Wish - H.R. Davison (best books to read TXT) 📗

to see where he went, and then I hear him whisper behind me. “O, speak again bright angel.” I spin around the face him. He cups my face in his hands.“For thou art as glorious as this night.” Before I can say anything in response he is kissing me.

 

We stay embraced on the balcony in Verona several minutes, or an hour. I am unsure how much time has passed by. All I know is that I am happy to stand in his arms forever.

 

“So…” DJ says. “Do you like it?”

 

“I love it.” I tell him, “Thank you for this, it’s beautiful, it’s perfect, you’re perfect. Let’s go home now.”

 

“As you wish.” He says, once again cupping my face in hands.

 

DJ

 

Kat is asleep next to me on the bed. My heart swells with longing. She is everything I have ever wanted. I am content to watch her sleep, curled up next to me. The blankets are pulled up around us, sheltering us from the cool air. I pull her close to me, holding her tight. Even though she isn’t ready to be more intimate I am happy just holding her. I will not let that vision of her with another man come to pass. I am the man she is meant to be with. She makes me want to be a better man. I will do my best to prove to her that she means more to me than the other girls.

 

When I wake up the next morning Kat is already gone from the bed. I pull her pillow to my face smelling the left over scent of her shampoo. Getting out of the bed I spot my clothes tossed haphazardly around the room, bringing back memories of last night and a smile to my face. I get dressed quickly and bounce down the stairs whistling. The smell of bacon reaches me before I can it to the kitchen.

 

I walk into a disaster zone, dishes are everywhere. Kat is standing at the stove swearing under her breath as she tried to flip bacon without splashing herself with burning grease. “Need some help?” I ask walking into the kitchen. She jumps at the sound of my voice dropping the spatula on the ground. I snap my fingers and the dishes are cleaned and put away, the bacon and eggs are sitting on the middle of the kitchen table.

 

“DJ!” She exclaims. “I was trying to do something nice for you!”

 

I smile at her, wrapping her in my arms. “I know and it’s sweet, but my princess is not going to burn herself on my account.” I kiss her on the top of her head as she blushes. We sit down at the kitchen table and have a nice breakfast. A comfortable silence envelopes us as we eat.

 

I think about nice this is, how great this will be to spend the rest of my life having breakfast with Kat. My phone chirps in my pocket. I pull it out to see it is my dad calling me. Wondering what he wants, I tell Kat I have to take this and walk out the back door to the patio.

 

“Hello?” I answer the phone.

 

“DJ.” I hear my father’s voice say. “Thank God I finally got in touch with you, please come home. We need to talk.”

 

“I have nothing to say to her.” I tell him. Knowing he will understand who I mean, my mother.

 

“Your mother isn’t here, please DJ, please son. Come home.” My dad pleads, his voice breaking with emotion.

 

I sigh audibly. “Fine, I will be home soon.” I hang up the phone without waiting for a reply. I walk back into the kitchen to see Kat staring at her plate. I give her a quick peck on the cheek as I walk to my seat. “That was my dad. He wants me to go home.” I tell her.

 

“Okay.” She says, still looking at her hands. “Listen, DJ…” She trails off.

 

I am instantly concerned, she is acting like something is wrong. “What? What is it?” I ask, walking over to her. “Is something wrong?”

 

“Oh no, no.” She says smiling up at me. “I just… never mind. I will talk to you tomorrow then?” She asks.

 

“Of course.” I tell her. “And the day after that, and the one after that, and the next, and the next, and every day that follows that one.”

 

She giggles at me as she stands to tell me goodbye. When I leave I can’t help but feel like something is terribly wrong. I hug her tight to me. Pressing her head to my chest, she holds me close rubbing my back in soft circles. I don’t want to leave. “Do you want me stay?” I ask her, hoping she will say yes.

 

“I do… but it’s okay, go home. Talk to your dad. I will see you tomorrow.” She stands on her tip toes, curling her hands around the back of my head she pulls me down to her lips.

 

When I get home I walk into the house shouting for my dad. I find him in his study with a drink in his hand.

