Twisted 5
Marshall regains his normal
breathing and adjust his clothes, his mind wondering what he did wrong, that
maybe Elton didn’t want him to kiss him, his heart knowing he’ll never be good
enough for Elton.
Elton nervously talks on the phone
with Joshua watching his Baby walk over to the mini bar and grab the bottle of
Hennessy and pour a large drink, then wondering over to the large picture
window.
Marshall stares out the large
picture window, as his heart yells out in confusion for Elton, to wrap his
secure arms around him.
Elton half listens to Joshua’s
rattling, as he caresses over his lips that just moments ago where covered by
his Baby’s for the first time, and he agrees to meet Joshua in an hour, and as
Marshall hears he quietly leaves the room.
Marshall wonders through the
large hall towards the rose garden, but as he passes the den, wonders in a
quickly grabs a bottle of Hennessy from the bar and takes a large drink from
the bottle, knowing it’s the only thing that doesn’t care if he is a fuck up.
After several long moments of
talking Elton hangs up the phone, and searchers each room of the large mansion
for his Baby, when he doesn’t find him he remembers the comments his Baby made
about the rose garden.
Marshall wonders out to the rose
garden and sits down on a marble bench with his bottle of Hennessy, taking
several large drinks after sitting down.
“Mom always said that I was
pathetic, maybe she was right for once. I can’t even get a gay man to love me.”
Marshall thinks to himself as he takes several more drinks of the Hennessy.
“I should be happy that Elton
doesn’t love me.” Marshall continues to think to himself, as each of his faults
that his mother has told or pointed out to him comes to his mind.
“CHEERS TO BEING PATHETIC!”
Marshall states out loud, holding up the Hennessy bottle, then taking a large
drink, thinking his father was the smart one for leaving.
“Yeah! Real Pathetic! I’m sitting
here in a FUCKIN’ rose garden, worrying if a man loves me, a man that sucks my dick
any time he wants. That’s made it clear once that it was something he just
wanted to try.” Marshall states to himself, as he continues to drink from the
bottle of Hennessy.
“I’m blowing all this way out of
proportion. Elton himself said I have an over active imagination.” Marshall
tries to reassure himself, slowly getting up and walking over to one of the
beautiful rose bushes, and bending over to smell a rose.
“Now This Is GAY!” Marshall
jokily says with a laugh, quickly straightening up and looking around to see if
anyone of Elton’s large staff saw him and then walks back over to the bench.
“WELL I can at least now really
say that I’ve stopped and smelled the roses.” Marshall proudly states to
himself, with a small laugh, as he takes another drink.
“Elton is a real warm
compassionated talented well educated man, it’s actually stupid to even think
he’d ever really want anything real to do with me. FUCK! I don’t even want to know
me. The only reason I’m here is because I invited myself.” Marshall thinks to
himself, and then takes several large drinks of Hennessy.
“I’ve trashed his den, invited
myself to stay, then turned him down when he wanted something in return.”
Marshall says to himself, pulling his legs up wrapping his arms around them and
then resting his head on his knees, fighting back tears.
After a few minutes Marshall
reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his cell-phone to call the airport,
but quickly realizes his at Elton’s in England and doesn’t even know the name
of the airport, and angrily throws the phone, which hits one of the rose bushes
and breaks off a branch, sending it crashing to the ground, and he frantically
rushes over to the bush, collapsing to the ground beside it and gently picking
up the broken branch, that has one single red rose attached.
“You Fuck UP Everything!”
Marshall’s mothers voice yells in his head, as he gentle holds the rose in his
hand and begins to cry.
“MARSHALL!” Elton yells out in
concern, seeing his Baby on the ground crying and rushes to his side.
“What Happened?” Elton tries not
to ask in angry, but wonders how the rose bush got broke.
“I sorry . . . . I broke it . . . . I didn’t mean too . . .
it was an accident YOU have to believe me I really didn’t mean it . . . It was
a accident I sorry please don’t be mad at me please please.” Marshall pleads
with an obvious slur to his speech, grabbing Elton’s hands and holding them
tightly, burying his head in Elton’s lap.
