I fear you are giving, really ... Here tod @ s expecting a scene like "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", haha.
Well, I just hope you are not disappointed with the vengeance of Mr. Kinney, though I doubt we'll see the guts of anyone flying through the air ... at least for now.
Here's another chapter, I hope you enjoy.
Thank you for reading, and many kisses.
IX
Justin Slaughter tried to smile but for the first time in his life, he was not nervous or excited. There was absolutely nothing.
The gallery was packed. Artists, critics, journalists ... all wanted to greet the star of the evening, to congratulate and talk with him.
Justin was moving between them, without seeing anyone, without listening to anyone. I just wanted to leave you alone.
Those who attributed their pallor surrounding the nerves of the exhibition and smiled, encouraging him as he tried to contain the nausea that caused him to feel Wallace's body next to hers.
had come to the gallery an hour before the start of the exposure to make sure everything was ready, unable to avoid his gaze directed at the door again and again.
- Do not wait. It will not come .- Wallace appeared before him with a grin .- I have otro jovéncito con el que jugar.
- Wallace, vete al infierno.- Intentó alejarse, pero el mayor le retuvo, obligandole a mirarle.
- Vamos, Justin. No seas maleducado. Esta es una gran noche. Se amable y deja que vean lo feliz que eres.
Justin sintió que su rabía crecía por momentos. Si, esa debía ser una gran noche. Aquella era su última exposición antes de casarse con Brian, era un momento especial para ellos...
- Eres un maldito hijo de
- Sshhh...Cuidado con ese vocabulario, rubito. Deberías ser más amable, a fin de cuentas vamos a pasar mucho tiempo juntos...¿no te lo había dicho? Mañana nos vamos a Europa.- La sonrisa del empresario creció ante la expresión Justin incredulous.
- I will not go anywhere with you!
- Good. Already old for making your own decisions. In short, this will soon be full of journalists who were sure interested to know the secrets of this pathetic ...- publicist Justin suddenly turned pale, making the man laugh Haha, I thought so. Well, we, as guests begin to arrive.
Finally the crowd had managed to separate him from Wallace and had started walking aimlessly, until you see only against one of his works. It seemed impossible that he had painted.
was one of the paintings he had made shortly after settling in Briatin, a box full of light transmitting a pleasant sense of peace, tranquility and hope. He had used different shades of green and brown, recalling the different shades that could acquire the eyes of his companion.
He pushed the tears began to flow, sighing.
- really wonderful .- Lindsay's voice behind him startled him. The two friends embraced, smiling .- Congratulations, the exhibition has been a success.
- Yes, it seems, "The blonde watched Justin's face with serious concern.
- Justin, honey, you okay?
- Yes, I'm just tired ... ...- He looked away, unable to lie to her friend .- And others?
- are to come ... Justin, what happens? - Stroked her back with love, calming.
- Nothing ... seriously, - the expression of Linds told him not to get trick .- ... I guess I always spoil it all, he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
- Justin, look at me. Want to Brian? - Justin smiled slightly, knowing that there was a real question. He sighed wearily.
- Linds, I ... God, I miss it so much ...
- then come home.
shook his head, knowing that there was nothing I want more than that.
- I can not, Linds. I can not. Even if I could do, Brian would never forgive me. No after what I did, after what I said ... no, I can not do .- The girl took his hands, worried.
- Justin, honey ... love you Brian. Do not know what happened between you, or what you said, but he waits .- smiled sadly at the thought of his amigo. "I think you have been waiting since birth.
The artist tried to put his thoughts as I watched Wallace talking to the other side of the room. Brian
waiting for you ... We're going to Europe ... Brian is gone ... If you care, would come for you ... Brian sacrificed his happiness to prevail ... The truth does not matter ... Brian is waiting ... Thousands of voices
flooded his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly.
He only knew he needed to see, again feel safe and secure in his arms. His eyes focused on painting, as if there were to find an answer.
- Justin!, Are you listening? - Linds looked at him nervously.
- Yeah, sorry, is ...- She noticed the sign beside the painting, "Do you have sold?
the blonde looked at him blankly.
- When you have sold the picture?
- This morning, I knew that ...
