeans. If I weren’t so embarrassed about the situation, I would have screamed for help.

I felt as his large, slim hand delved down into my underwear and grab my hardening member. The feel of bare skin against it sent shivers all along my body and I let out a feeble cry.

“Now tell me you don’t like this.” He demanded from me as his bare hand slid up and down my shaft.

It felt so good I couldn’t say anything understandable. Each word I attempted to utter turned into a moan as he gently squeezed it every so often.

The room was spinning around me and I felt dazed in my disbelief that this was actually happening. His thumb then began to play with my tip, sliding around the edges and sides, teasing it till I felt as though it would burst.

I didn’t even notice that my legs had spread at this point. My entire body was hot, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lay my head back against the couch while I gasped for air.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he removed his thumb from my tip and began rubbing the underside. I was unable to prevent my hips from suddenly jerking towards him. Soon, almost rhythmically, I was sliding my pelvis back and forth along with the strokes of his hand.

I felt something building inside of me. It got stronger and stronger, and was directed to where Carter’s hand was. For a second, I thought I needed to go to the bathroom and a strange fear of wetting my pants made me almost gain focus.

I only managed to sit up half way when he tugged on me, making me sit back again. Now, his palm was wrapped all around my manhood, slowly sliding all along it, back and forth.

I wanted to cross my legs and run to the bathroom, thinking I had to pee, but the pleasure was keeping me from moving. I did my best to hold it, but the longer I did that, the better the pleasure was, till finally I found I couldn’t do it anymore.

“Uh, AAAUUUUUUHHH!” I shouted as a spasm of ecstasy shot through my body, releasing the pressure that had built within me. My whole body shook as the momentous pleasure continued, then slowly subsided.

Everything was blurry now. I felt a small trickle of drool on the side of my mouth, but was too exhausted to wipe it away. Carter, on the other hand, sat in front of me grinning. He pulled his hand out and stood. “Now I’ll need to have those blankets cleaned.”

At that moment, I felt truly tired. I just wanted to lie there limply and drift off to sleep yet did my best to stay awake in case he tried to repeat his actions. Sure, I didn’t like it when people gave me this kind of attention, but it was clear to me now that I couldn’t resist such a thing.

“Is everything okay in here?” Someone asked from the hallway. “I thought I heard a yell.”

I didn’t bother to turn my head to see who it was and continued to lay back with my eyes closed.

“Yeah, I guess he had a nightmare or something.” I heard Carter lie.

“That all?”

“Pretty much. Sorry to have troubled you.”

“Alright, no problem. By the way, Tanner said he wanted to speak with you this afternoon when you get a chance to.”

I opened my eyes and stared at the chubby officer in the doorway.

“Really?” Carter stiffened. “I thought everything had been settled yesterday. Don’t tell me that woman is still pounding on his door?

The chubby officer shrugged, his light brown mustache bending to the form of his lips as he frowned. “I have no idea. I just know he wanted to talk to you. What about, I’m not quite sure.”

Carter rubbed his face and glanced at me. “Alright, no problem. I’ll be there.”

“Okay, I’ll go tell him while I run some files over to his office.” The chubby mustached officer smiled and left.

I watched him go before returning my attention to the man in front of me. He appeared angry and had moved his hands to his hips.

I would have asked what was wrong, but was still too tired to really care enough. So I slid down onto my side to get more comfortable, only to find that my blankets were wet. I slightly groaned in annoyance and began kicking them off while situating myself so that no one would get an eyeful.

“I’ll take these then.” Carter grabbed them roughly and stood to leave. “Excuse me, I’d like to continue our…Interactions, but I have a few things to do before this afternoon. I’ll be back tonight though.” His expression slightly softened. “Be sure to take a shower soon. Otherwise you may smell all day.”

He left then, blankets in hand. I leaned back and allowed myself to drift back to sleep, already having forgotten that entire conversation.

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It was probably past noon when I woke up. I didn’t care though and quickly made my way to the showers in the officer’s locker. After making sure no one else was there, I cleaned myself off and redressed in five minutes flat. Without much else to do, I returned to the lounge to watch a couple shows. When I got bored, I went out for a walk around town. Nothing new happened, just the same old people greeting me with a friendly smile they only showed to those they believed were good enough to see it.

If I told everyone who I was, they probably would stop smiling at me like that. Heck, the sexual harassment might even stop…

I paused on the corner of a block, right in front of an ice cream parlor. People were passing me and cars were honking on the street. I scanned around the people to see what expressions they shared with each other. Maybe not at everyone, but most of them did smile towards one another.

Why was that?

A woman passed by an old man holding his grandson’s hand just before crossing the street and they smiled warmly at each other as though they knew one another for years. Then a man smiled and tipped his hat towards another man who had held open a door for him.

I couldn’t believe it. Everything I thought people were doing specifically to me they were doing to everyone else!

It wasn’t because I looked better than everyone else, it was because I looked LIKE everyone else! Now that I noticed, the town seemed to turn upside down dramatically.

Everyone who I had come to know as extremely ugly, looked rather average. For the first time I realized that the supposed ugly people of this town weren’t actually ugly. The only way I had seen them as such was because as Jack, all I saw was their ugly side because I had molded myself into the kind of person everyone hated.
Was it because of what I looked like, or because of who I was? If I told everyone I was Jack, would they hate me for who I was, or for what I used to act like?

These questions began to make my head spin. I had to sit somewhere and think things over first. Tonight I knew there was a good chance that Carter would pounce on me again, but regardless of how my body acted, I still wanted to avoid it. So I doubled back and returned to the park which I had passed earlier in my walk. There were benches for me to sit on and I picked one under a tree in the shade.

