NaNoWriMo is over and for
the fourth year in a row, I won. That means that I know have three stories
ready for revisions. Looks like next year might be a great year for me when
getting books ready for publication.
Still, that is next year.
This is still 2017, meaning I have to focus on now, and right now, it is time
to write a scene. Phrase for the week is Stuff
it. One I hope you enjoy and one that allows your imagination soar.
Have a great week.
Julia
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Note This is an unedited scene
M/M ADULT CONTENT
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Raphael took another look around the place he’d called
home for the last ten years. The Combs had been in his life longer than anyone
else. He loved them. They told him they loved him. Lies. All lies on their
part. Raphael had loved Mr. and Mrs. Combs. They’d been there for him during
the most trying times of his life. His mother’s death. His grandmother’s
rejection. His father’s point blank denial of him. He never once saw an ounce
of prejuicde in them. Why did they? How could they? He was still the same
human. Same young man. Same person who came to their door when he was eight
years old.
“Raphael, man, you ready?”
No. He was no ready to leave the one place he felt safe.
Not that he dreaded moving in with Jake. He loved Jake. The two of them had
spoken many times about them taking their relationship to the next level, but
Raphael had not expected it so soon. He’d wanted to finish college first.
“Come on, man.”
Raphael reached up and let his hand rest against Jake’s
cheek as he rested his head on Rapael’s shoulder. “I can’t believe this.”
“I know man, but they made their selves clear.”
Boy had they. The moment Mr. Combs came in and found
Raphael kissing Jake, the entire atmosphere had shifted from loving and caring
to rage and disgust. The two had words, harsh and unforgettable words, but the
last words Mr. Combs had said to him was the cruelest and drifted through Raphael’s
mind every other second.
“We should have sent you back the day you arrived.”
Raphael’s entire body had stiffen and his mind spun so
fast he had no clue what he said next. Not until two hours later when Jake held
him in their beds. He’d came back at Mr. Combs with two words. “Stuff it.” Not
the most original, or hardcore, comment, but the only thing that Raphael’s rattled
mind could think of. Nothing left for him to do. They’d made themselves clear.
He had one hour to pack up his clothes and photos of friends and leave their
home.
“Your hour is up.” Mrs. Combs said from the top of the
steps.
Raphael squeezed Jake’s hand and turned toward the door.
He had no idea where his life would go from there, but at least he had Jake.
