The Essex Affect
The Boy With a Past
I had been throwing up since last week. I had been to Taylor Jardine's party four weeks before hand, and I could faintly remember what I had done at the party that could even begin to trigger my sickness. I had had a few joints at the party, a shit ton of booze, and I think I even took a line of cocaine? But, for some reason, that wasn't the reasoning behind my vomiting, and I knew that for a fact.
I remember who has taken me up to Taylor's parents' bedroom that night, them repeating to me, "Come on, Lex. Let's go to Wonderland together." I couldn't remember me just giggling like an idiot and agreeing to whatever they said. I remember dropping onto the bed like a ton of bricks, vision hazy, and watching as the person above me began to kiss my lips. I kissed back as roughly as they kissed first. I remember me telling them,
"Touch me. I won't bite." I remember when my pants and boxers were off, the person put their mouth around me and gave me a blowjob that, in my drunken state, was a blowjob that would go down in history. I remember that I came not even minutes into the oral session, and without warning, I felt the person enter my entrance with my saliva serving as some sort of pathetic lube.
I remember moaning out their name, but for the life of me, I can't think of their name. The name that was so familiar on the tongue, a name that I always wished I could moan, a name... a name that could only belong to my biggest crush in high school: Oliver Sykes. "Oli! Oli! Fuck!" I would moan. Profanity, slurs, drunken giggles that were totally unnecessary.
The last thing I remember was when he and I came, I felt the cum enter me and nothing made of latex. I remember him leaning down to my ear and whispering, "All done, baby." and leaving the room. I whispered out something I don't even remember, and I passed out from the intensity of the booze and drug mixture.
That moment, right above, was the reason I was sick. No condom, cum inside of me, and me.. well, me being unable to tell left from right. Now, I stood in the middle of my bedroom's bathroom with a stick in my hand that would change my life forever. I was shaking as my eyes fixated on the words "PREGNANT" that flashed on the tiny screen of the pregnancy test. I gulped. I knew who the father was, I knew what my destiny was from now on, and I knew what my life was going to become. My roller coaster was secure on its tracks, and it was beginning to go up that hill of climax.
I didn't tell mum or dad. I didn't even tell Oliver yet. Instead, I walked into Tom's room. He ran to my aid the minute he saw tears down my cheeks. I remember him saying, "Bro, what's wrong?" And, all I could mutter was a,
"I'm sorry" before showing him the positive test. He looked down at the test and back at me, sighing. Him, silent as well, hugged me tightly. I wept in his arms , scared to fucking death. When I let go, he looked at me and whispered,
"You need to tell him, Lex. Tell the father he's going to be a father; it's the best thing you can do." I nodded. I couldn't agree more; the father deserved to know -- Oli deserved to know. With that, I left the room and leaned against the hallway wall. Picking up my phone, I dialed Oli's number. It only took a few rings before Oli picked up.
"Ello?" he greeted. I scratched the back of my neck before replying.
"Hey, Oliver. It's, um, Alex. Alex Gaskarth?"
"Lex! Man, how're you? We haven't spoken since the party!"
"Yeah, I know. But, um, I called because I have some news for you."
"What's that?" My throat grew dry, and my eyes were drenched in tears. My stomach was clenched in tight knots. Taking in a deep breath, I blurted out the news as bluntly as I could.
"Oliver, I'm pregnant, and you're the father." I could only hear the crackling air of Oliver's home on the other side of the phone. He spoke nothing, and that was making my queasiness worsen.
"I-I beg your pardon?" Oliver stammered.
"You heard me, Oli..." I sighed.
"Oh, um, well... congrats?" His words confused me.
"Aren't you going to help, Oliver? I mean, I am having your child." I heard a loud breath emit through the other end of the phone.
"Alex, I... I don't like you the way you think I do. And, well, I don't really want to help. I am not a father figure, and honestly, I never asked for this to happen. So, no, bro. I can't help you on this one."
"I didn't ask for this either, Oli! You're the one who fucked me without a condom; you should fucking help me out whether you like me or not!" I defended harshly. Oliver didn't care, for he just gave me a short 'goodbye, Lex' and hung up the phone. Instantly, I let out a loud shout, and I threw my phone against the wall. The hit's impact was enough to crack my phone all to hell.
