Mysterious Skin Page #5

Neil McCormick.

This is New York City.

You do the wrong thing with

the wrong person and you die.

Period.

End of story.

Just promise me

you'll be safe.

Okay.

Here.

Are these the only kinds

of movies you watch?

Why? You don't like it?

No, it's cool.

So, has Neil gotten

back to you yet?

Let me explain The

Universe of Neil McCormick.

He's like a planet,

Saturn say.

And we're all like little

moons orbiting around.

Now, do planets

write letters?

But I do know that he'll be

in Hutchinson for Christmas.

What?

His mom told me that she sent

him a ticket to fly home...

for Baby Jesus's Birthday.

So I'll introduce you then.

Brian?

Yeah?

Thought you two might

like a little study break.

Thanks, Mrs. Lackey.

Thanks, Mom.

It's 11:
30.

If it's Avalyn...

tell her I'm not here.

Hello?

No, I'm sorry, Avalyn,

he's out with his friends.

No problem.

I thought you

kinda liked her.

I just...

I don't know.

I think I just need a little

space from her right now.

I always thought she

was a freak anyway.

So, I'm off to bed.

Good night, boys.

Hello.

I'm a...I'm Zeke.

From LA.

Neil.

Neil.

What are you doing

in New York City?

That's a..

that's a Vermeer.

Well, it's sort of a Vermeer.

You are exquisite.

I guess it's my turn, huh?

Hope these don't

frighten you too much.

They...have a habit of popping up

in the most inopportune places.

Oh, I know.

Don't be worried.

This is gonna be the safest

encounter you ever had.

If you could

just rub my back.

Really, I need to be touched.

Yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes.

Oh, make me happy.

Make me happy,

make me happy...

Yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes.

Oh, make me happy.

You were 100

percent safe, right?

Yeah.

I told you I just jerked off.

He watched from

across the room.

For the first time in my

life I'm bothered by it.

Maybe you should try and find

some other safer way to make money.

You know,

like everyone else.

Yeah, maybe.

You're the only

one I've ever told.

I know.

I never told Eric,

or my Mom.

And I know some people

might think it's f***ed up,

or terrible, or whatever?

But what happened that

summer...is a huge part of me.

No one ever made me feel

that way, before or since.

Like I was, I was special.

Neil...you were 8 years old.

Yeah, but he really loved me.

I mean, there were other

kids sometimes, but...

I was his prize.

I was his one true love.

Happy birthday.

You didn't have to

get me anything.

It's just a little

something I picked out.

Wow.

Cool.

I thought it'd go great

with your hair color.

It's so cool.

Thanks.

You alright?

I'm drunk.

I've never been

drunk in my life!

I'm corrupting you.

At last!

Hey.

That's pretty good.

Yeah, sure.

No, really.

You have definite

artistic talent, my boy.

What?

That's an interesting touch.

So, what's the "deep meaning"

behind the baseball cleats?

I have no idea.

Boo.

- How was work?

- F***in' boring.

- You need a hand?

- Sure.

So, I've got news for you.

Hey, me too.

Okay.

You first.

Look what my Mom

sent me today.

She wants me to come

home for Christmas.

Your mom is the coolest.

Like mine would

ever do that for me.

It's weird.

I hate Hutchinson

more than anything but...

But I'm kind of looking

forward to going back...

just for a short visit.

- Plus you get to see Eric.

- Yeah.

So what's your news?

I think I found you a job.

A what?

I was talking to this friend

at work, Rachel, about you.

It's only minimum wage at a

stupid sandwich place, but...

What?

You're not into it.

Whatever.

It's cool.

No, no, tell me

more about it.

Really?

Yeah, really?

I want to hear more about it.

- You do?

- Yeah.

You sure you're

gonna be okay?

I'm just glad my

Mom's working late.

Thanks for everything.

This has been...the

best birthday ever.

You're welcome.

Oh sh*t.

- Who's that?

- It's my Dad.

Dad?

Son.

I caught you.

Your Mother said she didn't

know whether you'd be home or not.

Happy Birthday.

What are you doing here?

I'm not allowed to wish my

only son a happy birthday?

Dad, I haven't seen

you for what, 2 years?

Well, maybe if you returned

my calls once in a while...

Maybe I don't want to return

your phone calls, Dad.

Maybe I just want you

to leave me alone.

Brian, don't be like this.

I drove all this way.

I just wanted to see

how you're doing?

Well, let me tell you

what I want to know.

Something happened to

me when I was little.

Do you know what

I'm talking about?

What happened to me

that night I woke up...

bleeding in the cellar?

Where were you that night?

God, I can tell you

don't even remember!

You're drunk.

Quit avoiding the subject!

I was bleeding,

I kept passing out!

I wet my f***ing bed

and you never asked why!

And what about that Halloween

when I blacked out again?

Something happened to

me both those nights!

What do you know about it?

Tell me!

I'm sorry, Brian, I...

I can't help you.

Welcome to Subz.

May I help you?

Brian?

Deborah!

- Redecorating?

- Sort of, yeah.

So how ya been, Bri?

Good.

How's Berkeley?

Hold on, you two.

Why don't we continue this

conversation in the front room...

over the peanut-butter peach pie

I baked for this occasion?

Good to see you,

little brother.

You too.

Need a lift?

Sure.

Where we going?

My place.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

- It's Christmas Eve tomorrow.

- No more talking.

- Where are we?

- Brighton Beach.

Bedroom's this way.

Do it.

Again.

Strip.

Open wide and suck it, slut.

What are you

waiting for, slut?

Suck it!

You like that,

don't you, slut?

Take it deep.

Moan for me.

Wait, wait.

Slut knows what's

coming next.

I'm gonna give the slut just

what he's begging for...

Wait, wait, wait.

There's some

things I don't do.

Wait.

I gotta take a piss.

Hold on.

I'll be right back.

You're getting f***ed, slut,

whether you like it or not.

Slut!

Slut! Slut! Slut!

Slut! Slut! Slut!

God, you love it!

Take that cock all

the way up there.

Take it, slut.

Yeah. Yeah!

Are you ready?

Here it comes.

Are you ready?

You ready? Ready?

Mom.

Today is the day.

Brian!

Now where are you off to?

I'm going out with Eric.

You don't want to stay and

talk with your sister a while?

I'll be back soon.

Don't be late, young man.

Christmas Eve dinner's at 6 sharp.

Okay.

Here we are.

Do I look okay?

Okay's a relative term.

I'm kidding.

You look fine.

Excited?

Yes.

And nervous.

Don't worry.

I'm sure you guys

will hit it off great.

I hope you're right.

Ellen?

Ellen?

Oh, hi, Eric.

Hey, Mrs. M.

Merry Christmas.

You remember Brian.

Of course I do.

Hi, Brian.

Merry Christmas.

So where's the

Man of the Hour?

I was going to call you.

Why?

What happened?

There's been an accident.

Neil, he got mugged on

the way to the airport.

Is he okay?

He's going to be fine.

He's asleep in his room.

Well, maybe we should

come back tomorrow.

Maybe.

Or you stay if you'd like,

have some cookies...

and we'll see if he's...

Honey, you're up.

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