The Brokenhearted Necklace: That Which Was Lost series - Vol.1 (revised edition)

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The Brokenhearted Necklace: That Which Was Lost series - Vol.1 (revised edition)

Status: In Progress

The Brokenhearted Necklace: That Which Was Lost series - Vol.1 (revised edition)

Book by: AMS1971

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Book by: AMS1971

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

Haunted by a disturbing memory of brutal intolerance, Lonny struggles to deal with being the only gay kid in his school as he suffers daily from the ridicule and taunts of Quarterback Jack Flemming and his group. Condemned even by his own father, Lonny feels alone and cut off, his only solace in the brokenhearted necklace he wears that carries with it the reminder that things could be so much worse. In an unexpected turn of events, Lonny suddenly finds love and acceptance in the new kid, Paul, who seems to appear out of nowhere and gives him a purpose and a place in this life.

NOTE: This is the very first "gay romance" that I ever wrote. This is a revised version of the original novella. These were the first 'gay' boys who stole my heart :) and continue to be extra-special to me. This story is dedicated to BooksieSilk member "pDaisy" whose short story trilogy "Finding Charlie / The Death of Joseph Sterling / A Favor For God" opened my eyes to the beauty of this amazing love. This story was his challenge to me to write something I had never touched on before - and I fell in love with the 'gay boys' and never looked back :) Thank you, Pink, for your gift to me, your friendship, and for showing me how fun it is to have a gay guy for a friend (I've never scoped out guys with another guy before ;) haha - very cool! )

Hope you will all fall in love with these boys as I did right from the start :)

BTW - these are the boys from my short story "Too Cute" - if you haven't read it yet, please read this first. If you have read it, please don't give anything away, thanks ;)

Summary

Haunted by a disturbing memory of brutal intolerance, Lonny struggles to deal with being the only gay kid in his school as he suffers daily from the ridicule and taunts of Quarterback Jack Flemming and his group. Condemned even by his own father, Lonny feels alone and cut off, his only solace in the brokenhearted necklace he wears that carries with it the reminder that things could be so much worse. In an unexpected turn of events, Lonny suddenly finds love and acceptance in the new kid, Paul, who seems to appear out of nowhere and gives him a purpose and a place in this life.

NOTE: This is the very first "gay romance" that I ever wrote. This is a revised version of the original novella. These were the first 'gay' boys who stole my heart :) and continue to be extra-special to me. This story is dedicated to BooksieSilk member "pDaisy" whose short story trilogy "Finding Charlie / The Death of Joseph Sterling / A Favor For God" opened my eyes to the beauty of this amazing love. This story was his challenge to me to write something I had never touched on before - and I fell in love with the 'gay boys' and never looked back :) Thank you, Pink, for your gift to me, your friendship, and for showing me how fun it is to have a gay guy for a friend (I've never scoped out guys with another guy before ;) haha - very cool! )

Hope you will all fall in love with these boys as I did right from the start :)

BTW - these are the boys from my short story "Too Cute" - if you haven't read it yet, please read this first. If you have read it, please don't give anything away, thanks ;)

Chapter69 (v.1) - "The Devil's Advocate"

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Submitted: April 26, 2017

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“I want to blame it all on her.” Travis rested his head against the passenger door window. “Say it was her fault…she seduced me and used me, played on my emotions…” his eyes swam. “…that she made me stab my best friend in the back.” His breath shuddered. “And maybe…maybe she did do some of those things, but…” he ducked his head as a quiet sob broke in his throat. “But I made the final decision to betray him. And I…I don’t even fucking know why?” He hugged his stomach and choked on another sob. “What the fuck is wrong with me, dad?”

The car sat in the parking lot of the fast-food restaurant, Travis’ burger and fries cooling on the console between the seats, untouched. His dad reached over and gently cupped the back of his neck. “Nothing is wrong with you, son. You’re human. And believe it or not, human beings are far from perfect. We all do things that we look back on and wonder what the hell we were thinking at the time.”

Travis shook his head slowly. “But this wasn’t just some stupid stunt,” he whispered. “I betrayed his trust. Yesterday…” he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out more tears. “He said that I was the one person he trusted most, that I…I always had his back, no matter what.” His arms tightened around his body. “He said there was no one more important to him…than me.” He shook with sobs. “I want to go back, Dad,” he cried. “All the way back and…and tell Ashley to go fuck herself. Why did I listen to her, dad? Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Son…” Tom drew Travis to him and hugged him. “It’s a lot easier than you might think…for a man to lose his way. And it doesn’t help when you have the devil’s advocate whispering in your ear, rationalizing what you would otherwise recognize as irrational.” He pressed his lips to Travis’ hair as the young man trembled with the sorrow of his mistakes. “The Bible says that evil communications corrupt good manners.”

