Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

I can’t stop myself from crying trying to prepare myself for those words he wanted to hear from me. “Angelo, I—“ I paused fixing my vision by taking away the tears that’s making it watery. I swallowed some more saliva and breath in some air to compose myself a bit. “Angelo, I don’t love you.” He smiled bitterly at me. “You are really different,” he said. “I’m Jillian now and I don’t love you,” I said confidently at him with a smile though I’m very broken inside me. “Jillian, I don’t love you too.” Another tear fell from him as he walks past me. I don’t want to watch him leave but my body turned on its own watching his back.

Machines beeped and hummed around her like a twisted orchestra. I pressed my forehead to the glass. “Goddamn it,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why? Why the fuck did you do that?” I slid down to the floor, my back against the wall. My hands shook. I stared at them. These same hands had ended Antonio minutes ago. Now they were useless here. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears dripping onto my shirt. Fuck. The door creaked open beside me. “Adrian…”

This pain…it can’t be normal. The edges of my vision are turning black. I look around frantically while trying to stand up. I can’t. Someone is approaching me, and I hear their footsteps. When I see brown shoes right before my eyes, I look up and make eye contact with Anthony himself, the person I’m looking for. “You fucking pig,” he says before spitting at my face. “Can’t move with the silver dart in your back, can you?” Silver. So that’s what this is. I didn’t recognize the effects. I try to tell him that he’s made a mistake, and that he’s wasting time because we have to get to Leo, but I faint.

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

I felt so pathetic standing there, looking at him in the eye and willing my angry tears to not fall down. “I’m angry with you. I hate what you did to me. I hate what your friends did to me. I hate that I have to live like this. I hate that I’m gay so very much. I hate that I like someone…” He inhaled sharply and exhaled a shaky breath. “Who doesn’t like me back. But I don’t hate you, Blake. I don’t think I ever did.” He said that last part so quietly, and when he looked up at me, I saw his beautiful blue eyes brim with tears. I realized then that Anthony was going through something that neither one of us understood or knew how to handle.

Anthony got on his feet, and without a word, he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, letting me melt into him as he pressed his lips to my ears and said… “I heard you crying in the shower, Brooke. And you’re not leaving here until I make sure you have no reason to cry again.” Something about the weight of thoutfylness and love in those words made me breakdown afresh. In seconds, I was a weeping mess in Anthony’s arms, and I ended up doing something I never thought I’d be able to… I told him every single damn thing that was wrong in my life.

Leo said with a feeble tone, holding his forehead. "I really have been hollowed out..." Anthony's face was filled with melancholy. He reached for his chest, saying, "My heart has been emptied." "Ugh..." Leo dry heaved, bending over dramatically and throwing up on the floor. "What the hell!?" Anthony reacted swiftly, jumping aside.

Anthony smile at the boss before walking towards Avery, and Taylor looks at him, her eyes now red from trying to hold back her tears. Anthony looks straight at her, feeling the tenison in the environment. Why is everyone looking at him, and even Taylor trying to hold her tears the moment he saw her?” He asked himself and that was when the dead body stretcher started leaving. Anthony gave them way immediately and he turned back to Taylor listening to what she was about to say. But then his inner voice is screaming in his head? Anthony looks back, look at the body. And then he turned, that was the moment the cloth use on covering the dead body flew off.

“Not all of it. You never tell me everything. But I can hear it in your voice. Something’s scaring you bad. Is it Calvin? Did he call you again?” My stomach twisted. I couldn’t tell him the full truth. Not about the videos or the touching or how it all started. “No. He hasn’t. I’m okay. Really. Just a nightmare.” Aaron sighed, and I could picture him sitting up in bed, running his hand through his hair like he always did when he was thinking. “Toby, you don’t have to carry this alone. Let me help. Or let someone there help you. You sound so tired all the time.”