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touch, he reached
across and wiped the tears away, lifting up Josh's head to look into his
eyes. "I
do love you Josh," and he reached into his pants pocket, pulling out
a small square box.
“I was planning to give this to you earlier, but you should have
it now."
Josh took a deep breath, looking at the velvet covered little box.
He couldn't believe it. Gently, he reached out one trembling hand, to take
the box, to hold it in his hand, feeling it, afraid to open it.
He looked up again, into Darren's eyes. He saw the pain in there,
and wanted to reach out and wipe it away, but he had too much pain of his
own, and who would wipe that away? Would Darren? "I
can't open this, not yet, you want to hear the details and after you hear
them you may want this back, Darren."
Josh had tears running down his face; he was on the verge of crying
openly for the first time in almost 12 years. The last time he had cried
was when his real father had died. He took a deep breath, to calm himself
and stop the flow of tears. "I
hope you have more than two bottles of this brandy. It is going to be a
long night, at least if you really do want to hear my life's story." "I
do, and I don't expect I will ever want to take that box back, I just hope
you never want to give it back." "Here,
let me get some more brandy, I think we both could use a few drops
more."
He took Josh's glass and his and refilled them, and as he returned
to the sofa, to sit next to Josh, he knew that he was about to enter a
world he never knew, or bothered to know, and he was scared.
Josh took a long pull of brandy from his glass. He looked over to
Darren, sitting next to him, their knees touching. He could feel the
apprehension going through Darren's body, yet he felt the love there too;
he could tell that Darren was struggling deeply with this, and maybe, but
no, once he told his story he knew it would be time for him to move on, to
just go on. "I
don't know where to start, I mean you know about my wonderful life on the
farm, how the step dad thing went, so I guess there is no need to go
there, so where do I start, there is so much and yet really it is all
pretty much the same."
Josh leaned back into the sofa, his head against the
back and he closed his eyes. He travelled back in time, to that ride with
the truck driver that took him away from one nightmare into another.
The driver sat back up into his side of the truck. He was grinning
as he started the truck back up and got it rolling back onto the highway.
He didn't say anything and Josh was glad for that.
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