Likumbi

I saw Cyrus walk out the door, pick up a strong, sturdy metallic bar, and storm out. His body was covered in angry protruding veins. It was bad. It was very, very bad, and I had to do something.

My heart was racing and I was breathing so loudly that I could hear myself, but then I remembered my phone! I had to find my phone. I then looked for it. I did not care how tight the shackle thing gripping my foot was, and all I wanted was to find my phone and call for help. I knew that sneaky Cyrus had hid it somewhere.

While I was looking for my phone, I stumbled across a pile of old clothes, and amongst them was one of my hoodies, but how and when Cyrus had gotten them was the last thing on my mind.

I found my phone just beneath the hoodie. “Well Cyrus, you need to revaluate your hiding skills,” I mumbled to myself.

My phone was covered in dirt and grime. I wiped it out, and it was at 5%. I knew that I had to act fast or it would die on me. I then quickly texted Javier. “39 McLeod street, Help!” and just as I clicked send, Cyrus stormed into the room, angrier than ever.

“Now what!” Cyrus growled. “Are you going to call your little prince to come and save you? Not on my watch!” In a quick flash, he grabbed my phone and smashed it using his iron bar. “No one is coming to save you! Then the only way you’ll get out of here is if you agree to be my boyfriend again.”

“That will never happen!” I responded. “You’re sick, and you’re a … a … a … psycho!”

“Well, maybe I am,” Cyrus said. “We’ll see who will cry psycho when I kill your beloved Javier.”

Before I could respond, I heard a loud banging noise on the window. It was growing ever so loudly, and before we knew it, the window went flying with a crash and splat. I then saw Javier’s face, followed by Ken and Roxy. Javier then ran towards me, and we hugged long and tightly.

“Likumbi are you alright?” he asked as he freed me from Cyrus’ rope.

“I’m alright now that you’re here,” I responded, and when Javier cut the rope, it revealed a swollen ankle.

Before we could establish what was actually going on, Cyrus roared and began punching Javier at the back of his head. Javier, in a quick flash, turned and tackled him, and Cyrus lost coordination and staggered a little. Javier was about to hit him on the head and deliver the final blow, and that was when I stopped him. Cyrus then flopped to the ground, but I could not tell if he was dead.

Even though Cyrus had a loose screw up there, it would not have been right for us to leave him lying right there, so Javier helped me get up while Roxy looked for anything we could use to carry him in. After a few minutes, Roxy walked back in with a shopping cart.

“I pulled a few strings, and now I have this. Put him in boys,” Roxy said in her secret-agent voice, and we all laughed a little.

Ken and Javier plopped Cyrus into the shopping cart, and Roxy pushed the cart. We left him at the local hospital’s doorstep because Javier had seen the same thing done to someone in a movie, and Roxy was tired of pushing him around. We hid some distance away from the door and watched on as the guard saw the cart with Cyrus in it. We then assumed he was safe and left. It was the most we could do for him, considering what he had put us through.

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As we approached my place, Javier and I looked at the waning moon, then in each other’s eyes, and kissed. I could hear Roxy jumping up and down and squealing with joy.

“Can I sleep at your place tonight,” Javier asked.

“Can he sleep with us? Can he?” I asked with my little boy voice.

“Our mum and dad are on vacation, so we don’t see why he shouldn’t,” Roxy said.

In the house, we ate, showered, and changed into our PJs. Javier did not have his, so I lent him mine. The four of us watched episodes of Batman and Superman until we a felt sleepy. Ken and Roxy went to their rooms, while Javier and I shared our room.

We shared the same blanket and told each other how much we loved one another. I looked at his hard chest and began to feel it. He touched my hair and looked me in my eyes. Soon, one thing led to another, and we made out. We soon felt legit sleepy, and I fell asleep in his arms. Our make out session was going be our little secret. Not even Roxy would know.

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