Qaf Fic: Sacrifice VI
if we move a little with this story ... The truth is that in this does not happen much. Sorry. Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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Thanks for reading, I hope not to disappoint too, because I think this is the worst I've written ... and, above all, thanks for the coments.
Besitos.
Sacrifice VI
Ben looked over and time again, nervous, fearing that the man had repented.
did not know what to expect from this meeting, but anything I could say Freeman would be better to hear the speculations of the boys, better than listening to curse Michael, better than Debbie's puzzled look, better than the empty eyes of Brian, better the anguished voice of Justin in his head still ringing ...
He had not told anyone appointment with the aide of Wallace, and their conversation days ago.
could not understand that to sit quietly for a coffee with the enemy. Nor
had told them was Justin who, weeks earlier, had called him, asking him to find the advertiser, not the state of anxiety that was.
I did not know he had hidden. First they said he had more important things. Then I thought that Michael, Linds or Debbie knew the couple much more than he, and not understand why Justin turned to the teacher before them.
Although all get along, Ben had always been something outside the family.
But the point was that Justin had to rely on him to take care of Brian.
The point was that it was Brian who had directed her first words, that night, after a week of absolute silence.
And Ben was proud that these two people, two of the pillars that supported his strange family, trust in him. And I felt I had to do their best to find out what was happening. And I felt that Roger Freeman was the door that would lead to finding the answer.
only hoped to open it. Roger
parked, wondering yet again what the hell he was doing.
"You came to atone for your sins," he said. "O to break your face", he thought, disgusted. The second option seemed the most correct.
entered the café and located Benjamin, feeling a twinge of regret, remembering the smile of Ronald that morning, at parting. "I do not know how to have survived without you," he said, and Roger felt that I could not betray him.
was ordered to leave the room when his eyes met with the teacher. For the first time in many years, found no animosity in his eyes watching him. It was just a person willing to listen and felt like taking all that for years for love or cowardice did not know, had hidden, lying to himself.
The silence in the Dinner when he walked through the door, silence was quickly replaced by whispers and curious looks.
- God blessed ... Brian! - Debbie was the first to react, hugging him too hard for the ailing body of the journalist, as he had, daring the curious, the back table, usually occupied by Brian and Justin , now occupied by Michael, Linds and Emett. The boys were slow to react, not believing what they saw, fianlmente joined, threatening to drown him with hugs and questions.
Meanwhile, Debbie charge your breakfast forced him to sit quietly requisitioned newspapers and called to order his friends, all at the same time.
Brian could not help smiling.
He had awakened just after dawn, disoriented and not understanding to know why Justin was not sleeping with him. Normally, needed to be threatening to rise.
Then, reality hit her head: Justin was not there. Justin was tired of it. Justin did not love him.
The ring on the nightstand next to the phone, I was reminded of the words that were repeated in nightmares, "I do not want" ... words that are strangely mingled with other families, "it's just time."
The night before had tried to enter, finding the worried look of Ben, who went to sit beside him as he sank back in bed.
- I do not want .- I was surprised to hear himself telling that, in a voice hoarse, rough and broken that cost him recognize as yours. Ben
stroked her hair, without trying to comfort him, letting him know just who was at his side.
It seemed that hours had passed when the teacher spoke.
- I do not know if Justin loves you or not. But if I do not want you sink. You're stronger than you think, Brian. Struggle.
wanted to ask that served him fight, if it was worth ... but silent tears again to furrow her face, until, finally, sleep overcame him.
That morning the mirror image was returned pale and haggard, hidden behind a beard of several days. Time. Struggle. Those two words were anchored in his mind.
fight, be strong and Gus, his friends, if, one day, no matter the time or later, Justin decided to return ... After showering
started the laptop, ignoring the hundreds of messages accumulated, and reading digital editions of newspapers.
There were several pictures of Justin and Wallace, taken at a party last night. He turned off the computer and started to leave, with the ring Justin in his pocket.
It took nearly half an hour you will leave the Dinner, "after a crisis, you need to rest" but eventually let him go to Kinnetic ... After all, neither Ted Cinthia not let him do much, and at least Justin would think about, or so they thought. Roger
not ever know where he got the strength to tell the story of his life to a complete stranger. The only thing that was clear once it began, was that I could not stop.
Roger Freeman had grown cotton, protected by his mother's unconditional love.
always had achieved anything that had been proposed. Therefore, when she met Ronald Wallace, had no case to which he warned that this man would only bring problems.
was just eighteen when they met at the party of a mutual friend, and that night, Roger always knew he would love.