- back again. Give the buyer that he likes, but this is not for sale ... this is not ...- Her friend looked like he was crazy, but suddenly, it seemed to keep that box as world's largest.
- Justin ...
The arrival of his mother and his friends stopped.
was nearly twelve o'clock when the messenger had come at last. The boy's bad mood because of work at that time disappeared when Brian handed him a one-hundred, as he gave the address that was to take the third envelope.
- still be in the gallery Ben prepared to leave with one of the envelopes that had just arrived. He had told Michael that he had too much work to go with him to the show and had been seen there later on.
- Yes, I know .- The tone of the publisher put on alert.
- Brian, do not ever show up there.
- Ben ...
- Brian, Justin has suffered. You have suffered. But if you only make things worse. Do not spoil it now. Be patient.
- Yes, that's all I have left .- Brian sighed wearily.
- Try to relax, you're exhausted .- The pained voice of his friend touched him .- It'll be okay.
- I hope .- He looked at his friend, biting his lips .- Ben ...
The teacher nodded silent thanks of brown and left the loft, hoping not just one of those useless empty phrases that so despised Brian. Everything had to go though ... Brian
suppressed the urge to leave the loft. Knew that if I did I would go directly to the gallery, and Ben was right.
For days he had wanted more than anything to go for Justin, bring it back home and not let him get away again.
But then Justin's sacrifice would be in vain, and the young have always blamed.
could not ruin everything because of their impulses.
threw the envelope on the bed, it also Topple. I was really exhausted.
For three days he had returned to Pittsburgh and had not had a single minute to relax.
He wondered if all that would serve for something, and what would happen from now. All
he wanted was to have Justin back. But I could not stop thinking about others, as they affect ... Finally
fatigue overcame him, staying asleep. Justin
observed red lines announcing the arrival of another dawn.
had reached the attic into the night and was lying in bed unable to sleep.
The exhibition was an unqualified success, but that did not care.
Within three hours on a plane would be moving away, perhaps forever, from everything I loved.
Wallace was asked to do in Europe with empty body. Why your soul would stay there in Pittsburgh Brian, at home.
closed his eyes, wondering if ever again see the boys, Brian, Gus ...
Despite the silence that had obtained in response to multiple questions, all had been with him that night, supporting Mel, Emett, Ted ... all except Ben.
Justin opened his eyes again, thinking about the strange attitude of the teacher.
had arrived after midnight, when some guests had already left.
He apologized for the delay and, after a while, he turned away.
The boy spotted his eyes shortly after, while saying goodbye to some acquaintances. I was in a secluded corner of the room, talking with the aide of Wallace. When I try to reach them, the two had disappeared from there. He tried to ask what
knew Freeman as he said goodbye to his friends, but Ben hugged him briefly, smiling and speaking in a tone that could only hear the "quiet, everything will be fine."
not understand anything, but Ben's smile, and those words reassured, even without knowing why.
It was half past six when Ronald Wallace came to his office, like every morning. In a couple of hours had to be at the airport, but still had some business to attend. Even
smiled as he remembered the frightened expression on his threat to Justin talk to the media.
It seemed absurd devotion to the fair by Kinney. At the end of the day, the publisher had made no effort to recover, it was obvious that had already forgotten him.
A on the ground in front of his office, call his attention. I had no sender. Only your name on one side. Roger Freman
fighting for ordering the amalgamation of feelings from the night before, he had seized. Sadness, guilt, pain, relief ...
During the exhibition a part of him had prayed that Brian would not have done, that Ben will not come ...
But part of him sigh with relief, to see him get with that on. For better or for worse, any change thereafter.
noise in the room the artist told him that he was not the only thing he could not sleep that night. Half an hour ago that Ronald had left the attic, so I would soon find out everything.
He stood up, going to Justin's room. Ronald Wallace
had trouble breathing. Pale and trembling, sat behind the desk, unable to believe what he saw. Justin
finished dressing when she heard a knock on the door, asking permission to enter.
you surprised Roger dejected appearance, the dark circles that framed her face. But it still seemed calm. She smiled slightly.
- I think you should see this.
