Suave stopped in front of Pat’s bedroom door, baffled. The door was wide open too. “Pat? Where’s my stuff?”
No response.
Suave took the gun from his waist and cautiously entered the bedroom, his heart hammering away in his chest. His mind flashed back to the nightmare he had the night before, and he tightened his grip on the gun.
“Wha... Wha... What the—” Suave stopped short. The gun fell from his hand to the wooden floor. Standing before him was Pat, as naked as a sensei fowl’s behind.
Pat was posed with his right hip out, his hands rested on his waist, and his legs spread wide apart in a pair of black stilettos. Thick, glossy, ruby-red, pouting lips hinted at seduction and sexual stimulation.
“Heyyyy.” Pat swiped his tongue lightly across his lips and winked. Suave almost choking him to death should have scared him away, but instead, had aroused a deep familiar yearning in Pat—Enough to take this risk.
For the life of him, Suave couldn’t move or say a word. His mouth was opening and closing like a helpless barracuda as he watched Pat slither toward him.
Pat slid around Suave the statue to get to the door, shutting it. Without a word, he stood before Suave, his peppermint breath fanning Suave’s face.
It was almost like Suave was hypnotized as he locked eyes with Pat, who had transformed into Pastor Ralph. With his heart somersaulting in his chest, and the occasional blinking of his eyes, Suave didn’t move. The grown man had reverted to the scared twelve-year-old boy when he was first sexually molested by his uncle. Suave was helpless.
Pat smiled. This was even better than he had imagined. In no rush, Pat lowered himself to his knees, his face directly in line with Suave’s groin. Reaching up, he unbuckled Suave’s belt. The sound of Suave’s pants unzipping was like a clap of thunder in the quiet room.
With his eyes now squeezed closed, tears leaked down Suave’s face as Pat pleasured him orally. His body betrayed him again when it responded as it had done so many years ago, and the shame of it all came flooding back like a tsunami. Suave was being victimized all over again.
Suddenly, Suave felt sick to his stomach—literally. He coughed loudly, his body shaking—before vomiting his breakfast all over Pat.
Pat screeched and hollered, totally grossed out with barf all over his face and body, some even leaking into his mouth. He jumped to his feet and ran into the adjoining bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Suave hurriedly pulled up his pants, his hands trembling as he zipped it, leaving his unbuckled belt dangling. He rushed out of the bedroom, jumped down the steps two at a time from the second floor to the first floor, unlocked the front door, and rushed to his car.
He started the car and sped to the front gate. It was locked, but luckily, he knew that there was a manual switch on the gatepost. Suave was on the run.
Chapter Twenty-eight
The Benz screeched to a halt in front of a gas station. “Bobby, come here,” Suave yelled through the open car window to the teenage son of the gas station owner who was standing in front of the store.
The boy ran over to the car. “Yes, Mr. Suave?”
“Here, go get me a few bags of ice. Make it quick.” Suave avoided eye contact, his hand trembling when he handed the boy some money. “Hurry up,” he shouted at Bobby’s back.
With his head hanging low still in shame, Suave sat in the car as Bobby made a few trips from the store to the car trunk with huge bags of ice.
“I’m finished, Mr. Suave,” Bobby remarked when he walked up to the driver-side window after closing the trunk.
“Thanks.” Suave gave him a few bills before speeding off. He took a few shortcuts, weaving in and out of traffic, until soon, he was pulling into his garage at the hut. Suave knew he was in no frame of mind to go home and see Monica. He needed some alone time to get his head right because he was losing his mind.
After closing the garage door, Suave went back and forth from the car trunk to the bathroom, filling the tub with ice. Once finished, he stripped out of his clothes and lowered himself into the tub, ice cubes covering his entire naked body up to his chin.
“I’m not gay,” Suave chanted over and over, his teeth rattling. “I love women. I’m no sissy.” The tears poured from his eyes as he shivered uncontrollably. His knees were pulled up to his chest under the cold, melting ice. “Grrrr, I can’t believe I let that fool touch me like that,” Suave spat with distaste. “I should have killed him right there.” He pounded his fists in front of him, sending ice and water splashing on the floor. “It’s those punks playing with my head. I don’t know how they’re doing it, but I swear I’m going to stop them.”
Suave sneezed and sniffled loudly. He couldn’t feel his toes, and his fingers felt like popsicles. “I... I... I don’t know what to do.” Suave hiccupped, his head wobbling like a bobblehead doll.
“Come to me, my son,” said a deep, thundering voice, ricocheting around the bathroom like a boomerang. “Come to me, and I’ll give you rest.”
Suave sat up straight in the bathtub, shots of needles pricking his numbed body. “Who are you?” He looked around the room frantically, shaking like a wet dog caught in a rainstorm.
“I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”
“Hahaha.” Suave threw his head back and began to laugh like a madman. He coughed and sneezed. “Is that you, Lord?” Suave pulled himself to his frozen feet, stumbling, his hand grabbing the side of the bathtub, breaking his fall. “Aren’t you a little too late, Big Man?”
Like an arthritic, elderly man, Suave dragged one foot out of the icy tub onto the bathroom floor, then the
