Dreaming of Demons

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I grabbed some more crap from the mall, and soon we were on our way out of the city.

It was pretty quiet on the way back. Seth didn’t even have the music on, but I wasn’t talking to him.

I think after the last couple of questions that he asked me, he figured out that I was ignoring him on purpose.

I wasn’t even paying attention to the road until it started getting really bumpy. We were going down a gravel road.

Holy fuck I was right. Seth was going to rape me.

“Just taking a little detour,” I flinched, not believing him for a moment.

How dare he, once again. Cheating on his newly found boyfriend. Unless they’re in a polygamous relationship. And no, I will not take a part of that.

Past experience- not mine- of someone being in love with more than one person. Doesn’t work out all that well, even if you are in an open relationship. For some, anyway.

But no, I wouldn’t take any part of a polygamous relationship. I want commitment.

Even if all I really was wanting about an hour ago was a good fuck.

And I wasn’t going to be the other man in the relationship, if Seth was cheating.

Of course, unless I can get Seth to like me more, and want to be with me.

But no, I already decided Devin, Bailey’s older brother, was going to be my one true love. If he’s not taken.

Now that I think about it, he is kind of hot too, a bit emo, but still, not bad on the eyes.

“What are you thinking about now?” Seth asked, and I thought about the answer I might’ve given him if I wasn’t ignoring him. Mainly how I would rather be fucked by someone else rather than him now.

Oh, yeah, that’d go over real well. Unless, of course, he’d be happy that I’m not lusting after him as bad as before.

Or maybe he’d be mad, and really try to take advantage of me. We were back on a regular road, much to my amazement. Didn’t stop or slow down, except at stop signs.

Not really sure if I should be sad about that.

I hate hormones.

I wish I wish I was a fish.

Because, not once, have I ever heard about fishes going into heat. They still fucked, otherwise they wouldn’t be any baby fishies, but still, I don’t think the cared about relationships that much, unless you were the dad on that movie, Finding Nemo.

I wonder how Sigmund Freud would’ve taken all of this?

He’s the guy that was scared of ferns, right? Psychologist? Shrink? With the whole shrunken monkey head and wild hair?

Don’t know why, but for some reason, that makes me think of the mutants off of the Hills Have Eyes movie now.

Poor doggy. Stupid… doggy eating… mutants.

I might be crazy. Blue thinks I am. I mean, she doesn’t think the way I do. She’s really zones in on things, while I zone out.

Pure opposites really. Boy, girl. Momma’s boy. Daddy’s girl.

Hm… wonder if she’s a lesbian? Maybe Bailey too?

I don’t think I’m ever going to let them be in the same room, ever again, especially alone. I really need to get home.

“Why’s that?”

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

I really need to learn to shut my mouth.

“No reason.”

Another dammit. I shouldn’t have said anything. What I said didn’t count as talking to him. If I ignore someone, doesn’t mean I can’t talk to myself, right?

Right.

I love being praised. I don’t know why, but I’m a praise whore. Except from dad. He doesn’t praise.

He destroys hope in one fell swoop, like a hawk catching a mouse.

What the hell is it with me and all these animal analogies today?

That word has anal in it.

Ehehe.

No. Concentrate. Bad.

Shut up, you.

Sometimes I‘m accused of being an escapee from a mental hospital. I really wouldn’t be surprised.

Well, I guess I would be, because how the hell did I get out?

But tell me, does a crazy person know they’re crazy, or do they deny it horrible and start killing people?

Fuck, I can’t go home now, Blue might be in danger.

But wait, didn’t I just admit it?

Fuck.

I like the word fuck. I’d like to be fucked.

And you know what? I want Seth to be the one to fuck me. I don’t care if he’s got a boyfriend already or not. After this, and in another year or so, I’ll be all the way in Washington, baby.

Maybe.

If I’m not dead before then. Deer are dangerous creatures.

Seth turned the music on, broke the silence a little.

Now tell me, did I want the silence broken? I think not.

