Yellow Ch. 02
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I flipped open my Zippo, sparking it, and brought it to the tip of my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the warm smoke travel through my lungs before letting it come back out in a slow exhale. There is something about cigarettes that make me feel powerful, make me feel like I am the ruler of all things, most of all my life. I live for the day I don’t need them anymore.
“Camble?” I heard Mac yelling for me, but I didn’t want to answer him just set, I didn’t want to break this spell, I needed to feel normal, and with half a cig left, I had time to spare. “Camble, answer me boy.”
“Yeah, back here,” I called and put the cigarette out in the small ashtray I kept back here. I looked up to watch Mac come through the door. “What’s up?” I ask and stand up from floor.
“You’ve been back here for a while son, just wondering where you were,” he said and put a hand on my shoulder, a way of asking me if I was okay with out saying the words.
“Got lost in the moment, sorry,” I said and walked past him to the door. I continued through the room, going for the swinging door that led to the front of the bar that I worked at, and that Mac owned.
“Cam?” I turned. “Is everything alright?”
“Mac, it’s called depression,” I said laughing at the face he made. He hated it when I talked to him like a little kid. “I’ll get over it; just give me a few more years.”
“Maybe I can’t wait a few years, maybe I want you to be happy, maybe I should knock some sense into you,” Mac said and pushed me against the bar. The man sitting at it moved his mug quickly and backed up.
“You don’t have a say in the way my mind works,” I said pushing back.
“Oh yeah?” Mac pulled back his fist, it was like slow motion. His fist coming toward me slowly, connecting with my right cheek, landing flat on my ass, and knocking over a row of glasses on the shelves kept under the bar.
“Are you nuts?” the man from before asked.
“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing my face. I looked up at Mac; he was standing with his fists up, beckoning me with his hand to get up. I pulled my hand away from my face, and saw blood, probably from my lip. “You suck man,” I said and started laughing.
“Coward,” he whispered. I knew he didn’t mean it, I knew that he wouldn’t have punched me if he wasn’t at his wits end. I felt instant pain go through me, not from my face, but from what I had been putting Mac and probably his wife Rhonda, through.
My laughing soon turned into dry sobs. I sucked at life.
*******
I lay back in the bed of my truck and watched the sun set over the lake behind my small town. There was something about this one spot that I loved so much. There wasn’t anything that great about it, but it was great to me, and it was a place that I kept coming back to again and again. To think, to be quite, or to be alone. This time, though, I came to think.
Last year my ex-boyfriend was arrested, hand cuffed right in our front room. Today was the anniversary of that and I couldn’t think about anything else. It was like a movie playing in my head from start to finish. From the day we met on.
I was fourteen, he was twenty-four. He was the son of my fathers football couch. My father had asked him to show me some tips, because I was starting freshmen football that summer. Yeah he’d showed me some tips, but they had nothing to do with football. From day one, I was completely in love with Rick. He’d been so manly, and so kind, he didn’t treat me like a kid just because I was younger, and he talked to me like I was his equal.
When I turned eighteen I told my father that I was gay and that I was moving in with Rick, who lived on the other side of town. I still have scares from that day, from when he beat me so badly I couldn’t move for a week. Of course that week was extended to three weeks when Rick got a hold of me.
He’d been wonderful from day one, and I had been so happy with him, I had thought we would stay together forever. But when he found out that I told my dad about us, he knew that his dad would be the next to find out, so he put me in the hospital to prove to his father he wasn’t a fag.
Rick had been sorry afterwards, begging me to come home, to his house, that he wouldn’t do anything like that again. For four years he’d been prefect, I had trusted him and I wanted to trust him still, so I went. Over then next six years I went in and out of the hospital more times then I can remember. He had lied, and it did happen again, and I was a fool for trusting him and for staying with him. But I loved him and I thought deep down he loved me, but I was wrong.
The night he was arrested was the same night I put his 12 gauge shotgun to his forehead and told him I was going to kill him. One of the neighbors must of heard us yelling and called the cops, something none of them had down before, and by the time they’d got there, he had me flat on my back and shotgun in my mouth.
He was charged with attempted murder and he got a life sentence. I haven’t seen him since the day I was put on the witness stand, and I pray to God I never do again. But it’s hard for me to forget all that happened, and even harder to forget about the first four year when I was so happy, so content, so loved.
The incident between Mac and me earlier that day kind of opened my eyes, I hadn’t been in a fight since Rick was carted off to jail, and I couldn’t bring myself to fight back. I needed to do something about that, and my life. It needed to get better, and I was the only one that could do that.
*******
Wes had said that Seth must have had a lot on his mind, and that he only forgot to ask me that day. But as the days, and weeks, and then month past, I knew Seth had either totally forgot that he asked me out, or that he had regretted asking me in the first place.
I opted more for the regret side of it when I met his boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for three weeks Brad told me. Brad, that was his name, Seth seemed to go for guys with B names. Brandon, Blake, Bill, Bobby, and now Brad.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said and shook Brad’s hand. Really I wanted to bash his perfect face through my computer screen, but my politeness stopped me. “Are you here to meet Seth?”
“Yeah, I wanted to surprise him and take him to lunch,” he smiled giving me a flash of his perfectly lined up white teeth.
I always thought that people’s teeth give them a lot of their character. Brad’s teeth were all straight and set, teeth you can only get after thousands of dollars worth of dental work, giving him that “holier then thou” look. I’m sure he was a nice person, but I could tell me was looking down at me, and my secretary job. Wes had pretty straight teeth too. He had one tooth, third from the front, that was out of place and slightly pointed. When he gave you this lopsided half grin, you get a flash of it, and I always thought it made him look mischievous, which is his personality to a tee. My teeth, well, I don’t know about mine.