Confused, Justin took the magazine from the hands of man. It took a few seconds to realize what I was seeing, and had to sit when she noticed that her legs were failing, his breathing quickened as a slight tremor shook their hands.
- What ... what does this mean?
continued ...
Justin Slaughter tried to smile but for the first time in his life, he was not nervous or excited. There was absolutely nothing.
The gallery was packed. Artists, critics, journalists ... all wanted to greet the star of the evening, to congratulate and talk with him.
Justin was moving between them, without seeing anyone, without listening to anyone. I just wanted to leave you alone.
Those who attributed their pallor surrounding the nerves of the exhibition and smiled, encouraging him as he tried to contain the nausea that caused him to feel Wallace's body next to hers.
had come to the gallery an hour before the start of the exposure to make sure everything was ready, unable to avoid his gaze directed at the door again and again.
- Do not wait. It will not come .- Wallace appeared before him with a grin .- I have otro jovéncito con el que jugar.
- Wallace, vete al infierno.- Intentó alejarse, pero el mayor le retuvo, obligandole a mirarle.
- Vamos, Justin. No seas maleducado. Esta es una gran noche. Se amable y deja que vean lo feliz que eres.
Justin sintió que su rabía crecía por momentos. Si, esa debía ser una gran noche. Aquella era su última exposición antes de casarse con Brian, era un momento especial para ellos...
- Eres un maldito hijo de
- Sshhh...Cuidado con ese vocabulario, rubito. Deberías ser más amable, a fin de cuentas vamos a pasar mucho tiempo juntos...¿no te lo había dicho? Mañana nos vamos a Europa.- La sonrisa del empresario creció ante la expresión Justin incredulous.
- I will not go anywhere with you!
- Good. Already old for making your own decisions. In short, this will soon be full of journalists who were sure interested to know the secrets of this pathetic ...- publicist Justin suddenly turned pale, making the man laugh Haha, I thought so. Well, we, as guests begin to arrive.
Finally the crowd had managed to separate him from Wallace and had started walking aimlessly, until you see only against one of his works. It seemed impossible that he had painted.
was one of the paintings he had made shortly after settling in Briatin, a box full of light transmitting a pleasant sense of peace, tranquility and hope. He had used different shades of green and brown, recalling the different shades that could acquire the eyes of his companion.
He pushed the tears began to flow, sighing.
- really wonderful .- Lindsay's voice behind him startled him. The two friends embraced, smiling .- Congratulations, the exhibition has been a success.
- Yes, it seems, "The blonde watched Justin's face with serious concern.
- Justin, honey, you okay?
- Yes, I'm just tired ... ...- He looked away, unable to lie to her friend .- And others?
- are to come ... Justin, what happens? - Stroked her back with love, calming.
- Nothing ... seriously, - the expression of Linds told him not to get trick .- ... I guess I always spoil it all, he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
- Justin, look at me. Want to Brian? - Justin smiled slightly, knowing that there was a real question. He sighed wearily.
- Linds, I ... God, I miss it so much ...
- then come home.
shook his head, knowing that there was nothing I want more than that.
- I can not, Linds. I can not. Even if I could do, Brian would never forgive me. No after what I did, after what I said ... no, I can not do .- The girl took his hands, worried.
- Justin, honey ... love you Brian. Do not know what happened between you, or what you said, but he waits .- smiled sadly at the thought of his amigo. "I think you have been waiting since birth.
The artist tried to put his thoughts as I watched Wallace talking to the other side of the room. Brian
waiting for you ... We're going to Europe ... Brian is gone ... If you care, would come for you ... Brian sacrificed his happiness to prevail ... The truth does not matter ... Brian is waiting ... Thousands of voices
flooded his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly.
He only knew he needed to see, again feel safe and secure in his arms. His eyes focused on painting, as if there were to find an answer.
- Justin!, Are you listening? - Linds looked at him nervously.
- Yeah, sorry, is ...- She noticed the sign beside the painting, "Do you have sold?
the blonde looked at him blankly.
- When you have sold the picture?
- This morning, I knew that ...
- back again. Give the buyer that he likes, but this is not for sale ... this is not ...- Her friend looked like he was crazy, but suddenly, it seemed to keep that box as world's largest.
