Hit Man Chapters 15 & 16, a short story by XxSkullduggery2152xX. Date added: 2012-07-30. Times viewed: 595.
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It's been three weeks since I started dating Lora. And It's really starting to bug me that she's not calling me by my real name. I know she doesn't know it, but I wish that just once she'd say it. What would I say though if I asked her to call me Adam? Would she hate me for lying to her? God I hate lying to her.
Once a week I go out to a payphone and call 'The Boss'. I tell him that I'm getting closer to killing the target. But he's starting to get upset. He wants her dead. And now. But I can't kill her. Not now. In fact, I'll never be able to do it. Not with having met Lora. I love the fact that I can be myself around her. That she kills the animal that lives inside of me. I have to tell her. And when I do...she'll hate me forever. I'll run away and someone else will be assigned to this job. It'll all be over.
Right now we're having dinner by the well. It was just last night that I made that call to 'The Boss'. So now's as good a time as any to tell her. "Lora?" I say.
"Yes?" She stared up at me with those big brown eyes of hers.
"Take a walk with me." I took her hand and led her to the corn field. It had grown to be waist high. We could lay out here and make out. No! Bad Adam. Stay focused. We came to the center of the field and I sat down. Pulling her down next to me. "There's something I have to tell you."
"Okay." She smiled and laid back on her elbows. "What is it?"
"But first I need to tell you something else." She looked at me with confusion painted on her face. "Before I tell you what is super important, I need you to know that I..." My throat suddenly went dry. I had no idea it would be so hard to say that I love her. "Lora, I..."
"Travis?" She sat up and leaned forward. "Just tell me."
"No matter what I'm about to say, I need you to know that I...that I love you." Her eyes widened. Yeah, she defiantly wasn't expecting a confession of my love. Before she could say anything I continued. "Now keep that in mind, alright?" She nodded. A fear shown on her face. "You know that I'm here for attempted murder. Well, it goes a lot further than that. I've-"
Lora reached up and put a finger to my lips. The fear clear on her face. Her eyes wide and her lips set to a frown. "Don't." she says. "I don't have to know. I don't want to know."
"But you should know." I say.
"No." She leans forward and kissed me. "Don't tell me." She kept kissing me. The movement in her lips full of passion. She really wasn't going to let me tell her. And she was going to go to any lengths necessary to keep me from saying it.
"Lora." My last attempt to tell her.
"No. Don't say it." She pushes me down on my back and straddled my hips. Our kisses grew more heated and I began to harden. What made it more intense is she began to rock her hips against me. God, she’s driving me crazy. I grabbed hold of her hips and began to grind against her.
She gasped and moaned. “Mmm…Travis.” That made me stop. She immediately noticed. “What?” she asked. “What is it?” Travis. Of course that’s what she calls me.
“Travis…” I rolled over so that she was on her back. Then I sat up so I wasn’t touching her. “That’s not my real name.” I mumble.
I sigh. “My real name is Adam.” Lora stared at me, no expression on her face. “That’s one of the things I wanted to tell you. I can’t handle being called Travis anymore.”
“You’re really in so much trouble that you have to use a fake name?” She looked at me with that flat expression. “And now you want me to call you Adam.”
“I know, it’s a lot to handle.” I say. Leaning over I place my hand on her leg. “I wanted to tell you why I am using a different name.”
“I still don’t want to know.” she blurted. “I don’t want to know anything about your attempted murder. Or anything else bad you’ve done.” She rolled up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you.” she whispered. “If I have to call you Adam…so be it.”
She closed the distance once again. And this time when I laid her down we didn’t stop after a mere make out session. This time we went all the way. It was amazing. The feeling of moving inside her. Having her arms around me. The sound of her voice rasping out my name. My real name. It felt so good.
We laid there out in the field. She was nestled into my loving embrace. Head on my chest. Her breathing was settling down and she was starting to fall asleep. I hated to do it, but I had to wake her up. “We have to get back to our dorms.” I whisper in her ear.
“No.” she whined. “Just a little longer.”
Adam. That’s what Travis’s real name is. It shocked me that he used a different name. He said that was only the start of what he wanted to tell me. It scared me. I didn’t want to know. If he actually did kill someone…I didn’t want to know. I just want to be with the Travis, err Adam, that I know. The other side of him, I knew that it was there, but didn’t want to meet it. I appreciate the fact that he wants to share it with me. But…whatever.