And, that was when I began my lone walk down the road of Fatherhood.
I remember who has taken me up to Taylor's parents' bedroom that night, them repeating to me, "Come on, Lex. Let's go to Wonderland together." I couldn't remember me just giggling like an idiot and agreeing to whatever they said. I remember dropping onto the bed like a ton of bricks, vision hazy, and watching as the person above me began to kiss my lips. I kissed back as roughly as they kissed first. I remember me telling them,
"Touch me. I won't bite." I remember when my pants and boxers were off, the person put their mouth around me and gave me a blowjob that, in my drunken state, was a blowjob that would go down in history. I remember that I came not even minutes into the oral session, and without warning, I felt the person enter my entrance with my saliva serving as some sort of pathetic lube.
I remember moaning out their name, but for the life of me, I can't think of their name. The name that was so familiar on the tongue, a name that I always wished I could moan, a name... a name that could only belong to my biggest crush in high school: Oliver Sykes. "Oli! Oli! Fuck!" I would moan. Profanity, slurs, drunken giggles that were totally unnecessary.
The last thing I remember was when he and I came, I felt the cum enter me and nothing made of latex. I remember him leaning down to my ear and whispering, "All done, baby." and leaving the room. I whispered out something I don't even remember, and I passed out from the intensity of the booze and drug mixture.
That moment, right above, was the reason I was sick. No condom, cum inside of me, and me.. well, me being unable to tell left from right. Now, I stood in the middle of my bedroom's bathroom with a stick in my hand that would change my life forever. I was shaking as my eyes fixated on the words "PREGNANT" that flashed on the tiny screen of the pregnancy test. I gulped. I knew who the father was, I knew what my destiny was from now on, and I knew what my life was going to become. My roller coaster was secure on its tracks, and it was beginning to go up that hill of climax.
I didn't tell mum or dad. I didn't even tell Oliver yet. Instead, I walked into Tom's room. He ran to my aid the minute he saw tears down my cheeks. I remember him saying, "Bro, what's wrong?" And, all I could mutter was a,
"I'm sorry" before showing him the positive test. He looked down at the test and back at me, sighing. Him, silent as well, hugged me tightly. I wept in his arms , scared to fucking death. When I let go, he looked at me and whispered,
"You need to tell him, Lex. Tell the father he's going to be a father; it's the best thing you can do." I nodded. I couldn't agree more; the father deserved to know -- Oli deserved to know. With that, I left the room and leaned against the hallway wall. Picking up my phone, I dialed Oli's number. It only took a few rings before Oli picked up.
"Ello?" he greeted. I scratched the back of my neck before replying.
"Hey, Oliver. It's, um, Alex. Alex Gaskarth?"
"Lex! Man, how're you? We haven't spoken since the party!"
"Yeah, I know. But, um, I called because I have some news for you."
"What's that?" My throat grew dry, and my eyes were drenched in tears. My stomach was clenched in tight knots. Taking in a deep breath, I blurted out the news as bluntly as I could.
"Oliver, I'm pregnant, and you're the father." I could only hear the crackling air of Oliver's home on the other side of the phone. He spoke nothing, and that was making my queasiness worsen.
"I-I beg your pardon?" Oliver stammered.
"You heard me, Oli..." I sighed.
"Oh, um, well... congrats?" His words confused me.
"Aren't you going to help, Oliver? I mean, I am having your child." I heard a loud breath emit through the other end of the phone.
"Alex, I... I don't like you the way you think I do. And, well, I don't really want to help. I am not a father figure, and honestly, I never asked for this to happen. So, no, bro. I can't help you on this one."
"I didn't ask for this either, Oli! You're the one who fucked me without a condom; you should fucking help me out whether you like me or not!" I defended harshly. Oliver didn't care, for he just gave me a short 'goodbye, Lex' and hung up the phone. Instantly, I let out a loud shout, and I threw my phone against the wall. The hit's impact was enough to crack my phone all to hell.
And, that was when I began my lone walk down the road of Fatherhood.
Notes
hey, cuties! this is a little filler/flashback chapter until i feel up to making a new, longer chapter.
i donated blood today at my school's blood drive, so my body is kinda tired from the blood loss. i hope you guys enjoy this though :)
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5/19/16