Travis swallowed thickly. “I was going to tell him, dad,” he whispered. “I was going to tell him today. I didn’t want him to hear it from her. I knew…I knew she would take it and make it even worse…just to hurt him more.” He pressed his brow to his dad’s shoulder. “I should’ve told him sooner. Why didn’t I just tell him?”

“That’s the easiest question to answer,” Tom murmured. “Jack was no longer just your best friend, but the boy you were falling in love with. You knew what it would do to him…and what he would do.” His dad held him tighter. “Son, it’s a rare occasion when any of us do what we should do, when we should do it. Nothing stays our hand quicker than the fear of losing the one we love.”

“But I still lost him.” Travis clung to his dad. “I’m so scared I’ll never see him again, dad. What if he never comes back? What if I…I never get a chance to tell him I’m sorry?” His chest knotted, laboring his breath. “She took that away from me. I hate her, dad. I fucking hate her. She hurts everyone, and she just gets to fucking walk away untouched.” His jaw clenched as anger surged through the pain. “It isn’t fucking fair!”

 

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Ms. Winters. What the fuck was she doing down here at his office? He’d told her to never come here.

“Fuck,” he hissed then told Celia, “Send her in.”

Despite his fury at the girl, Gregory’s cock thumped at the sight of her when she came through the office door, slender hips swaying and a burning heat in her eyes that inspired an instant raging hard-on. He walked over—a bit stiffly—and closed the door behind her. He watched her ass rock smoothly back and forth as she went to his desk. What was it about this girl that made him want to forget everything except sex?

“What’re you doing here, Ashley.” He remained standing at the door.

She turned around and slid up onto his desk, crossing her legs seductively. “It’s a fantasy of mine to fuck you on your desk.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Gregory moved away from the door. “I told you not to come down here.”

Her sultry eyes trailed down to his crotch. “But you are glad to see me.”

There was no denying the bulge in his pants. “Parts of me,” he admitted. “But you can’t be here. And we sure as shit can’t fuck here in my office.”

She slowly rotated one high heel and gazed at him with cool eyes. “Bet you’ve fucked your secretary in here…” she patted the desktop and leaned back on her arms, causing her tits to swell out against her thin blouse. “…on this desk.” Her legs uncrossed and spread open. She smiled darkly and beckoned to him with one finger.

“Ashley…” His balls ached, and dick strained his zipper. His encounter with Jack that morning had left lingering adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the truth was, he did want to fuck her—right here, right now—as insane and politically suicidal as it was. “We can’t.” Clearly, his upper brain wasn’t currently in control as his feet carried him to her and he rubbed his hands up her supple thighs, beneath the hem of her skirt. She was so fucking young and fresh. And willing.

Ashley cupped his crotch and massaged. “We’ll be quiet,” she whispered.

Gregory groaned, his breath quickening. “Ash,” he shuddered. “As good as that sounds, it’s too risky.”

“But not too risky for you and little miss bitch out there?”

Yeah, he’d tapped Celia, too. A lot. But getting caught screwing his twenty-five-year-old secretary wasn’t nearly as scandalous as fucking a seventeen-year-old. “I admit, I’ve had her,” he said. “But she isn’t jailbait.” He slipped one hand between her thighs and found her panty-less—and dripping wet. “When I get home…” He teased her with his fingertips. “We can fuck anywhere you want in the house.”

“Mmm…” she whimpered and tried push against his fingers. “Oh, Gregory…why not now?”

Sweat began to bead his skin beneath his suit. “I’ll be home early. Be ready for me.”

Ashley exhaled deeply and propped up on her elbows. “I won’t be there.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving town.” She sat forward and smoothed her skirt down her thighs. “I was kind of hoping for one last hard fuck, but oh well.”

Gregory frowned. “What do you mean you’re leaving? Why?”

“I have my reasons.” She stood up and hooked her fingers in the waist of his pants. “And you’re going to help me get out of this godforsaken town.”

“Help you how?”

She smiled. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind…funding my escape.” Her brow pinched thoughtfully. “Say…ten thousand dollars to get me set up in a nice apartment in the city.”

Gregory stared at her; had she lost her mind? He tugged her fingers loose from his pants and stepped back. “You’re a minor, Ashley. It’s bad enough I’m fucking you. I can’t aid you in running away as well.”

“I’ll be eighteen in three months,” she reminded. “I’m not a fucking child. And you are going to help me get out of town.”

“How do you figure?” His voice lowered and took on an edge.

A smug look crept into her cool eyes. “Let’s just say, if you refuse…I wouldn’t worry about wasting money on a re-election campaign. Something tells me the good citizens of this town might frown on a candidate who fucks underage girls and beats their kid.”

Gregory looked at her, unfazed by her threats. He smiled, then chuckled. “Really, Ash? You’re honestly trying to blackmail me? Was that your plan all along? Trick me into thinking you were eighteen then trapping me with that hot little pussy of yours?”

