Inner Demons

Chapter 2

Darren slammed the door to his house shut, ignoring the shocked look from his grandmother and rushed up to his bedroom. There he shut the door and crawled under the quilt. He knew Mike was downstairs, most likely talking to his grandmother, pretending nothing had happened.

He didn’t know how long he had been lying there, but there was a knock on the door and his grandmother’s voice.

“Darren, dinner is ready.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“It’s you favourite.” Elizabeth said, trying to get her grandson out of his room.

“I said, I’m not hungry!”

Darren heard his grandmother leave and sighed out of relief. That was until there was another knock and someone opened the door.

“I said I wasn…” Darren stopped talking when he saw who it was. “Get out!”

“Darren.”

“I don’t want to see you, Mike!”

Mike closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “Please listen to me.”

“No!”

Mike shook his head. “Granny is worried about you.”

“She has good reason to be with you here.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Mike asked, not knowing what he might have done wrong. “Tell me what I did, so that I can fix it.”

“You can’t bloody fix it, Mike!” Darren screamed and got out of bed. “I really thought you were different. I even said so to Ben to make him like you! But then you prove me wrong, and you’re no better than you fucking father!”

“What the hell does my father have to do with this?!” Mike yelled back, remembering what Darren had sobbed in the restroom.

“He abused me, Mike! What you did to me at school today, is the same thing he did to me at night when we lived under the same roof.”

Mike’s eyes went wide with the revelation of what his father had done to Darren, at least according to Darren himself. Mike couldn’t believe what he had just said. No way had his father ever done something like that, he was a kind person, who wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why not? Finding it so hard to believe your father raped me? Did you know that he sometimes didn’t even bother to prepare me, he just pushed himself inside of me, looking for a quick release.” Darren was standing right in front of Mike now. “I can tell you this much, you definitely inherited his size in more ways then one.”

“Shut up.” Mike hissed, refusing to look Darren in the eyes.

“No, I won’t shut up.” Darren said and leaned against Mike, forcing him to acknowledge his presence. “I want you to listen to what your father did to me and why I hate the two of you.”

“Please stop.”

“Like you did? Like your father did?” Darren challenged. “He held me down on the bed, covered my mouth with his hand, licking away the tears I shed. Almost every day he came into my room, after everyone had fallen asleep. I had to do some many things to him, hand jobs, blowjobs and lets not forget that he fucked me too. I don’t know what was worse, the times he fucked me raw or the times he actually took time to prepare me, making me feel that he cared in a way. Sometimes I pretended it was you who was fucking me into the mattress, just so that I could stand to be touched by him.”

Mike forced himself to look Darren in the eyes, seeing the unshed tears lingering there.

“I had to force myself up in the mornings, ignoring the pain and pretending that everything was all right. Because who would believe me? Everyone has this perfect picture of your father, he’s almost like a hero, I couldn’t possibly ruin that.” Darren took a deep breath and continued. “I’m not sure, but the thing stopped me from taking my own life I think, was you. The times we played footsie under the breakfast table. The good night kisses, or make-out session if you want to call it that, you gave me before you went to your own room for the night.”

Darren leaned up and covered Mike’s lips with his own. Mike stood stock still, and didn’t response to the kiss at all. Snorting, Darren took a step back and turned around, refusing to look at Mike.

“Tell grandma I’m not hungry, but to save something for me to later.”

Mike nodded and opened the door and closing it after himself, disappearing down the stairs. Darren crunched down and clutched his stomach, hoping the pain would go away soon. He could see Mike’s expression change before him, still he hadn’t been able to stop. He needed to tell him, wanted to share the things that had happened to him. A part of him wanted to apologise, wanted to run after him and hug him. He didn’t care that his grandmother was home, didn’t care that their little secret might be uncovered. All he cared about was Mike’s arms around him and their lips melting together.

He crawled back to the bed and laid down, wishing never to wake up again. Unfortunately the moment his eyes had closed, his phone rang and he was forced to answer.

“Yes?”

“Uhm… It’s me.”

Darren sighed. “What do you want Ben?”

“Can we talk? Or is it a bad time?”

“I guess we can talk.”

“I could call back, if you want.”

“Just say what you want to say, Benjamin.” Darren said, getting irritated at his best friend.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do what I did today.

Darren was now sitting on the bed, almost speechless at what Benjamin had said. “You didn’t mean to?!”

“No, I mean I didn’t want to…”

“Fuck you, Ben!” Darren hissed and ended the conversation abruptly.

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Mike was sitting inside his room, biting his lip while trying to comprehend what Darren had told him mere minutes ago. Elizabeth had been devastated when she heard that Darren wouldn’t come down and that he himself had declined dinner all of a sudden. He was happy though, happy she hadn’t heard the conversation they had or rather Darren spilling out all his darkest secrets.

He couldn’t understand that his father, the person he had looked up to for so long, had done something to the very person he himself claimed to love. What was worse, he wasn’t any better, he had done exactly the same thing his father had, but it was also so much worse, he had done it in a public places. It had taken him everything he had not throw up when Darren had told him everything.

The clock ticked away, and before he knew it was almost 8.00pm. He untangled himself from the sheets and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the hall. Tears streaked his face and he looked pale too. The door opened and he was starring into Darren’s face, which was just as pale and tear streaked as his.

They stood there for awhile, looking into each other’s eyes, before Darren stepped fully inside and closed the door, remembering to lock it too. Mike sat down on the toilet, leaning his head backwards while waiting for Darren to speak.