- Justin ...
The arrival of his mother and his friends stopped.
was nearly twelve o'clock when the messenger had come at last. The boy's bad mood because of work at that time disappeared when Brian handed him a one-hundred, as he gave the address that was to take the third envelope.
- still be in the gallery Ben prepared to leave with one of the envelopes that had just arrived. He had told Michael that he had too much work to go with him to the show and had been seen there later on.
- Yes, I know .- The tone of the publisher put on alert.
- Brian, do not ever show up there.
- Ben ...
- Brian, Justin has suffered. You have suffered. But if you only make things worse. Do not spoil it now. Be patient.
- Yes, that's all I have left .- Brian sighed wearily.
- Try to relax, you're exhausted .- The pained voice of his friend touched him .- It'll be okay.
- I hope .- He looked at his friend, biting his lips .- Ben ...
The teacher nodded silent thanks of brown and left the loft, hoping not just one of those useless empty phrases that so despised Brian. Everything had to go though ... Brian
suppressed the urge to leave the loft. Knew that if I did I would go directly to the gallery, and Ben was right.
For days he had wanted more than anything to go for Justin, bring it back home and not let him get away again.
But then Justin's sacrifice would be in vain, and the young have always blamed.
could not ruin everything because of their impulses.
threw the envelope on the bed, it also Topple. I was really exhausted.
For three days he had returned to Pittsburgh and had not had a single minute to relax.
He wondered if all that would serve for something, and what would happen from now. All
he wanted was to have Justin back. But I could not stop thinking about others, as they affect ... Finally
fatigue overcame him, staying asleep. Justin
observed red lines announcing the arrival of another dawn.
had reached the attic into the night and was lying in bed unable to sleep.
The exhibition was an unqualified success, but that did not care.
Within three hours on a plane would be moving away, perhaps forever, from everything I loved.
Wallace was asked to do in Europe with empty body. Why your soul would stay there in Pittsburgh Brian, at home.
closed his eyes, wondering if ever again see the boys, Brian, Gus ...
Despite the silence that had obtained in response to multiple questions, all had been with him that night, supporting Mel, Emett, Ted ... all except Ben.
Justin opened his eyes again, thinking about the strange attitude of the teacher.
had arrived after midnight, when some guests had already left.
He apologized for the delay and, after a while, he turned away.
The boy spotted his eyes shortly after, while saying goodbye to some acquaintances. I was in a secluded corner of the room, talking with the aide of Wallace. When I try to reach them, the two had disappeared from there. He tried to ask what
knew Freeman as he said goodbye to his friends, but Ben hugged him briefly, smiling and speaking in a tone that could only hear the "quiet, everything will be fine."
not understand anything, but Ben's smile, and those words reassured, even without knowing why.
It was half past six when Ronald Wallace came to his office, like every morning. In a couple of hours had to be at the airport, but still had some business to attend. Even
smiled as he remembered the frightened expression on his threat to Justin talk to the media.
It seemed absurd devotion to the fair by Kinney. At the end of the day, the publisher had made no effort to recover, it was obvious that had already forgotten him.
A on the ground in front of his office, call his attention. I had no sender. Only your name on one side. Roger Freman
fighting for ordering the amalgamation of feelings from the night before, he had seized. Sadness, guilt, pain, relief ...
During the exhibition a part of him had prayed that Brian would not have done, that Ben will not come ...
But part of him sigh with relief, to see him get with that on. For better or for worse, any change thereafter.
noise in the room the artist told him that he was not the only thing he could not sleep that night. Half an hour ago that Ronald had left the attic, so I would soon find out everything.
He stood up, going to Justin's room. Ronald Wallace
had trouble breathing. Pale and trembling, sat behind the desk, unable to believe what he saw. Justin
finished dressing when she heard a knock on the door, asking permission to enter.
you surprised Roger dejected appearance, the dark circles that framed her face. But it still seemed calm. She smiled slightly.
- I think you should see this.
Confused, Justin took the magazine from the hands of man. It took a few seconds to realize what I was seeing, and had to sit when she noticed that her legs were failing, his breathing quickened as a slight tremor shook their hands.
- What ... what does this mean?
continued ...
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