The smugness drained from her face, and her eyes hardened. “I’m not bluffing, Councilman. Trust me, I have no qualms exposing your dirty little secrets.” She stepped toward him. “You see, I’m the victim here. Just an unsuspecting young girl taken advantage of by an older, experienced man who played on my innocence and emotions.”

“Innocence?” Gregory raised an eyebrow; that was rich. “In case you’re not aware of it, you have a reputation for being a slutty bitch. And after your little stunt at school yesterday, any credibility you may have retained—is now history.” He sighed and walked to the door. “It’s your word against mine, Ashley. And I have been damn careful preserving my credibility.” He held up a finger before she could protest. “And if you think Jack will back you up, think again. He knows better than to cross me.” He smiled coolly. “There’s a huge difference between boys and men, Ash. You might be a master of manipulation with the school boys, but you are not ready for the world of men.” He looked her over. “Other than serving up your pussy.” He gripped the doorknob. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m kind of busy.” His lips quirked. “I have an election to win.”

Ashley didn’t budge, a disturbing calmness in her eyes. He had just foiled her plan, belittled her as an immature little girl trying to play with the big boys, and implied that her pussy was the only thing of worth to a grown man. As a result, he had expected a pissed off teenager. Even figured she might stomp out of his office in a huff, humiliated in her defeat.

She just stared at him; unperturbed.

Uncertainty needled Gregory; why the fuck wasn’t she irate?

“You really think I’m just a dumb little girl, don’t you?” Her tone was neutral, controlled. A smile skipped across her lips and faded before it reached her eyes. “That’s what makes you men so much easier to manipulate. Boys are foolish enough to still think they are a match for me, so they actually give me a little trouble at times before I get them in line. But men…” her eyes squinted impishly. “…they think they’re too smart for little girl games. They underestimate the girl and, thus, drop their guard. Which, of course, is what smart bitches like me are counting on.”

Her confidence put him on edge—and that pissed him off. He held his temper in check and waited for her to reveal her hand.

 

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Did he really think she was so stupid as to come in there and execute her plan without leverage? Men truly were idiots. Why they considered themselves the dominant sex, Ashely would never understand. But their certainty that they were, indeed, superior simply showed their lack of superiority and afforded the woman the upper hand.

Gregory Flemming watched her warily, and she liked that; he saw himself as the prey, and her the predator. Which was correct. A moment ago, he’d thought he was the “hunter”. Not anymore.

“What’s your game here, Ashley?” Gregory showed no visible signs of weakness, but the uncertainty in his eyes was slowly morphing into dread; he knew she had something with which to bargain. Or rather—blackmail.

“This isn’t a game show, Gregory,” she said. “I’d call it more of a reality show. And the reality is…you do what I say, or you’re fucked.” She smiled. “Of course, I don’t expect you to just surrender without any evidence.”

“Evidence?” Gregory stiffened. “Evidence of what?”

Ashley’s smile stretched, and she opened her purse, taking out a seven inch mini-iPad; her spare. She opened a video file and tapped the play button, then held it up for Gregory to see. His frown pinched harder as he watched the scene in his kitchen in which he beat the shit out of Jack.

His chest heaved. “You recorded that?”

“Obviously,” she replied and waved the device.

Gregory’s face twitched. “Is that it? The evidence you’re going to use to blackmail me out of ten thousand dollars?”

“I don’t just film violent movies,” she murmured and brought up a second file then turned the iPad his way a second time. “I also shoot porn.”

 

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Patrick Winters parked outside the City Council office building. He didn’t exit the car right away as he took a moment to imagine what his and Rene’s life would have been like had they never signed on to be Ashley’s godparents. Would it have really made any difference where she’d ended up? Or with what family? If Rene’s diagnosis were right, then the circumstances of Ashley’s life wouldn’t have really mattered. But their life, had she not come to live with them? Patrick felt a stab of guilt; she was their daughter. Maybe not by blood, but they had raised her for practically her whole life.

She lived with you. You provided her needs. Even tried to love her. But she was never really your daughter, and you know this. Rene knows it. She has always been a stranger in your lives. Taking her into your home was a mistake.

Patrick blinked, his hands resting on the top of the steering wheel. Such thoughts made him feel like a horrible father—mostly because he believed the truth in them. He and Rene could’ve had a real family by now. Normal children with normal problems that could be worked out with a little love and understanding. Ashley had brought nothing but stress and heartache upon them.

He closed his eyes and reached for one memory—just one—in which Ashley had offered and accepted love; there were none. Even as a small child she had remained detached. Patrick recalled watching a horror movie once in which the children were replaced by changelings. He remembered thinking—for just one moment—that that’s what Ashley reminded him of; the appearance of a child, yet cold and dark within. The guilt of such a thought had cut him to the core, and he’d banished it from his mind. But how far off had he been? Of course, she wasn’t a creature—as in the movie—but neither had she seemed to possess the innocence of a child, either.

