Killing Cruz

Chapter 3

I arrived at his house. Gunter is at the door waiting for me.
"Gunter, go inside! Get back in bed! You're sick! Your cold will get worse!" I shouted. I close the door and take him back to his bed.
"Two weeks?"
"Two weeks."
"Can you warm my bowl of soup for me? It's already in the microwave; you just have to warm it."
I leave the room and head to the kitchen where Cruz is waiting for me.
"That was a nice move, Carnell. Nice move. Finally standing up for yourself. My man grew some balls," he said with a smile.
"Thank you. I wanted to punch her in the face for a long time." Cruz wasn't the type to compliment me. He was a critic. For him to compliment me like that, he would have to be genuinely impressed. I warm the soup in the microwave while Cruz plays his harmonica. I take out the soup and we head straight to his room.
"The poor thing is fast asleep. Time to wake him up," he said enthusiastically.
He goes to his bed and violently shakes him awake.
"CRUZ!" he shouted. He stops.
"Umm...Here's your soup. Eat, you need strength," I said. He sat up, took his souo and started eating.
"So, now what?" asked Cruz. "I mean, now that you're suspended, are you going to spend more time with him if you know what I mean?"
"Excuse me, Gunter. I need to speak with Cruz in private."
He nods. I grab Cruz's arm and head to the kitchen. I give him the death stare.
"What is your problem?" He sounded annoyed.
"My problem is what you just said. The man is straight. "
"He's gay, just like you. The only difference is that you're a disaster."
He goes back to Gunter's room.

My deepest, darkest secret. I am a gay man. A disaster gay. No one at work knows. My family knows and they kicked me out five years ago. I studied online and worked as a bartender, trying to pay my fees. Gunter was there for me at my worst and vice versa. I fell in love with him when he offered me a place to stay while I completed my studies. He stayed in an apartment at the time, so we both had to pay rent. He was a volunteer at the animal shelter at the time. It was a rough few days when he came home, but it was smooth sailing the next week. Before he came home, he would take off his work clothes, leave it in the car and put other clothes on, that way I wouldn't be sneezing my ass off. Four years later, we graduated and went our separate ways, house-wise of course. We live three blocks and across the street from each other.

I went back to Gunter's room to find him asleep. Cruz looks at me.
"He's cute when he's sleeping." I blush.
"I'll be watching TV if you need me." He closes the door. He knew what he was doing. I kissed him on the forehead and he starts to wake up.
"Shhh," I said like a mother comforting her child. "Cruz kissed you on the forehead." Gunter turned to my direction.
"Why do you look like you want to get rid of him?"
"I want to kill him. I'm sick and tired of always suffering. No matter what I do, he's always around and I can never truly get any privacy," I whispered.
There are three ways of killing a demon. You can either kill yourself, sacrifice someone or something you love..." I started crying.
"I can't do that. How can I do that!" I interrupted.
Gunter continued,"Or you can go to the Bermuda Triangle and drown him there. Demons can't swim, remember." He was right. Demons can't swim. In Hell, there's no water. It's a place of suffering for mortals. Not even demons can enjoy it. They can only drink alcohol and blood. It's 6pm.
"

I have to go, Gunter. Please get some rest. If you need anything, give me a call." I walk out the room and head to the door.
"Come on, Cruz. We're going home. Gunter needs his rest." Cruz sighs and willingly obeys. We get into the car and drive.