I was stunned how easy Luke made driving for me. In just three-four weeks I felt confident enough to take the driving test and passed on the first try. Like, how had it seemed so hard all those years ago? Was I that ill prepared or was my instructor that bad? Enh, at least it was done and I was quite a bit ahead on all the courses and things I had to do for the restaurant opening.
With three concerts weekly, spending twenty hours a week in online lectures and classes and working another twenty-thirty hours on the restaurant set up, I was surprisingly not too overworked. Sure I was tired and saw Luke a little too less for my liking, but it was all going quite... okay?
I'd been seeing Luke mostly in bed asleep or at my concerts, which he seemed to take quite a lot interest in, but we hadn't had our time for almost months. I noticed him having used my toys quite a few times, not that I'd be judging him for masturbating or anything, but it did make me wonder if he missed me in that way. At least he'd been making some friends, working out with Vance and his friends from the police a few times a week, hanging out with a few of his colleagues a few nights a week and such.
Usually when I got home from the restaurant or late concerts, he was already dead asleep. Though, it was really cute how he always roused a little, kissed me and drifted back to sleep like he hadn't roused in the first place. It was the favourite part of my day. It just made me feel like I was never alone.
The week of his birthday, things got really interesting. One night when I got home from work, late as usual, I was surprised to see him still awake. But it wasn't a nice surprise. He'd been to the gym that day with Vance and the guys and it'd turned out that Vance had told everyone that Luke was dating Lisas niece. Yes, as in female.
At first Luke thought it'd been an honest mistake or some misunderstanding, but Vance looked him straight in the eye and confirmed it. Luke just snapped and hit him. The guys got between them, asking Luke what was wrong with him, to which, with a stern face, he replied "Him telling people my boyfriend's a girl!" Things had gotten really silent after that and he took that as cue to leave.
I really had no words. Vance himself invited him and, like, three times before Luke had agreed. It all really upset Luke. I could see why too, it was his first real homophobic moment. Until then everyone'd been really chill with him being gay. At least face to face.
Lisa found out quite quickly too and well... she was not pleased to say the least. She took a room at a hotel for a week, her gracious way of letting Vance pack his things and find a place of his own, and yeah... they didn't really break things off, but it wasn't far off. Lisa admitted that she still loved him, but the incident was just too strongly against her core values.
I got Luke a real nice sports watch for his birthday. It had every function from decathlon tracking to stress monitoring. It was probably one of the most rugged watches in the store. I mean I really went out of my way to get him a real tough looking and functioning watch. And you know what he did? Not even a week passed before I saw that he'd changed the strap for a pride one.
I wasn't really against him wearing pride or anything... it was just... rainbows on a grown man, really? Couldn't we have something more... I don't know... manly for men? No judgement against more feminine men here, but god hell, a rainbow... even the bi-pride was tons better.
Thank lord I noticed it when I crawled next to his sleeping body, I don't think I could have kept the judgement out of my eyes, but who was I to say what he should or shouldn't wear. And I did suspect a part of it had to do with his recent situation with Vance, so I didn't say a word about it.
Our schedules and friends schedules had made it so that we could get together and celebrate a week after his birthday. It was just Nancy, Charles and William at our place, just drinking champagne and catching up.
Interestingly enough, the chat bubbles formed as Nancy and Luke, and me, Charles and William. I could tell that I wasn't Charles's favourite person, but as William had grown to like me, then he tagged along dutifully. And well, Nancy and Luke were talking about plants. Easy to understand how my chat with William about music and cocktails must have been more interesting.
I've always loved topic jumps. As in when something reminds you of something, you start talking about something so completely different, but connected by that one detail that clues everything together so well. That was what happened when we started talking about blue blazers, a flaming drink Kath and I were intending to put on the menu.
It reminded them of a little out of hand party they had at their house a few years back. They'd tried to find every armed forces related drink they could and made it a theme party. Army men doing an army themed party, original huh? But they'd planned it all over the top. Everything was to be exaggerated, but strictly only for fun purposes.
With everything over the top, a guy who was assigned to be a... whoever, I wasn't really listening to details as much. Anyway, like the guy who goes and does room checks and such, like you see in movies. Apparently not a real thing, but happens on rare occasions when there is a belief that someone has something they shouldn't have in their rooms.
There was no doubt at all that it was meant as an honest joke. Even they didn't realise the most obvious problem at first, which was obviously that their bedroom was the only place where their relationship existed. Cute couples pictures on walls, the usual adult bedroom stuff and such. Hence why guests were never allowed upstairs.
As Charles was talking how they both together realised that the guy was actually going to check their bedroom, like their-their bedroom, panic hit. Charles started to describe very dramatically how he just most literally jumped up and ran after him, stopping behind me as he told that and continued to say how he catched him in the middle of the stairs. As he said he grabbed him by the neck and just as I realised that he was going to show the move on me, his arm was around my neck before I could say anything, taking me into a choke hold, I just blacked out.
I saw my worst nightmare as if it was real. I felt the pain and even worse, such pure helplessness to do anything about it. All the feelings I'd tried so hard to vanquish for years, were back right there and then. As real as ever.
When I came back to, I was on the balcony, tight in Luke's embrace. I wasn't even shivering from the cold, but just purely shaking out of fear as Luke murmured that he's got me into my ear over and over. I knew that choking me, or even pretending to, was the easiest way to make me black out, but damn...
I didn't even move for quite a while. I was just so shocked how real it had felt. Not once had I blacked out like that, not once. And now, in my own god damned home.
"Fucking hell..." I finally groaned as I calmed down a little.
"Oh god, you're back." Luke sighed in relief.
"Yeah, damn," I sighed and wrapped my arms around his body, my own body finally starting to register the freezing temperatures that were surrounding us.
Calming another few moments, I felt embarrassed. And annoyed. Mostly annoyed. Actually, I didn't even feel embarrassed, but rather just disturbed that it all happened in front of my friends.
"What happened?" I finally asked.
"I just heard William yell at Charles to let you go, looked to the kitchen, saw Charles holding you in a choke hold and you... you just looked so petrified. Got you away and brought you here."
"Okay... okay." I sighed. It could have been worse. A lot worse. I could have wept or wet my pants. This was actually quite fine. I still felt fairly shaky, but that made it a fair bit better. I mean, that could have been hell of a lot worse.
"How are you? Shall I ask them to leave? I should ask them to leave." Luke asked, sounding so unnerved, that it seemed the situation affected him even worse than me.
"No-no. I don't want to make a deal out of this." I said calmly. Most of all, I didn't want him making a deal out of it. Hugging him tighter in an attempt to try and calm him down, I said, "Thank you, you really helped me through it."