Wallace was hired to work in one of his companies, and Roger, who admired her strength and she felt protected by his side, he convinced himself that, one day, the greater would his many adventures to stay by his side.
He refused to censor the way of doing business for Wallace, if he is a blackmailer is because the rest are hypocrites, they said. It became his right hand, willing to do anything Wallace to achieve its objectives.
did not know that time had become part of foul play, dedicated to finding every last dirt on their adversaries, helping him with his machinations to get anything that is proposed from a new business, to a new partner bed.
believed that, if proven to support at all, if he was at his side at all times, Ronald would end loving, acknowledging what he had done for him. If in the process
someone was injured, too bad.
When Ronald decided to hire Brian Kinney to bring their new advertising campaign, he knew there would be trouble. There
Kinney heard an arrogant smart guy and he did not care how important they were his clients, a young entrepreneur who does not let anyone tell you as it should do things. A man, in short, too much like Wallace himself.
And the fact that I do not seek to satisfy in all it was an insult to him. Kinney had
But Wallace did not know something. Brian Kinney was a happy man, content with his life. Freeman
realized that because of his pride was not his money or his influences. His pride was Justin Taylor, a handsome young artist who had completely changed his life.
As you saw, Roger knew that Ron had a crush on him and that it would snatch the cocky publicist, by hook or by crook.
And once again, Roger was devoted to digging into the past of Brian Kinney, giving Wallace the weapons to destroy the resistance of Justin: Brian's past.
Ben had a mixture of feelings.
On one side was the disgust that produced Ronald Wallace. Roger also wanted to hate, but only gave him pity, convinced they can reach the soul of Wallace, had sold his own. Brian Penso
in, and felt anger. The publisher could become desperate at times, was a cold person that would not be stepping on anyone, and his pride was comparable only to its beauty.
But he had never harmed anyone. In contrast, Pittsburgh was full of people that owed him something to Brian, he was one who rode a circus around him to make a donation. Which was for what she believed needed to be done without expecting anything in return. And these cretins
dared to want to steal your life, using a pack of lies against him,
without knowing anything, no matter what. Think Justin
hurt. I had always admired his courage. He thought about how hard it must be for him to bear in silence the harassment of Wallace, see Brian go to that morning, knowing that perhaps not meet again ...
saw the picture in the paper, smiling with Justin Wallace. In two weeks, going to Europe ...
could only do one thing ... but feared that the solution would be worse than the problem.
sighed wearily. I had to talk to Brian.
Ben looked over and time again, nervous, fearing that the man had repented.
did not know what to expect from this meeting, but anything I could say Freeman would be better to hear the speculations of the boys, better than listening to curse Michael, better than Debbie's puzzled look, better than the empty eyes of Brian, better the anguished voice of Justin in his head still ringing ...
He had not told anyone appointment with the aide of Wallace, and their conversation days ago.
could not understand that to sit quietly for a coffee with the enemy. Nor
had told them was Justin who, weeks earlier, had called him, asking him to find the advertiser, not the state of anxiety that was.
I did not know he had hidden. First they said he had more important things. Then I thought that Michael, Linds or Debbie knew the couple much more than he, and not understand why Justin turned to the teacher before them.
Although all get along, Ben had always been something outside the family.
But the point was that Justin had to rely on him to take care of Brian.
The point was that it was Brian who had directed her first words, that night, after a week of absolute silence.
And Ben was proud that these two people, two of the pillars that supported his strange family, trust in him. And I felt I had to do their best to find out what was happening. And I felt that Roger Freeman was the door that would lead to finding the answer.
only hoped to open it. Roger
parked, wondering yet again what the hell he was doing.
"You came to atone for your sins," he said. "O to break your face", he thought, disgusted. The second option seemed the most correct.
entered the café and located Benjamin, feeling a twinge of regret, remembering the smile of Ronald that morning, at parting. "I do not know how to have survived without you," he said, and Roger felt that I could not betray him.
was ordered to leave the room when his eyes met with the teacher. For the first time in many years, found no animosity in his eyes watching him. It was just a person willing to listen and felt like taking all that for years for love or cowardice did not know, had hidden, lying to himself.
The silence in the Dinner when he walked through the door, silence was quickly replaced by whispers and curious looks.
- God blessed ... Brian! - Debbie was the first to react, hugging him too hard for the ailing body of the journalist, as he had, daring the curious, the back table, usually occupied by Brian and Justin , now occupied by Michael, Linds and Emett. The boys were slow to react, not believing what they saw, fianlmente joined, threatening to drown him with hugs and questions.
