Dark Passenger

I’m Damien Hill, a 25 year old college student. I pretty much try to maintain control of every aspect of my life. Every single solitary detail. I can't be left unsure of what’s going on. I did that before and it left me confused, scared, and alone. I wasted my time writing love songs, thinking that life was one big fairy tale, hoping to find prince charming.

I thought I had met him in Florida attending college, but he didn't love me. He couldn’t have loved me. If he had, he wouldn't have hurt me, and left me feeling like shit! I could give you the whole background story about how he screwed me over, cheated, and everything else under the sun, but I won’t. I'm not one of the lucky ones. I don't like to think about it. I don’t like to focus on the past but what if the past is my present, something I’m reminded of everyday.

We all are dealt a hand from God right? And this is the hand he dealt me, so what do I do? I deal with it as best as I can, even though my faith is broken and shattered into a million pieces. I will never be the same. I miss who I used to be. Carefree and vibrant, fun and loving. A young man with a sincere heart full of pure gold. Nowadays, I am all about school, work, and no room for games. "Fuck these niggas", that's my motto now. I'm all about the paper now! I’m only concerned with me, myself and I.

Oct 1st

The chills and cold sweat jolt me awake, it’s been happening every night, right at 12am. I look over on the left side of the bed expecting to see him, to smell his scent, to wait for him to say, “Bae lay back down”, but not anymore, not this time. I can still hear his voice in my head as if he were beside me. I couldn't go back to sleep that night. I roll over again and it's already nine in the morning and it was time for class.

Of course I slow dragged while getting myself together and I was extremely late to my lecture class about societal views on blah blah and more blah. Gay rights, White Supremacy, you name it. Long story short, I feel our society still has a lot of learning and growing to do and this class is a bunch of bullshit.

I walked into lecture class trying to remain incognito but of course that did not happen.

"Mr. Hill, I'm glad you decided to join us, your partner is sitting right next to you, he will fill you in on the group assignment," said Professor Maxwell.

I look to my right and there he was. The most conceited gay boy in the whole entire college. It was mother-fucking Christopher Brown. His big know it all attitude always irritated the hell out of me. Here he goes, smiling and winking at me. I straight faced his ass and looked down at my notes. This is going to be a long semester.

After class I proceeded to walk out. I had nothing to say to Christopher, I just wanted to get to my next course on time.

"Slow down shawty, don't you want me to fill you in on our project," said Christopher.

"Not really,” I replied.

"Oh so it's true what they say, you really are a bitch," Christopher uttered.

I was definitely not expecting him to say that. It made me giggle. "Listen Christopher, Chris baby, Chrissy girl, meet me at Starbucks on campus at 5pm and we can go over everything."

"Fine and I'm not a girl," Christopher proclaimed as he walked off.

It was 5:30pm and Christopher was late. It had been a long day of classes and I wanted to head back to my apartment and rest. Christopher was 6'2" dark chocolate, with a bomb ass body, tattoos with dark brown eyes and silky jet black hair shaped into a Mohawk. He was extremely attractive, but none of those things mattered to me anymore. I’m over that he look good and he has a nice body phase. I'm only interested in my studies, point blank period. Christopher’s looks will get him nowhere with me. Plus I heard rumors of his running through boys at the College.

Here comes his dumb ass now I thought to myself.

"Sorry I'm late, I picked us up some snacks, Twizzlers, Snickers, Reese cups. It's a peace treaty for earlier, I didn't mean the whole bitch comment," said Christopher.

I grabbed the Twizzlers. "It's all good, plus Twizzlers are my favorite."

We started to go over the project and to my surprise he's a very smart guy. We stayed there for about 2 hours discussing different ideas and our dislike of Professor Maxwell. Time just seemed to breeze by. Shockingly, I actually enjoyed his conversation.

"Next week your spot Saturday night, just because I'm going to be extremely busy and Saturday night is when I am free,” said Christopher.

"I guess that'll be fine." I replied hesitantly

"Cool,” Christopher said, with a warm friendly smile.

I didn't know why he wanted to meet at my apartment but whatever. The sooner we get this done, the sooner he will be out of my hair.

Chapter Two “Christopher Brown’s Truth”

Saturday came around and Christopher showed up at my apartment with groceries. He had on black jogging pants, I couldn't help but to look down and sure enough my eyes landed right on his dick print. Bulging out, as if it were looking back at me. I started smiling, hoping he didn't catch me. I couldn’t help but to look at his bulge. I quickly snapped out of it before my mind started wondering.

"Someone's happy to see me" said Christopher with a big smile on his face.

He had on a tight white shirt, showcasing his chocolate arms. All I saw was muscles. Again, I had to snap myself out of daydreaming about his large arms around me.

I was so baffled as to why he had groceries in his hands. "What's all this"? I asked while pointing at the groceries "We can make spaghetti together and I brought you some Twizzlers," Christopher said with a big smile on his face.

“Well, I guess that’s fine” I said smiling back. I led Christopher to the kitchen and he began to cook. I assisted him, taking instructions and of course giving my opinions. I haven’t cooked with anyone since my ex, so this felt a little weird and I was enjoying this moment.

Christopher turned out to be an exceptional cook. I love a man that knows his way around the kitchen. Dinner was amazing, we laughed and enjoyed each other's conversation all night long. The wine he brought added a finishing touch, something I didn’t expect from him. We actually accomplished a lot, and come to find out we had more in common than I assumed.

After dinner, Christopher went to the bathroom, in search of medicine to feed his wine induced headache.

“My head hurts. Do you have any medicine?”

I quickly rushed him out the bathroom before he touched the medicine cabinet and found out my secret.