Just A Thought

I found this beginning of story among my clutter in the office and wondered if I should keep it to work on or toss it out.  So I am going to put the first two pages I wrote up and see if it catches an interest.

The story is a one off called: Tash;  It is set slightly in the future and is about Toby Ashwood (Tash) who was married at birth due to a debt that the family could not repay, &  Gideon Thorpe who was the fifteen year old boy of a wealthy family that he was married to.  When Tash's father died he ran away, only to come back twelve years later as a friend of Gil Thorpe; Gideon's son.

Please forgive any Typo's and bad punctuation:

TASH: CHAPTER 1

The shit was about to hit the fan and he had no way of stopping it.  Starr had always said that one day his past would catch up with him and now here it was slapping him in the face.  As they approached the high wrought iron gates Tash wondered whether the sound of his heart beating was as loud to Gil as it was to him, it felt as though hundreds of horses were galloping across the open plains like in many of those old movies he had seen that Starr had so lovingly kept.  How often had he joked about his sincere devotion to his collection of antique movies?  Now he just wished he was at home snuggled up on the couch instead of standing here waiting for Gil's retina scan to end and allow them entry; a slight breeze tugged at the strawberry blond curls at the nape of Gil’s neck.

Tash was conscious of the abundance of security focused on this one gate, right now he could see three cameras aimed straight at them and wondered whether Gideon Thorpe was somewhere inside at this very moment watching them.  If so, would he recognise him, and if he did, then what did she intend to do about it?  Had he changed much in the last twelve years?  Tash felt nervous as it had been a very long time since he had last stood in the same room as Gideon, he couldn’t stop his stomach from somersaulting with anxiety.

Was he doing the right thing?  His gut instinct was telling him to run, to turn around and run like there was no tomorrow, run away and never look back.  On the other hand his heart and his head were telling him to go through with it; to get it over and done with or he’d never be able to move on in his life.  Tash’s chest ached with indecision as he realised the momentum of what she was about to do.

Tash forced himself to stare straight at one of the cameras; he wondered if all the security was meant to keep people out or all those who entered in?  ‘But,’ he supposed if he owned and ran three quarters of all the sectors in this city, then the security wasn’t such a bad thing, there were all kinds of weirdo’s and freaks running around out there.  Tash released the breath he had been holding at the sound of the locking mechanism being released and then it hit him.

“Gil... Gil I can’t do this.  It’s not time, I need to go home.”  Tash whispered as he backed away from the opening.  It terrified him that he had been willing to complicate his own life beyond all reasoning.  “This is a mistake,” goose bumps erupted all over his body; he needed more time.

Gil turned and stared at his frightened face.  “Tash,” he stepped cautiously towards him, “Honey, what’s wrong?”  Gil had never seen Tash like this before, he looked absolutely scared stiff.

“I can’t do this... I need more time,” he shook his head.  “It’s too soon, I’m just not ready.”

“It’s alright,” Gil whispered soothingly into his hair.  Gil enfolded Tash into his embrace “I’ll look after you... I promise I won’t let anything bad happen,” he marvelled at how fragile Tash felt; how much Tash needed him at this moment.  “I will always protect you, you know that, don’t you?”

“You won’t be able to stop it...  If I walk through that gate something bad is going to happen, and you will end up hating me.”  Tash whispered even as he allowed Gil to pull him into enemy territory.  The Gil that smiled at him now seemed like a total stranger to him; he was different to the Gil he had known all year.  To the Gil that had been in love with Starr.  The shy clumsy Gil that could light up a whole room just by smiling.  Why wasn’t that Gil here now?  That Gil would understand his need to flee.

It was now or never... wasn’t this his destiny?  Wasn’t this where he belonged?  He might belong here, but that didn’t mean that this was where he wanted to be.  Then what the hell was he doing here?  What had possessed him to agree to come here?  Tash shuddered at the thought of all those cameras following him.  Tash tentatively placed his hand in Gil's as they started the slow walk up the driveway; his hand felt comfortable in Gil’s grasp, they had done this a lot since Starr’s death, whenever he had needed a shoulder to cry on; Gil had been there with a big box of tissues in hand.