Meanwhile, Debbie charge your breakfast forced him to sit quietly requisitioned newspapers and called to order his friends, all at the same time.
Brian could not help smiling.
He had awakened just after dawn, disoriented and not understanding to know why Justin was not sleeping with him. Normally, needed to be threatening to rise.
Then, reality hit her head: Justin was not there. Justin was tired of it. Justin did not love him.
The ring on the nightstand next to the phone, I was reminded of the words that were repeated in nightmares, "I do not want" ... words that are strangely mingled with other families, "it's just time."
The night before had tried to enter, finding the worried look of Ben, who went to sit beside him as he sank back in bed.
- I do not want .- I was surprised to hear himself telling that, in a voice hoarse, rough and broken that cost him recognize as yours. Ben
stroked her hair, without trying to comfort him, letting him know just who was at his side.
It seemed that hours had passed when the teacher spoke.
- I do not know if Justin loves you or not. But if I do not want you sink. You're stronger than you think, Brian. Struggle.
wanted to ask that served him fight, if it was worth ... but silent tears again to furrow her face, until, finally, sleep overcame him.
That morning the mirror image was returned pale and haggard, hidden behind a beard of several days. Time. Struggle. Those two words were anchored in his mind.
fight, be strong and Gus, his friends, if, one day, no matter the time or later, Justin decided to return ... After showering
started the laptop, ignoring the hundreds of messages accumulated, and reading digital editions of newspapers.
There were several pictures of Justin and Wallace, taken at a party last night. He turned off the computer and started to leave, with the ring Justin in his pocket.
It took nearly half an hour you will leave the Dinner, "after a crisis, you need to rest" but eventually let him go to Kinnetic ... After all, neither Ted Cinthia not let him do much, and at least Justin would think about, or so they thought. Roger
not ever know where he got the strength to tell the story of his life to a complete stranger. The only thing that was clear once it began, was that I could not stop.
Roger Freeman had grown cotton, protected by his mother's unconditional love.
always had achieved anything that had been proposed. Therefore, when she met Ronald Wallace, had no case to which he warned that this man would only bring problems.
was just eighteen when they met at the party of a mutual friend, and that night, Roger always knew he would love.
Wallace was hired to work in one of his companies, and Roger, who admired her strength and she felt protected by his side, he convinced himself that, one day, the greater would his many adventures to stay by his side.
He refused to censor the way of doing business for Wallace, if he is a blackmailer is because the rest are hypocrites, they said. It became his right hand, willing to do anything Wallace to achieve its objectives.
did not know that time had become part of foul play, dedicated to finding every last dirt on their adversaries, helping him with his machinations to get anything that is proposed from a new business, to a new partner bed.
believed that, if proven to support at all, if he was at his side at all times, Ronald would end loving, acknowledging what he had done for him. If in the process
someone was injured, too bad.
When Ronald decided to hire Brian Kinney to bring their new advertising campaign, he knew there would be trouble. There
Kinney heard an arrogant smart guy and he did not care how important they were his clients, a young entrepreneur who does not let anyone tell you as it should do things. A man, in short, too much like Wallace himself.
And the fact that I do not seek to satisfy in all it was an insult to him. Kinney had
But Wallace did not know something. Brian Kinney was a happy man, content with his life. Freeman
realized that because of his pride was not his money or his influences. His pride was Justin Taylor, a handsome young artist who had completely changed his life.
As you saw, Roger knew that Ron had a crush on him and that it would snatch the cocky publicist, by hook or by crook.
And once again, Roger was devoted to digging into the past of Brian Kinney, giving Wallace the weapons to destroy the resistance of Justin: Brian's past.
Ben had a mixture of feelings.
On one side was the disgust that produced Ronald Wallace. Roger also wanted to hate, but only gave him pity, convinced they can reach the soul of Wallace, had sold his own. Brian Penso
in, and felt anger. The publisher could become desperate at times, was a cold person that would not be stepping on anyone, and his pride was comparable only to its beauty.
But he had never harmed anyone. In contrast, Pittsburgh was full of people that owed him something to Brian, he was one who rode a circus around him to make a donation. Which was for what she believed needed to be done without expecting anything in return. And these cretins
dared to want to steal your life, using a pack of lies against him,
without knowing anything, no matter what. Think Justin
hurt. I had always admired his courage. He thought about how hard it must be for him to bear in silence the harassment of Wallace, see Brian go to that morning, knowing that perhaps not meet again ...
saw the picture in the paper, smiling with Justin Wallace. In two weeks, going to Europe ...
could only do one thing ... but feared that the solution would be worse than the problem.
sighed wearily. I had to talk to Brian.
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