COLE’S TESTIMONY – ONE
People say the Mark is what causes the change. Once the brand is in your blood, you’re screwed hard and begging for more. Sure, the Mark will release all of your hidden ambitions, raw passions, and darker thoughts, but I personally believe that even without it’s presence we are still capable of the evils we commit while ‘under it’s influence’.
I’ll start from where I first received mine, because anything about my life prior to that moment is nothing but a sad memory of the good person I used to be. Besides, my life was so dull up until then. I was a senior in high school, captain of the male gymnastics team, cheer squad, and boy’s golf team. I know, what a combo for a young, attractive, guy like myself right? The jokes were endless. Golf was respectable; the gymnastics team was done outside of school so nobody outside of my close buddies knew about it, but it was at least considered ‘cool’; cheerleading got me the occasional ‘gay’ comment from the troublemakers, but for the most part I was well liked. Besides, the only reason I was captain of the cheer squad was because I’d been on it the longest. Of course I’m nothing more than the mascot, but that doesn’t change the fact that I had ‘years of experience’.
My point is, I kind of had it made. School was easy for me because I was liked well enough to not be picked on, but not popular enough to be overwhelmed. I also was up to my ears in cute girls, which is never something to complain about. Good grades, good family, what did I have to feel bad about? If the answer you came up with was nothing, then you would be correct. Yeah, I was one of those happy go lucky kids who pooped rainbows and sunshine. Gross, I know. The only weakness I had was Ami.
She knew all of my buttons: the ones which made me angry; made me happy, made me putty in her hands, and made me her slave.
She leaned up to kiss me again, and shifted her hips so they came in contact with mine. Pushing the putty button, almost at the point of slave. All she had to do was start…okay, she started to mack on my ears. Now I was in slave mode. Just as I was about to start pulling off her shirt and maybe get to second base for a change, she pulls away from me.
“It’s still not time.” She said and starts to straighten her strawberry blonde hair. It’s all frizzy and disheveled. Oops?
I sighed, lay back down, and never took my eyes off of her. I’m pretty sure she did this to tease me. I think she enjoyed getting me worked up and then leaving me hanging, so to speak. At the time, I didn’t want to complain too much because the last thing I ever wanted to do was fight with her. We never fought, ever, not while we were together at least. I could wait. I’d been waiting for seventeen years, and I could wait longer until she felt ready enough to take the step with me.
“Soon.” She added. This was new. As she said it, she moved over my body, purposefully grinding into me just enough to get me excited again, and planted a kiss on my nose. “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a special date planned for us this weekend.”
“We don’t need a special date,” I insisted. Just going with the flow and being happy, in love, was more than fine with me. What did she think I was? A girl?
“I know you Cole. I know you have values. You wouldn’t want me to have less than a magical moment.” She countered and wagged her finger in front of my face. “This is our first time together. I think I deserve something wonderful.”
“Yes, of course, but-.”
“Hush. All you have to do is show up. I promise, you’ll be more than amazed.”
In retrospective, I wish I had paid better attention to her wording. I probably would have picked up on a lot more, and then I wouldn’t be here in prison.