I was having fun shrinking myself.

That sounded weird.

Psychoanalyzing?

Didn’t even know I knew that word. Wonder what it means. It has the word psycho and analyzing in it, so I have a bit of an idea.

And I think my heart just leaped into my throat, because Seth slammed the breaks.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I hissed, clutching at my chest, hoping like hell I wasn’t going to puke up all my internal organs. I don’t want to dirty such a nice car.

I finally got to looking at Seth, who was looking out the window, before looking at me.

His mouth moved a bit, like he was trying to find something to say, but nothing came out, until finally-

“Why are you mad at me?” I had a feeling that that wasn’t what he was really going to say, but what the hell do I know? I just labeled myself crazy.

“I’m not.” I defended myself. Damn, should’ve said I was, and then not say why.

“Then why aren’t you saying anything?” What’d it matter to him?

“Maybe I’m thinking about something, or might not like to talk?” I said, thinking up random words, and not really thinking about what was coming out of my mouth.

“The least you could do was answer my questions?” Tell me first why you deserve it.

“Are you sure that I’m actually listening first?” Seth looked really pissed.

“Of course you are!” He said, and now I was sort of getting pissed off too. He really didn’t deserve it, and I wasn’t going to tell him the reason why. It mostly had to do with causing me to have wet dreams, and then have the whole inner turmoil crap while I find myself.

I really didn’t take this trip for some self finding shit.

“And why should I actually answer?” I all but snarled, and he blanched, and didn’t look pissed anymore.

“Really, what’d I do to piss you off?”

“Nothing,” I crossed my arms, and looked out the window. I don’t think we were far from the town.

Why the hell did he care, anyway?

“Jay…” He trailed off. Probably didn’t believe me. Fucker.

“Can we just go, or am I going to have to walk?” I would’ve too, if that’s what he wanted. I really didn’t want to argue with him. He pissed me off enough, and I really don’t like talking when I’m pissed. I just want to sit alone and pout, until he apologize for his misdeeds, and then takes me into the back of the car and fucks me into the seat.

Not that it’s going to happen, but a gay horny teen can have dreams, right? Fantasies, all of it.

And you know what? I’m swearing off all men now. I have decided to go celibate.

Maybe I could be a monk? But I don’t want to be bald…

I’m getting really angsty right now.

And I know the perfect cure. And I can’t get to it, because Seth is taken.

Hot man sex.

Damn him for making me sex-starved. I am starving because of him.

Smart little fucker.

I should really stop calling him names, shouldn’t I?I don’t want to.

“We’re here,” Seth said, and I looked around, we were back in the town, in front of the motel. It was starting to get really dark, and my car was still in front of the auto shop, basking in the dying sun in it’s dented glory.

I’ll get it fixed in the morning. I need to do more angsting.

I should sue that man that was driving the truck. Wonder who the hell he was.

Auto shop wasn’t fucking open anyway, so I went to the motel. Made sure to extend my staying time, and went to bed to get a well deserved sleep. Hopefully without any wet dreams this time.

And I didn’t. I did have a weird dream though.

I had a dream I was back home, and someone came into my room, and started going through my clothes, trying to be real quiet about it. The person packed it into a bag, and left, slamming the door behind him. I just sat there, watching him. Didn’t do a think about it. Couldn’t get up to stop him, because I was in pajamas I haven’t worn since I was six. There was a reason why I stopped wearing them. They had frogs on them. And they were too small. They were ripping at the seams.

I thought that Blue was just playing a trick on me, but the person came back, and it turned to be Seth. He came for me this time. Just picked me up, and carried me out. Didn’t say a word or nothing.

Took me to my car, my sweet little mustang, no dent, brand new. Dropped me in the back seat, and we drove off.

It was uncomfortable. We were going down a gravel road, and the seat belt clip thingy kept digging into my back, and we kept going over potholes. One that was particularly big, jarred me enough to wake up.

It was then I that I realized that I actually was in the backseat of a car, going down a gravel road.