The Mute - Chapter 5: Moving Day
#6 of The Mute
Hey! This chapter is extra sad, sorry ;_;
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Perspective: Kyle
Time: October 3rd, 13:00
"Hey, can you pass me those socks?"
Morgan nodded gently and tossed a pair of my white athletic socks.
"Thanks"
Morgan and I had been packing my clothes for almost an hour now. We sat cross-legged in the center of my room, which was depressingly bare save for the mounds of clothes surrounding us. All of the furniture in the house had been loaded up and driven to Seattle this morning to save time.
"Morgan, how are you getting home form the airport? Bus?"
Morgan nodded. Anyone could clearly see that he was upset today. I was too, but I promised myself I wouldn't let Morgan know, I didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did. Instead, I gave him reassuring statements, "You can visit whenever you'd like" I'd tell him, or "I'll be sure to skype everyday" But nothing I say seemed to help.
After half an hour of tedious folding and stuffing, we managed to fit my clothes into the suitcase.
"Finally!" I gasped, flopping my head on Morgan's lap, pretending to pass out. Morgan laughed and began softly nuzzling my neck.
"Boys! Hurry up we're leaving in fifteen!"
"Ok mom!"
It took the two of us to carry the suitcase down the stairs and heave it into the car, panting for breath as we shook out our sore paws.
"Now we can have some fun before I go!" I shouted, sweeping Morgan off his feet, before he could object, and carrying him inside. I set him down right in the middle of my room. "The house is weird when its empty" I commented.
Morgan nodded.
"Morgan, we're supposed to be having fun before I leave, c'mon"
Morgan shrugged, trying to fight back tears.
"No, Morgan, please don't cry, it'll be fine" But Morgan succumbed to the tears, streaming down the sides of his face, dripping down his chin. I pulled him closer, "Shhh" I whispered, "It's okay"
Morgan and I stood side by side, the security checkpoint loomed in the distance.
It was time to say our farewells.
I spun Morgan around towards me, gave him a tight hug and whispered in his ear "Bye babe. I love you"
Morgan whimpered and gave a gentle nod.
"Stay safe, and be sure to call and visit often."
Another nod
I gave Morgan a soft kiss on the lips as left to join my mom in the security line. Morgan found a seat on a nearby bench, watching until I was out of sight, waving whenever we made eye contact. Not looking nearly as upset as hid did earlier.
Maybe he's finally accepted it.
I spent the plane ride wondering what the future held for Morgan and I.
Would we get married?
Would we drift apart?
My head began to ache from thinking so hard, I let sleep carry me away...
...away from Morgan.
Perspective: Morgan
Time: October 3rd, 16:00
Ba-dunk
The bus rolled over a speed bump, jerking me awake. All day I had felt drained, no longer sad, just confused.
Kyle is gone.
The thought was stuck in my head, repeating like a broken record.
Kyle is gone. Kyle is gone kyle is gone kyle is gone kyle is gone kyle is gone gone gone gone
KYLE
IS
GONEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...................
The words repeated in my head.
JUST FUCKING STOP!!!!!!!
The words stopped, I let myself calm down, gazing out the dirty window in a trance.
Suddenly, the houses began looking familiar.
That's odd.
SHIT! I missed my stop!
My fingers fumbled for the 'STOP' button, I slammed my paw down, only to have it land next to the button.
What the hell is wrong with me today?
I finally managed to hit the button. The bus lolled to a stop, the doors opened, allowing me to get out. I was six blocks away from my house *sigh* I began taking small steps.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
My thoughts were a cloudy mess, and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, the broken record resumed.
kyle is gone kyle is gone kyle is gone...
"HEY FAGGOT"
A blunt force hit my back, causing me to fall forward, scraping my knees and elbows on the concrete. I tried to turn my head, but another kick landed on my arm, slamming my face on the ground.
"Gonna run, PUSSY?" A boy shouted.
A foot connected with my side, bringing me onto my back. Where I could see two boys, one human and one dog, crouch over me.
"What'cha gonna do fag? We know you can't call for help 'cause..."
A punch to the jaw
"...You're so..."
Another hit in the gut
"...fucking..."
A smack along my face
"...RETARDED!"
Blackness...
Time: 22:00
My eyes opened, noticing smatterings of stars between the leaves.
Ugh....
My eyes widened as I remembered what happened.
At least I'm alive.
I sat up, wincing as I felt the bruises the two assholes had left.
What did I do to them?
I finally managed to get on my feet, taking in my surroundings. I was in a small patch of trees, street lights were visible through the brush. I limped towards them, going as fast as I could.
As I reached the street, I took a minute to examine my body. My jeans were ripped at the knees, caked with blood. I instinctively patted my pockets, my wallet and phone were gone.
Shit, as if beating me up and leaving me in the woods wasn't enough.
I felt my chest, I was bruised on my abs (or where they would be, if I had any) and on my jaw. I reached up to my muzzle and wiped off some of the dried blood.
Good enough for now.
After half an hour of limping, I arrived at my house. I decided I would try not to wake my mom, she would be terrified if she saw me like this. I paced around to the garden and pulled the secret key out of the rock. Making my way back to the door. I slowly unlocked and opened the door, careful not to make any noise.
"MORGAN!" my mom shouted, making me jump "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, I'VE CALLED YOU THIRTY TIMES"
Mrs. Fichter rounded the corner of the hallway, eyes bloodshot from stress. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw my condition.
"Oh... honey... what happened to you?" She cried, running towards me and scooping me into her arms. "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?"
I was too tired to respond, or even feel emotions, I just wanted to go to bed.
My mom walked into the kitchen, fingers fumbling for a notepad and paper, "Tell me what happened."
I wrote down a vague outline, handed it to her, and stumbled up the stairs to the bathroom. I closed the door and began to undress. I looked at my bare body in the mirror. Fair amounts of blood had dried on my knees and elbow. I looked up to my chest, the word "FAG" was scribbled on my chest in bright orange spray paint.
What the fuck is wrong with those guys?
I started the shower, letting the water ease my pain...
but it didn't.
I popped a few asprins before clambering into bed and dozing off.
I dreamt of Kyle, he was walking down the street, kicking a pebble. "HEY FAGGOT" came a vice from behind him.
Oh no! Not Kyle, please no!
A kick, a punch, Kyle was screaming.
No, make it stop, I can't see Kyle like this.
The screaming stopped.
"Oh shit bro, what are we going to do with the body? I wasn't going to kill him"
KYLE!
I woke up covered in sweat.
Make it stop...