Run Away

When I came to I was in a motel room. It smelled musty, or moldy, and the bed sheets felt like plastic.

I tried to sit myself up and scream for help, but a hand came over my mouth.

"Shush! You're safe. It's just me, Kevin."

Hot tears rolled down my face while Kevin lifted me up to get behind me. He was an althete but not flexible so it hurt when he had to push me forward a bit to get his leg around me. It was like sitting in his lap. I felt safe. I felt like all of this was a bad dream. My dad wasn't dead. Kevin was my occassional hook-up buddy. We made out all over the school, the field, under the bleachers, in cars while sitting in Los Angelos traffic. 

"Deep breaths. Deep breath in, hold 2 - 3 - 4, and out, 2 - 3 - 4. Again." He counted and breathed with me until I finally stopped crying. His big warm hands rubbed my arms, my back, even pulled me in tight for a hug. I felt him growing and went to jump away but he quickly flicked his balls and it s