Instead of doing what he wanted to do, we did something neither of us expected. We’d made love. And it was amazing. I never thought I’d give my virginity to a delinquent. But I did. And I pray that when Adam eventually does tell me, that I won’t regret it. Right now I certainly don’t. I’m in love with this boy. And I just want to enjoy the time I have with him.
Second period rolled around and I spotted him waiting for me. I blushed as I approached him. A grin spread across his face and he leaned down to kiss me. “Good morning.” he said.
“Morning.” We sat in the back of the class together. He moved his desk so that he could press his leg against mine. Of course, he also had his hands roaming the inside of my thigh. I continued to blush deeply as I scribbled down some notes. Noticing, Adam leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“Why so red?” he asked. “Aren’t you enjoying it?”
“I’m not used to this.” I admit in a hushed voice.
“Just relax.” he says. “We’re delinquents. We’re supposed to misbehave.” He grinned and leaned over to kiss my neck right there in the middle of class. Everyone ignored us. No one told us to get a room. The teacher didn’t even tell us to knock it off. But still being slightly embarrassed, I pushed him away. Sighing he kept his hand on my knee but did back off.
Class ended and he pulled me into his arms outside of class. He put his lips to mine and kissed me with such a passion I wanted to do him right then and there again. We had to get to our next class.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s skip. We’ll be delinquents together.”
“But I’m a misjudged one.” I remind him. He groaned and kissed me once more before walking me to class. “Maybe we can skip someday though. I’m not sure I’m ready to become bad.”
He stared at me deep in thought. “Hmm…I don’t think I want you to be bad.” With that I ducked into my class. And he slunk off to his. Throughout the period I day dreamed about my new found lover. Wanting to be with him. To have his arms around me. Thankfully in a reform school you don’t really have to pay attention. And at lunch I came to the well and waited for him. My heart thumped enthusiastically in my chest as he approached with his tray. Sitting down he put his tray down beside him and put his arms around my middle. I giggle and almost choke on the food I was trying to eat.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “You know, tonight we should go out and get some real food.” He nibbled at my ear and neck. And that’s when I saw it. Stacey Lou was on her way over. And following closely behind her, was my parents. My heart stopped and became rock solid.
“Adam.” I choke out. He looked up and saw who was approaching.
“Your parents.” He said. It wasn’t a question. I was the spitting image of my father. “Call me Travis around others.” he whispered as they drew closer.
“Lora.” my father said, with a smile. I stood up and hugged both of my parents.
“Hey,” I said to them. Adam stood up and waited for introductions to take place. “Travis, this is my mother Lucille and my father Michel. Mom, dad, this is Travis.” My father went to shake his hand but stopped dead in his tracks at my next words. “My boyfriend.” Both of my parents turned to look at me. Their expressions housing the emotion of shock. I smile and they turn back to Adam.
“Boyfriend?” My father asks in his deep gruff voice. “What you in for?”
“Oh, the usual.” Adam says, leaning back against the well.
“What exactly is the usual?” my mother asks. My stomach became queasy. I know what’s coming. They’ll say I can never see him again. But that’d be really hard considering that we have class together. Adam looked at me with a knowing expression. But he couldn’t mask the look of love in his eyes either. I just hoped my parents noticed. Maybe they’d go easier on him if he knew how he really felt.
“Oh, just some graffiti.” he said. “Nothing too serious.” His lie made me feel a little better. Graffiti is definitely not the most important thing to get nailed for. His lie also put my parents a little more at ease as well.
“I see.” my father says. “Lora,” uh oh. “Come walk with us.” I told Adam I’d see him next period and followed my parents. As soon as we were out of ear shot the harping began. “No way.”
“No! He’s still a troublemaker. Even if it is graffiti. He could be lying.”
“I’m a troublemaker too.” I reminded him.
“That’s not true. That little whore pinned it on you.” my mother intervened.
“How do you know? Maybe I’m lying.” This just deepened their frowns. “Listen, he’s honest. He doesn’t force me to do anything. He listens to what I say. And yes, he knows that I’ve been misjudged.”
“That doesn’t matter.” my father roared. My worry turned into anger.
“Doesn’t matter? Hell, that’s all that matters to me.” I say. The bell rang and I turned around. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be getting to class.” They tried to call me back but I just kept walking.
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