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Chapter 21.5: The Shadows of Betrayal
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2024-10-29 19:42:56AMBROSE
I know myself and I know for a fact that I don’t cry, not because crying is for the weak but because I like to think that I’m tough enough and that I can take a lot of things without resulting to a pitiful break down. However, after how everything had piled up unexpectedly, tonight’s going to be a whole different story for me. Tears just began cascading down on my cheeks giving me this notion that I’ve reached my limit. I don’t even know I have a limit in the first place, but tonight was a ballooning testament that I can only take certain things at once.
My chest felt heavier than usual and I feel like I can’t breathe properly. Still leaning against the door, I hugged my knees like it was the only thing I have for tonight, and that’s honestly the underlying truth. I only have me, myself and I for the rest of this agonizing night. My head’s bombarded with so many thoughts, one after the other, and I
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Dancing in his Storm Chapter 21.6: The Shadows of Betrayal
AMBROSEI woke up at nine in the morning with the sun already up above the horizon. I forgot to close the curtains last night and the bright morning light hit me right in the eyes. My eyes burned almost the instant I opened them, and while they were struggling to adjust from the brightness, I had to blindly rush towards the window just to close the curtains and bring control to the brightness. I walked back to my bed still feeling heavy and exhausted from what happened last night. I know I should be having a hangover from the alcohol that I consumed last night but the only hangover that I have right now was a mental and emotional hangover.I laid on my bed and stared above the ceiling for quite some time. I felt like I needed the whole day in solitary and then I suddenly remembered my parents are home which had me losing some of the hope that I had. I really hated the fact that they are home quite earlier than I would’
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.1: Love and Predicament
AUGUSTWho would’ve thought that this house party would turn out to be as interesting, most definitely the most interesting out of all the house party that I’ve been to. I haven’t been to many but this was certainly something that has cracked me to the bones. It’s a total wreck and I know I should’ve seen this coming my way but I did not and it just bulldozed straight ahead. I was so focused on my hidden agenda to let Rachel drink as much alcohol so I could sneak away with Ambrose that it backfired on me. It’s as if I pulled the trigger but the bullet had a complete one eighty turn and hit me.There’s this thought that has formed inside my brain and it’s the thought that Rachel’s been wanting to have a sexual encounter with me. Just by thinking about it, the gayness hidden inside of me was already writhing in total horror and disgust. It sucks playing the st
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.2: Love and Predicament
AUGUSTThis Friday night took a huge toll on me and there’s no denying the fact that I’m all worn out to exhaustion both mentally, physically and emotionally. Not only it cemented how much of a horrible person I am, it also established me as a bona fide social climber in my current world full of popular kids. I just hope, and I might even pray too, that Rachel forgets everything that happened tonight so we don’t have to result into an argument that might just ruin our reputations. I was in deep contemplation that if she doesn’t remember anything, I’m not going to bring out the fact that she attacked me in her own desperate attempt of having sexual interaction with me. As early as now, I am more than willing let what she had done to me slip for the second time in a row. I know she tried to seduce me back when we went to the movies and I just had to turn a blind eye and shake all of that off of my shoulder. I don&rsqu
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.3: Love and Predicament
Chapter 22.3: Love and Predicament AUGUST I was dead right when I thought I won’t be having some kind of hangover last night after walking several kilometers. The walkathon journey probably helped secrete most of the alcohol inside my system through the sweats and the hot breath that I’ve been huffing out while walking through the coldness of the night. I don’t know if that’s how it works but I woke up pretty much normal. I have no head banging headache which was super great and I don’t feel like I’ve been worked out so much judging by the absence of fatigue. I may have concluded that I don’t have any hangover, despite of that conclusion, there’s still this overwhelming feeling of dehydration. I also smell pretty awful and I was thinking that I really should’ve took a quick shower before heading to bed. It was already nine in the morning when I jumped out of bed and instantly brought myself towards the kitchen. I poured myself so
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.4: Love and Predicament
AUGUSTThe waiting game was unbearably long the more that I’m expecting a response and it was killing me from the inside out. I walked around my room just to let a fleeting moment pass by and I even had a short trip throughout the house just to distract myself from the already growing impatience. I know weekends should be a lot more fun and anxiety free, a little break from school and all of the activities was all that everyone needs but here I am still anxious and absolutely not having fun. It’s been thirty minutes, almost close to forty since I last sent Ambrose those messages but unfortunately, he hasn’t responded yet. I’m getting more and more guilty as the time ticks and I’m afraid that if I don’t get any response this morning, I’m going to beat myself up for it. The impatience budding up inside me was starting to grow claws.I held my phone with such eagerness only to see the l