 

“Dad.” I say walking in. The overpowering smell of scotch and tobacco smacks me in the face. I leave the door open to allow some ventilation to the small room.

 

“DJ thanks for coming home son.” He says his voice cracking.

 

I sit down cautiously in the chair across from his desk, facing him. “What do you want?” I ask.

 

My dad fidgets in his chair, reaching for the glass of scotch in front of him. I have never seen him so out of sorts before. He never used to drink, except for occasionally.Now it seems he is always drunk. “Son…” He begins, already with a slur to his words and it’s not even noon. “I-I-I…”

 

“Spit it out dad!” I shout at him, annoyed with his drunken state, aggravated that he pulled me away from Kat so that he could slur and stutter at me.

 

“Th-the Thirteen DJ, they have their wings again. Armaros is more powerful than ever. Your mother told me…” he chokes out a sob, “She told me you made a deal with him.”

 

“I did.” I reply stonily, staring blankly at the drunken man in front of me.

 

“DJ please, please, stop this. Whatever Armaros wants from you tonight will be worse than what you had in store for you before.”

 

“How is that possible dad? How can whatever he wants be worse than what my mom has planned for me?” I stand up to shout, banging my fist on the table for added effect. “I am done with her. I am done with the both of you controlling my every waking movement, and I am done with this conversation. Goodbye dad.” I rush out of the small room slamming the door behind me. I stand outside of the closed door for a moment listening to my father weep. His pain tugs at my heart, but I harden myself against it. If I want to be a better man than him, I should learn from his mistakes.

 

Kat

 

Andy raises his eyebrow at me. I am too nervous to sit. Pacing back and forth in the living room I wait for Mr. Dominic to give the signal it is time to go. I don’t even know where we are going. Andy says I will know when we get there. I don’t know how to use my spirit as a guide, yet they expect to find my mom? I am so scared, my stomach is in knots. I feel like I might throw up.

 

Andy walks over to me and presses his arms around me. “Kat calm down. Everything will be fine, I promise.” Andy reassures me, leading me to the sofa. “Come sit down.”

 

“How can you be sure?” I wail at him, throwing his arm off my shoulder. I don’t want his reassurance. I just want this to be over with. “I have a really bad feeling about this.” I admit to him, clutching my upset stomach.

 

“Let’s get your mind off of this for a minute.” He pulls me down the hallway. He opens a door halfway down the dark hall into a small room. It must be his bedroom. It is very plain. A twin bed sits in the middle of the room with blue sheets and a black blanket. In front of the bed is a small entertainment center with a flat screen television. On one side of the bed is a desk with a computer monitor on it and on the other side is a door that leads to what I assume is a closet. “Come on, sit down, your show is on.” He says turning on the TV with a remote.

 

“Okay… but I don’t think this is going to help Andy.” I say flopping onto the small bed next to him. There is barely enough room for the two of us to sit side by side.

 

Before I know it I am engrossed in the television, once the show is over I am much more relaxed. “Thank you Andy.” I tell him. “That is what I needed.”

 

“No problem.” He shrugs.

 

I turn on my right side to face Andy sitting next to me on the small bed. I curl up close to him and place my head on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat and concentrate on matching my breathing to his. His left hand is resting on his stomach. “I never noticed this.” I say picking up his hand, pointing out the birthmark on the bottom half of this thumb. “It looks like mine!” I sit up excited by this new development. Another thing between us.

 

“Yeah…” He says trying to pull his hand away from me.

 

I keep it tight in my grip studying the shape. I intertwine my fingers through his, placing my right thumb next to his left one, so that both birthmarks are touching. “Look!” I say excited. “Together they look like a heart!”

 

“Yeah…” Andy says again with a sigh. “Kat… I wanted to wait to tell you…”

 

Before he can finish what he was going to say there is knock on the door seconds before it opens. “Knock! Knock! Put away your cock!” Cody sings as he walks into the room. Andy pulls his hand away from me.

 

“Hey Cody!” I shout, happy to see him.

 

“OHkitty Kat, you little vixen you.” Cody says teasing me. “What are you doing in here with my brother? Hopefully something bad!” He finishes with a wicked grin jumping on the bed between us on his