Laying his head back on the seat, his eyes remained closed as he whispered yet another prayer for guidance and perseverance and understanding. How many had he sent up since taking Ashley into his care? He couldn’t count that high.

When he raised his head and opened his eyes, tears dampened his lashes. I don’t know how much more we can take, he thought wearily as he climbed out of his car, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, slowly crushing him.

 

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You fucking bitch. Gregory’s chest squeezed as his rage mounted. On the device display, he watched himself bending Ashley over the desk in his study and fucking her wildly. His breath surged as his eyes shifted to Ashley’s face; the smugness had returned.

“You recorded us fucking?” he hissed.

“Just wanted to preserve our special memories.”

Gregory stepped toward her, looming, eyes burning. “Don’t fuck with me, Ashley. I guarantee—you won’t like the outcome.”

Leaning closer, she murmured, “You’re just blowing steam, Gregory. You know I have you by the balls. And there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it. You give me my money and a little supplementation for, say, the next year…and we’ll cancel the movie premiere.” She continued to hold the iPad up for his viewing pleasure. “Do we have an understanding-”

The iPad went flying, slapped from her hand. “You cunt.” Gregory grabbed a fist of her hair and wrenched her head back. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Her lips tightened, and face strained, eyes cold as ice. “All I have to do is scream,” she whispered. “And your life will end.”

“If you think for one fucking second that I’m going to let you walk out of here with those videos—you are fucked in the head.”

The corner of her mouth jerked. “And if you think these are my only copies, then you, Councilman, are fucked in the head.” Her breath puffed forcefully through her nostrils. “Give me my money before I get pissed and start selling copies of your movie on the street.”

Bitch!” his temper exploded, and he grabbed her throat, driving her back. She gasped sharply as he slammed her down on the desk, squeezing harder. “I swear to God, you fucking whore, I should kill you.”

She clawed his hand as her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.

“Now you listen to me, you little bitch. You will destroy every fucking copy of both videos, or I will make your life a living hell. And don’t think I can’t.” He tightened his grip a fraction for emphasis. “Do we have an understanding?”

Ashley gagged and tried to cough, and nodded as tears filled her eyes. Still, he saw no genuine fear and that fueled his temper, urging him to keep squeezing until she was fucking terrified of him. He released her an instant later before he gave in to the burning desire to end her miserable life. He straightened up and stepped back, smoothing out his suit.

Curling forward, Ashley coughed and massaged her reddened throat, tears streaking her face. Not actual emotional tears, Gregory deduced, but reactive tears brought on from being choked. He wasn’t certain she was capable of emotion.

“Now,” Gregory said, his temper simmering just below the surface of a very precarious calm exterior. “Since I assume the copies of the videos are digital and likely saved online, you are going to get on my computer right now and delete them all. And if any more show up after today, you will be fucking sorry.” He motioned toward the laptop on his desk. “Now hop to it, little girl.”

Ashley cleared her throat and glared at him. If looks could kill. She stood up. “I forgot to mention one thing.” Her voice rasped, and she continued to massage her throat.

Gregory narrowed his eyes. “What?”

“I gave a copy to a friend,” Ashley smiled dryly. “If I don’t show up at her house in half an hour, she’s going to release it to the news media as well as splash it all over the social media sites.” Her eyes squinted triumphantly. “Checkmate, Mr. Councilman.”

Turning away slowly, Gregory stared at the door as his temper flared red hot. Get a grip! But it was too late. “You fucking cunt!” He whipped around in a blind rage and slapped her hard across the face. She spun away awkwardly with a sharp cry that abruptly silenced as her head cracked the sharp corner of his desk and she fell to the carpet in a motionless heap.

Fear seized him, extinguishing his rage. “Ashley…” She didn’t move. Oh fuck…fuck! His mind locked up and froze him in place as he stared in mounting horror at the still body of the teenage girl.

The office door opened quickly. “Councilman, are you all right-” Celia stopped short and gasped sharply when her eyes fell across Ashley. “What…what happened?”

“What is it…” Patrick Winters appeared in the doorway and instantly went still. “What the fuck?” he breathed and rushed into the room, dropping to one knee beside his daughter. He searched for a pulse and Gregory clung to the tiny shred of hope that he would find one. The paleness that crept into the attorney’s face indicated otherwise. He rose slowly to his feet and looked at Gregory, his words directed at the stricken secretary. “Call the police.”

Gregory blinked and turned blank eyes on Celia. “No…”

“Do it,” Winters ordered the young woman then stepped over to Gregory, eyes of steel boring into the councilman. “Your life…is over.”

 


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