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.5: Love and Predicament
AUGUSTMonday rolled in almost pretty quickly and I don’t know what to feel about it’s sudden arrival. I was wishing for a longer weekend and maybe by then, I have made up my mind. I haven’t drafted any clear plan as of the moment and I’m not comfortable about scrambling and making naïve decisions. This is why Monday’s are the scariest day in a week apart from what most people call Friday the 13th.I woke up the instant my alarm clock began beeping which was just my typical wake up call. I still have a few minutes to adjust and shake the drowsiness but I stayed on my bed for a while longer instead. The warmth of the blanket draped over my entire body seemed to be hugging me so tight that I don’t want to jump out of bed just yet. I just stared above the ceiling as I deeply pondered about the reality that I’m about to face in the next few hours. Rachel and I did not have the
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.6: Love and Predicament
AUGUSTDuring our first break, the first thing that came to my mind was to rejoin my usual clique. I went to my locker first to return my things and eventually walked towards the bench where we used to spend our break together and I instantly noticed I was the first one to show up. I sat at my usual spot and I thought I was just the early bird for the very first time. I waited for someone to show up and five minutes passed by so quickly but unfortunately no one’s planning to show up. There’s no Victoria, there’s no sign of Nicole, and most of all, there’s no appearance of Rachel.Where are these ladies? I thought, wondering about the girls’ whereabouts. This was the first time since I became part of their circle that they’re not showing up at our usual hanging spot. It’s weird that I was sitting very much alone and things became unbearably awkward that I was eventually forced to leav
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 22.7: Love and Predicament
AUGUSTI stood still at the farthest corner as I carefully observed the trio group of Rock, Mary and Gustav having their lunch at one of the benches. It was hard to think that I might have lost the connection that I’ve built with them during the first week of school and I’m all to blame for that loss. I was having this pinch of hesitation that they might not recognize, acknowledge or even remember me at all. It was such a short dilemma but I had to shake it all off of my shoulder because I don’t want to have my lunch alone when all eyes are on me. They all seemed to be having their lunch with such delight and it made my heart jump in pure joy. I don’t know why they have chosen to have their lunch here outside the school grounds instead of having it inside the cafeteria. Perhaps they have had enough of the business and the noise, or the constant separation of the cool kids and the invisible ones inside the cafeteria. Perha
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Dancing in his Storm Chapter 26.4: Out of the Closet
AUGUSTI was already growing impatiently excited for Monday to come so I’d have to see Ambrose again and it really came faster than I would’ve even realized. Ambrose and I just shared sweet and thoughtful messages to each other throughout the rest of the weekend and it was giving me everything that I wanted. I can’t stop thinking about him and just everything that happened right between us. I’m pretty much confident that Ambrose can’t stop thinking about me too. He was telling me everything that’s happening inside their house throughout the weekend and I’m not even asking for it. He told me that he had a deep heart to heart conversation with his father about a lot of things and that his dad finally began growing closer to him. I was so happy for him that he’s finally getting what he truly deserves in this timeline and I know he deserves a lot of good things and a classic redemption. I
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 26.3: Out of the Closet
AUGUST“I didn’t know you brought a friend of yours home?!” The older man wearing this fancy royal blue suit mouthed when I brought myself into the picture basically referring to my sudden appearance. He seemed quite startled to see me emerge from the stairs. Just as the man was startled, I was stunned as well the moment that I heard him speak. The tone of his voice sounded professional and commanding at the very same time and it reminded me of the school’s headmistress.“Oh, yeah.” Ambrose trailed and it was pretty obvious in his tone of voice that he was faltering as he turned his head to look at me. “His name’s August. He’s one of my teammates.” He introduced me and while he said my correct name, I was confused when he said I was one of his teammates.I know he used to play basketball and used to be the captain of the team but this exchange m
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 26.2: Out of the Closet
AUGUSTThe bright sunlight just pierced right through my eyes when I opened them the next morning. I was facing the window and Ambrose was hugging me from behind and just being the bigger spoon. It took some time for my eyes to adjust from the brightness of daylight but after I got the hang of it, I instantly moved my head and I accidentally hit my head on Ambrose’s chin. The collision was quite hard enough that it woke him up as well.“Hmmmm.” Ambrose groaned from the pain and had to pull one of his hand to adjust from it.“Sorry about that.” I spat out and the words came out pretty hoarsely.“Good morning,” He greeted me with his guttural morning voice as he rubbed both of his eyes to adjust from the brightness of the daylight.“How was your night, Ambrose?” I asked as I stared at his messy just woke up face. He still looked pretty hot