“Marshall! It’s okay it’s only a
plant! . . . .” Elton soothingly says, wrapping his arms around his Baby,
concerned at how emotional he is.
“STOP CALLING ME MARSHALL!”
Marshall angrily yells out, struggling to get out of Elton’s arms and to his
feet, but falls back onto Elton.
“Okay!” Elton states in total
confusion, as he gently helps his Baby to a sit up position.
“What would you like for me to
call you?” Elton asks with hurt evident in his voice, as he glances over at his
Baby staring at the ground.
“Em like you always have!”
Marshall states with a slur, getting to his feet and stumbling over to the
bench and grabbing the Hennessy bottle and taking a large drink.
“Okay!” Elton states, as he gets
up and walks over to his Baby and looks down at him.
“WHAT?” Marshall sarcastically
asks, after a few minutes of Elton staring at him.
“Nothing.” Elton calmly says
sitting down, as Marshall thinks Elton is going to ask him to leave.
“I have to leave for a few hours.”
Elton says, glancing over at his Baby, who is taking another large drink of
Hennessy.
“What’s the name of the airport?”
Marshall asks with a slur, as Elton gets a confused expression.
“Why do you wanna know?” Elton
asks in confusion, as his Baby is about to take another drink and he grabs the
bottle from him.
“I think you’ve had enough!”
Elton firmly states, as his Baby goes to grab the bottle back from him but
stops.
“Are you going to tell me?”
Marshall states with an expression of I’m Waiting.
“Are you going to tell me why you
don’t want me to call you Marshall?” Elton curiously asks, trying not to show
that it bothers him that all his Baby’s friends call him Marshall, but his Baby
doesn’t want him too.
“No!” Marshall sarcastically
states as he slowly gets up to get his cell-phone from the ground.
“I thought you had to leave?”
Marshall asks, as he sits back down, fumbling around with his cel-phone.
“I do, but I want to make sure
you’re okay first. Why are you going home?” Elton says as he looks over at his
Baby, totally lost at the mood his Baby’s in, but in the back of his mind
worrying that if he doesn’t leave soon for Joshua’s that he may come looking
for him.
“I wanna go home that’s why.”
Marshall states in a child like tone.
“I don’t want you to go home. But
I’m not going to argue with you now. Go up to your room and take a nap, and
when I get back we’ll talk about what’s bothering you.” Elton sincerely says,
as he takes his Baby’s right hand into his.
“I’m not two years old! I don’t need
a NAP!” Marshall states in a child like tone.
“WELL you’re acting like it!”
Elton firmly states, as Marshall gets a shocked expression from Elton’s tone of
voice.
“Can I stay right here till you
get back, if I promise not to break any more of your flowers? I didn’t mean to
break it.” Marshall sincerely pleads.
“Please stop worrying about the
DAMN rose bush.” Elton agitatedly states, as he watches his Baby again start
fumbling around with his cel-phone.
“Cause you started the whole Em thing.
Everyone calls me Em now cause of you. It makes me think of you when I hear
it.” Marshall mumbles, glancing over at Elton whose staring at his watch.
“Sorry.“ Marshall sincerely
mumbles for interrupting, as he sees Elton looking at his watch, and he gets up
and starts walking towards the house, as Elton gets lost in thoughts of what
he’s going to tell Joshua.
“Where are you going?” Elton
quickly asks, realizing that his Baby is walking away.
“To my room.” Marshall mumbles as
he continues to walk towards the house, wanting to do what Elton told him to
do, thinking it will make him happy.
“I thought you wanted to stay in
the garden?” Elton asks, as he follows his Baby into the house.
“I’ll have Jean bring your dinner
up to you.” Elton sincerely says, watching his Baby walk up the steps, worrying
about his emotional state, but the back of his mind knowing he has to handle
Joshua before, he can go any further with the most perfect gift God has every
sent him.
Marshall throws up his hand
whatever with out even turning around as he walks up the stairs, as Elton
watches in concern.
“I’ll try to hurry. I should only
be gone a couple hours.” Elton states and again Marshall throws up his hand and
mumbles bye.
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