“I’m sorry.” It was barely said above a whisper.

Mike let out another shuddering breath. “I’m sorry too.”

“I…”

Mike leaned up again and looked at Darren, while he was desperately trying to dry away his tears. He took Darren’s hand away from his face and ran his thumbs under Darren’s tearful eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. I don’t know why, but just the thought of you and Benjamin made me so angry and I wasn’t able to stop. I’m sorry.”

Sitting back down on the toilet, Mike let Darren sit on his lap and held him tightly. Darren threaded his fingers into Mike’s hair, massaging his scalp and buried his face into Mike’s neck. They both started to cry silently, making each other’s shirts wet with tears.

Darren pulled back and brushed Mike’s hair away from his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”

Mike shook his head. “You should have told me the first time he did that to you.”

“You look up to him as if he was a hero, you wouldn’t have believed me, no one would.” Darren argued lightly. “But I definitely shouldn’t have told you the way I did.”

“We both did mistakes, mine worse than yours.” Mike said and placed a gentle kiss on Darren’s cheek.

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not. I did the same as my father did to you. I can’t believe I did this to you, hurt you in such a way.”

“Mike, I forgive you.” Darren said and returned the gentle kiss on the cheek. “Have you eaten?”

Mike shook his head. “Not yet. I didn’t feel like eating before.”

Darren nodded and got up from Mike’s lap. “Let us get something to eat then.”

“We should probably wash our faces first.”

Darren smiled and gave a short nod.

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The next day, Darren faked a serious coughing fit and stayed at home with Mike, not feeling like going to school knowing Benjamin would be angry at him. They were currently sitting in the living room, watching a film that had little to no sense in it.

“Boys, I’m leaving now. The dinner is in the fridge and you just have to reheat it.” Elizabeth said while putting on her jacket.

“Okay, have a nice trip.” Darren shouted, not taking his eyes away from the television.

“Thank you, darling.” Elizabeth said and opened the door. “Bye boys, see you next week.”

“Bye.” Mike said, then turned to Darren. “Where is she going?”

“Her club has an annual week trip thing to Oslo, where they do stuff old ladies do.”

“Basically you don’t know anything besides the fact that she’s going to Oslo for a week.”

“You got it.”

“Some grandson you are.” Mike said, leaning back on the couch.

“Well, look at it this way, if she was here and not on her way to Oslo,” Darren smiled mischievously and suddenly he was sitting on Mike’s lap, legs on each side of Mike’s thighs. “I couldn’t do this.”

Mike instantly placed a firm grip on Darren’s waist, helping him to keep steady. Darren closed the distance between them, letting their lips meet and melt together like they had both wanted after yesterdays fight. Mike parted Darren’s lips with his tongue, exploring the hot and wet cavern once again. Moaning into the kiss, Darren grounded their hips together and Mike was forced to break the kiss while letting out a deep groan.

Darren let out a breathless laugh and gave Mike a peck. “See, aren’t you glad she left?”

Mike nodded and leaned in to snatch Darren’s lips in another passionate kiss, only to have him pull back.

“Hold on a minute.”

“What is it?” Mike asked, curious.

“Nothing, I’m just going to check what grandma made for dinner.” Darren said and rushed to the kitchen.

“That’s all you ever think about!” Mike shouted.

“And!?” Darren shouted back.

“And, I’m surprised you aren’t fat.”

“I’m fat?” Darren asked with a small voice, suddenly a little insecure of himself.

It wasn’t that he was self conscious, but from he was little people had made comments about his weight and how much he ate.

“No, I said, I’m surprised you aren’t fat. According to Granny, you always think about food.”

Darren stopped in the hallway and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look fat, he looked normal, tall and lean. Still he did eat a lot compared to what both Benjamin and Mike did, he probably ate almost twice as much as they did combined.

“Darren?”

Shaken out of his stupor, Darren walked back to the living room. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

“By what?” Mike asked, slightly concerned.

“Nothing to worry about.”

“Okay.” Mike grabbed Darren’s arm and forced him back onto his lap. “Are you up for a continuation of where we left off before you went food hunting?”

“I’m not sure, I’m still sore from yesterday.”

Mike flinched at the mentioning and carefully started to massage Darren’s lower back. “I’m sorry, I was really rough on you, weren’t I?”

Darren gave a slight nod. “I forgave you, remember?”

“I remember, but…”

“No buts.” Darren interrupted.

Mike nodded and leaned in to kiss Darren again, but was once again prevented when the doorbell rang.

“Come on!” Mike exclaimed and watched as Darren walked to open the door.

Darren opened the door and saw Benjamin stand there with a gloom look on his face. “uhm… Hey.”

“Our teacher asked me to give you this.” Benjamin handed him some papers and his history book.

“Thank you.” Darren said and placed the things on the table by the door. “I want to apol…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Benjamin said and left, leaving a shocked Darren behind again.

Mike came out in the hallway and saw Darren standing there with a shocked expression. “What happened?”

“He…” Darren turned around and hugged Mike tightly. “We’ve never argued before yesterday and now he doesn’t even want to talk to me.”

Mike closed the door and hugged Darren back. “He’ll come around eventually.”

“You think so?”

Mike smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure. You look a little tired, lets get you to bed.”

Darren smiled and pecked Mike quickly before walking up the stairs and to his bedroom, where he and Mike fell asleep.

TBC

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Thanks to Lisa for review, and pointing out a few mistakes of mine to me, and to everyone else for reading and rate my story. If you see any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me! Thanks for reading and please leave a review if you liked the chapter.