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 26.1: Out of the Closet
AUGUSTMy heart just melted like a butter dropped on a hot steaming pan. Hearing Ambrose spill some of the truth that has been bottled up inside of him was completely heart wrenching in the most pitiful way. I know that his mother hated him because he already told me that a few weeks ago, but the things that came out after that was really a twist that I wasn’t expecting at all. I’m still trying to let the things that I’ve heard from Ambrose sink inside of my head. It was hard to hear him spit the words out and I didn’t think it was this hard to let it settle down too.I have never met anyone from Ambrose’s family before. I only saw the few members on the painting but that painting was a decade old. Still, I was actually looking forward to seeing them in person. I have yet to meet his famous father who have donated a lot of things at this town. I have yet to meet his mother who hate
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 25.5: A Night to Remember
AMBROSEDid I hear August enunciate the words right? I asked myself. I’m pretty sure I heard him say the words perfectly clear. I’m not going to hide anything. I was truly astonished by this secret even though it’s really nothing to be astonished about. We are both dudes who likes each other and has kissed more times than I could even remember. How gay could that possibly be?I was dead ass correct when I felt like August was about to drop some sort of a bomb. He really did drop the secret bomb and suddenly this telling of secrets while turned against each other’s back felt beneficial for both of us. I have never realized that he was actually gay until now that he has spilled the truth. All this time I thought he was really this straight guy that willing to explore all of the possibilities of things and I was just the gay one who’s afraid to admit the reality of things.It w
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 25.4: A Night to Remember
AMBROSEAugust doesn’t seem to be quite impressed by my mediocre dancing skills and to be quite honest with myself, if I was watching that shit go down too, I’d be disappointed. With that being said, I felt alright and I’m pretty much certain that he was entertained. And I’m entertained too. The smile on his face was just something that I’m gunning to see and I made him smile. I’m sure he’s feeling some type of way after just breaking up with his girlfriend a while ago.“What are you doing?” I deliberately asked the moment I noticed he was watching something on his phone. I leaned my head a bit towards him to get a sneak peek of what he was watching and it was just a video of some recognizable people from school at a random house party. “Where is that?” I followed up and casually snaked my arms around his shoulder. I’m becoming more and mor
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 25.3: A Night to Remember
AMBROSEThe night was pretty much moving slowly but it was everything that I wanted. I checked the clock hanging on the wall and it’s just nine pm. For a normal night, nine pm seemed like the right time to head to bed but for a Friday night, nine pm was agreeably too early.I was a bit shocked that the night’s still very much young. I’m not rushing or anything but then I realized maybe fate was making this moment just for me and August. Maybe fate wanted us to have more time to hang out and be with each other to compensate for the time that we had lost. Part of that was because I chose to ignore August for the entire week and if I had chosen to reply or even answer his calls then things would’ve been different. We haven’t seen each other this whole week and I don’t even want to admit it but I really do miss him in so many levels. I missed his smile that seemed to bring tranqu
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 25.2: A Night to Remember
AMBROSEI was instantly engulfed with the feeling of guilt and regret. I didn’t mean to shove August like that. I swear to whoever’s watching over us above the clouds. I might be the most violent person in this building but I’m pretty much honest that I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’t even think I put force into that. I completely thought I was just trying to keep him at bay from his attempt at preventing me from drinking the full glass of whiskey. It was never in my intention to hurt him. I had already reached the point where I was about to punch the wall brought about by the anger that I have for myself. And then it turns out that August was just playing with me. He was laughing hysterically that I was just confused at first. He was in pain, writhing like I’ve wrestled him hard on the ground. I saw it in his face that he was really feeling the agony from the supposed impact.
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 25.1: A Night to Remember
AMBROSEI have never imagined the day that I would hang out like this with August ever again. The last time August was here felt so much like a century ago. At least that’s all because I’m too distracted this past week that thinking about him was totally lost in the equation. I was on the verge of believing that I’ll never survive this hell of a week but here I am pouring whiskey on my glass with August sitting at the far corner of the couch.Things just went fast in a matter of hours that I’m still thinking about what happened back at the river. I had an extremely rough week that I just went to find solace at my favorite spot at the river not knowing that someone’s going to show up uninvited. I had never ever expected that August would show up at the river right at the moment where I didn’t know I needed his presence. I may have acted violent a few hours ago and that’s
