Blind Stories: The First Touch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story that follows a blind boy. This is only one of multiple short stories as I will create a "series" of short stories -- just like I had done with "Lost In Frozen Tracks."

Blind Stories: The First Touch

"Don't touch me!" I hissed.

I was blind, and it was awful. My parents had me at the average level since I didn't "need extra help." Personally, I agreed. However, I was always alone. The darkness was full of emptiness, and I had no escape. My dad always told me about Marvel's Daredevil, a superhero who was technically blind.

"I don't take orders from you," my oppressor growled as he tightened his grip on my slim wrist.

While I was pulled along, my heart pattered against my chest like rain on a window. When I yanked on my arm, the boy pushed me. Before I could feel relief at the release of my wrist, I was pinned to a rough treetrunk. I swallowed hard, and I felt hot droplets on my cheeks. Why was I so sensitive?

"Scared?" The boy taunted.

How cruel could he be? I wiped my cheek as I struggled to find composure. With a few deep breaths, I found the patience to allow my sense to roam free. The single other heartbeat meant the boy and I were alone. The cooler temperature implied some shade overhead. Were we in the woods?

Suddenly, my head whipped to the side, and there was a sting along my jaw. A hand thrusted my skull back and bashed my skull into the treetrunk. Before I could recover, I was nailed with a hook. Again and again, my head lolled to the side after blow after blow. By the time my face was numb, my nose felt too stuffy. Without a passing second, I sneezed and a wordless yell echoed in the woods. Oops.

"You are disgusting!" The boy shouted.

Not a word left my lips after he kneed me in the side. I bent over a little after the impact. Arms wrapped around my head and pressed my face into a soft fabric, which I recognized as cotton. He continued to knee my abdomen, and I struggled to stand upright. With every body shot, my stomach grew queasier. A groan escaped me when his knee slipped between my own. I pushed the boy back, but I crumbled to my hands and knees immediately.

"Why are you so weak?" The boy spat, "It's pathetic. You can even fight back!"

"I'm blind, asshole," I muttered, "It's not like I can see what I'm doing."

He went silent after that. I held my side as I sat up and slouched. He really kicked my ass. Some leaves crunched while I relaxed. My deep breaths eased my stomach.

"Sorry, I didn't know that. My friends and I assumed you were just some creep."
"As long as you don't beat me up again."
"I'm really sorry about that. My name's Nicholas. What's yours?"
"Samuel."

For a second, it was quiet. I clenched my hands into fists. Silence was no different from the darkness my eyes caused. If anything, silence was worse.

"You're really blind?" Nicholas asked.

"Yeah."
"May I ask how it happened, or were you born blind?"
"I wasn't born blind, but I don't remember the accident too well."
"Do you remember what it's like to see?"
"No, I don't remember anything before the accident."

Once again, the forest was quiet. I sighed. The silence was bothersome for sound allowed me to forget my eyes. Nicholas didn't know that, and I didn't blame him. He didn't realize I was blind until I said it. Should I start wearing those sunglasses?

"Do you normally talk so little?" I asked.

"I take it you don't like the silent game, Sammie."
"It's my least favorite game, and don't call me Sammie."

Nicholas chuckled at that. His laughter was loud and rather comforting. I felt my lips curl into a smile. It was nice to smile for I couldn't remember my last grin. However, I froze when a rough hand cupped my left cheek. My eyelids closed, and my breathing quickened. My smile faded as fast as it came.

"You have a nice smile," Nicholas said low, his voice closer than before.

More leaves crunched, and his other arm wrapped aroud my back. A warm body slipped between my knees. This was such an uncomfortable situation. I rolled my lips into my mouth and raised my hands, which only found Nicholas's chest.

"What are you doing?"
"Relax, Sammie. This will feel nice."
"Please stop... I-I've never done this before."

He did the opposite of stop. My qualms vanished the moment his lips touched mine. Nicholas held my head in place, but he pressed himself against me. He pulled back a little, and a small pant escaped me before that gap between us disappeared again. A small moan made its way into the air after Nicholas pushed me into the tree, hard. Just like that, the gap was back.

"How was that?" The boy asked in a husky tone.

"You went from beating the shit out of me to kissing the shit out of me, and I can't complain," I huffed.

"I told you so, Sammie."
"Shut up and kiss me."

Without another word, he did exactly so, again and again. The idea was scary, but I didn't mind leaving the lonely darkness.

The End


Submitted: August 11, 2015

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