A couple birds landed nearby, I believe they were robins, but I’m not really sure. They began pecking at the ground around the bench as I thought.

Was it possible that it wasn’t everyone else who judged each other by appearances, but me?

I had always assumed such things. Thinking everyone else was ugly, and that so was I. But now I wasn’t so sure.

I spent the rest of my day thinking things through. A few girls came by and started up a conversation, asking what school I went to and where I was from. I lied the whole time of course, and waited for them to leave before grabbing something to eat from one of the closer fast food joints. I used money Carter had lent me and bought a burger and fries with a hi-c drink.

Watching the sky darken was like watching the grass grow. It took forever and when it finally happened I could hardly believe it really was night.

As usual the Unseelie appeared and began approaching me. I knew Blake would most likely be in the tower waiting for me, hoping to explain himself in some way.

It came closer, and a question popped into my head just before it engulfed me.

“How am I connected to you?” I asked it.

No one was in the park at this time. They had all gone home as I sat on the bench waiting for nighttime, so no one was around to witness this conversation.

The Unseelie rippled and rose up into its humanoid form. All it did was stare at me in some strange way.

I knew it couldn’t answer anything other than yes or no questions, but I felt like asking anyway.

“Did I make you? Call you here? Or are you the one using me?”

The shadow being appeared annoyed at the type of questions I was asking. “I know you can only reply yes or no, but that’s not gonna stop me from wondering.”

The evil glare it gave me almost made me shiver. Instead, for a change of pace, I took a step towards it. If this thing could just speak, even a few more words, I would probably have more answers than I did now. So I continued my abrupt approach until surprisingly it began to back away from me.

“What are you? Are you really an Unseelie? Or something else? What do you have in common with Mooncrest?” I continued to assault it with questions.

The being continued to back up, it’s slit green eyes going wide in shock. The only thing I could think of that would explain why this was is that it probably thought I was too scared of it to actually do anything like this.

“If you can change you’re form so freely, then why can’t you talk!?” I raised my voice. “I’m sure forming a mouth couldn’t possibly be as difficult as traveling between worlds, or turning into a shadow. So do it! I want some answers and I’m sick of being limited to what I can ask!”

I have no idea where this sudden spurt of anger came from, but the courage it was giving me made me feel strong.

“Answer me!” I shouted in my unusual fit of rage.

The shadow being then stopped backing up, but I continued till I was merely an inch away from it. The creature was much taller than me, and I most likely looked ridiculous standing so close to it that I had to look directly up to keep our eyes connected, but frankly I was too interested in the change of mood that I didn’t care.

The Unseelie examined me. I glared back, not breaking eye contact. I don’t know what I expected, but I kept up the tough guy act until the beings eyes softened. I was surprised, but didn’t show it.

Suddenly, the shadow being bent down as though it were going to kiss me. Shocked, I simply stood there like an idiot wondering how that would happen since it didn’t have a mouth to do that with. Then everything turned dark, and I found myself in the tower facing Blake.

He appeared surprised…and extremely tired. His hair was combed though, and his suit was neatly tucked and wrinkle free. His green eyes glimmered in his exhaustion.

Blake opened his mouth as though he were going to say something, but then kept quiet, as though he were too surprised to speak.

My rage over speaking with the silent shadow being subsided then was replaced with a sense of shame.

I was still a little angry that I didn’t get the answers that I wanted from the Unseelie, but now a few new ones popped into my head that I knew could be answered, if I could only ask them. But first things first. After all the things Blake had done for me, I at least owed him a chance to explain himself, or maybe just an apology of some sort.

“I…” This time it was me who stuttered. “I’m sorry.”

I began rubbing my left arm with my right hand and looked to the ground like I had been caught doing something horrible.

Blake was silent for a moment. Obviously not sure what to think. “…For what?”

I glanced at him, then looked back down. “For how I am.”

The man stiffened at that. “There’s nothing wrong with how you are though.”

I suppose I should have felt flattered that he said that, but all I did was sigh and look up at him. “There’s a lot wrong with how I am and you know it. So don’t try to lie and say there isn’t.”

Blake seemed a little taken aback by my rigid response. Though in a way, he appeared as though I had just insulted him and not myself. “Please don’t say such things about yourself…” He spoke sadly. “Besides…I’m the one who was at fault. I was selfish to think only of myself and to have put you in such a situation. So please don’t think it had anything to do with-“

I began shaking my head rapidly. “I don’t want to talk about that!”

He stopped mid sentence.

I looked him in the eye defiantly, similarly to how he had faced me last night when he confessed. “You were right. What you said last night. I don’t know what to do when someone actually likes me. I don’t know how to act when someone tells me, and I have no idea how to properly like others. I’m so used to being treated like a pest that I never was able to get a grasp of what the brighter side of life would be like if things were to get better for me.”

Blake’s eyes focused on me sadly and he took a step towards me with his hand reaching out in a comforting manner, but I stepped back and looked away. “Singer…Please give me a chance…” He plead.

I looked back at him from the corner of my eye with my head still tilted down to the ground. “What you’re asking for is too much for me to handle right now.” I shifted on my feet uneasily, unsure of how he would respond to my rejection. “I’ve got a lot of things to deal with and…I don’t want any bad memories of this place.”

Blake stood straight and sighed, disappointed. . “So what do you want to do then?” He finally asked.

I was tired of drama, and sick of being sad. So I smiled up at him widely, catching him off guard with my sudden change in attitude. “Let’s to the fair!”