Resolve: The Elesin Vollan Story

By RS Kee

Elesin Vollan is embarking on a new chapter in his life. Along with his lover, Christian, they begin to map out their future, which includes new music, a new home, and an expanding family. Soon, their plans are halted as Elesins past comes back to torment him. Richard returns with a vengeance and will stop at nothing to ruin the young pop stars life. Will Elesin endure his encounter with a crazed ex? Or will this be the end of the Elesin Vollan story?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543418422

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Copyright © 2017 by RS Kee.

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

POETRY

CHAPTER 1

After recovering from an attack at the hands of my ex-boyfriend, I was finally freed from the confines of my knee brace. Christian, who had been with family requested that I hire extra security. He needed to ensure that my psycho ex stayed far away from me. Jaelyn had the children, which meant that Mitchel and I could hang out and hit up as many parties that we could. Mitchel and I met up in New Orleans to attend his ex-boyfriend Devon’s Halloween party.

Devon rented out the third floor of the Martine Chaisson Gallery on Camp Street for the party. He was also previewing some of his latest artwork. Mitchel and I walked from our hotel to the venue in our updated version of LaStat and Louis from Interview from a Vampire. Not only was this my first private art gallery viewing, but it was also the first time my costume covered my entire body.

The ballroom on the third floor was very dark and intimate. Flickers of light from strategically placed candles of varying sizes illuminated the rooms. Our nostrils were filled with the floral perfume of the blood red and black roses petals scattered upon the floor.

There seemed to be an endless supply of champagne and h’orderves being circulated. Mitchel and I were very happy campers as we sipped champagne and listened to Mozart’s violin Concertos. I walked around the gallery channeling LeStat Lioncourt in my dark Colton double-breasted hooded coat with rubber print accents.

The light caught the print on my coat that created an antique look, which incidentally matched the mood of the ethereal, dark and romantic paintings. My washed-out black and silver pants were fitted and had a cute rip in the knee with safety pens holding it together. I loved my look and caught myself in the reflection and smirked.

Really girl? Mitchel said as he caught me ogling myself.

Sorry, but not sorry. I look good.

Mitchel’s interpretation of LeStat’s companion Louis, spectacular. His black and emerald green jacket with matching pants was topped off with a velvet top hat. Mitchel appeared to be more interested in undressing me with his eyes as I looked at the art pieces.

His hand would rest upon my lower back as he leaned in to whisper into my ear. His hand traveled lower and cupped the underside of my ass. I giggled and pushed him away. We had a mutual attraction to each other and would do anything for each other. Mitchel and I found a quiet corner on the balcony to get some air.

Do you know how fucking hot you are? Mitchel sighed.

Mitchel’s hands gripped my waist as he kissed my lips. My body melted into his. I could feel his hand going towards my groin and I panicked. There were too many emotions flooding throughout. The nervous energy mixed with the drinks made it hard for me to enjoy.

I feel sick.

It was unclear if it were the drinks that made me nauseated or the kiss. My body was overheated and I needed to position my body in the path of a cool breeze. Mitchel supported me as I leaned against the wall.

I closed my eyes praying that I not vomit over the balcony. Mitchel placed a chair next to me and said, Here, sit down.

I sat down and inhaled deeply as a gush of cool air blew in my direction, cooling my core. I suddenly felt better.

You okay? Do I need to get you some water or more food?

I shook my head and again inhaled deeply. My nostrils began to fill with the scent of fresh sewage and the shrimp balls crept up my chest.

Oh shit! I think I need to vomit.

Don’t move! I’ll be right back. Mitchel ran back in to the ballroom as I sat with my head back against the wall.

Mitchel returned with bottle of water. I took the water and gulped it down and the nausea subsided.

Okay, I feel much better now, I said as I slowly stood up.

Good! Because, nothing’s more unattractive than a bitch who can’t hold their shit.

I rolled my eyes and leaned over the balcony. Mitchel grabbed me and turned me towards him. He leaned his forehead against mine and said, I want you so fucking bad right now.

I bit my bottom lip as I got lost in his crystal blue eyes and before I could react, his lips were pressed against mine. We were kissing a while until we heard heard the sound of someone opening the door.

Oh, was I interrupting something? Devon asked.

Nah, we were just talking, I said.

Yeah, I was talking to his ass with my tongue down his throat, Mitchel laughed.

Devon shook his head and announced, I need you back inside. I want to give a little speech.

We followed Devon back into the parlor. The service staff immediately handed us drinks as we stepped into the main area. Devon took his place in the middle of the room to thank his friends for coming out to his event. I found it hard to focus on the speech because Mitchel was bumping and grabbing me every chance he got.

My mind soon drifted off as I thought about Christian. Was I going to tell him that I locked lips with my best friend? Mitchel and I have known each other for years but we never got a chance to date. We had always been in relationships with other people and were never available to each other.

You are going to get me in so much trouble, I whispered.

That’s what I’m counting on.

I love my boyfriend and I don’t want to hurt him.

Mitchel took me in his arms and said, I love your man too. Think he’d be interested in a threesome?

I shot a menacing look in his direction.

Okay, I’ll be good.

Mitchel was my kryptonite. He was overly confident, very talented and oozed sex from every pore. His eyes were blue like an inviting sea that I wanted to dive in. Unfortunately, I was practically a married man and had to step on the brakes.

The next day, Mitchel and I were headed to New York for another Halloween party in Chelsea. Even though Christian was due to meet up with me the next day, he was the last thing on my mind. Mitchel and I ended up at random loft turned make shift club. There were glow sticks and designer drugs all around.

Drinks were flowing, bodies were bumping and Mitchel and I found a dark corner and had a heavy make out session. Our hands gripped each other’s penis and we rubbed each other until we were both swollen. My head got muddled and blacked out.

The next thing I remember is being helped to my room. I woke up with the worse hangover I’ve had in a long time. I could smell fresh coffee filling the room. I cracked my eyes open and there was a figure leaning over me.

Hey, babe!

I groaned as Christian leaned over to kiss my forehead. My eyes hurt to open them any more than slits. I could feel the sweat beats beginning to roll down my brow as the urge to be sick became overwhelming.

Oh shit! Christian gasped as he grabbed the wastebasket. As soon as he ran over to me, I projectile vomited. While I was facedown heaving into the metal container, Christian stepped away. He returned with a cool cloth and placed it on the back of my neck.

I will never drink like that again.

Yeah, until the next party, Christian chuckled. Come on, take these.

I propped my body from the bed to take the aspirins and chugged as much water as I could. Christian was a very attentive nurse ensuring that I got cleaned up and had breakfast before leaving for a meeting with a casting director.

The sun stung my eyes as I fumbled through the living room to retrieve my phone. I had several missed calls. I didn’t want to talk business so I opted to return my children’s call first. It was still early in the morning when I got through all my calls and I was still a bit hung over. In the meantime, I decided to take a nap until Christian returned.

I woke up before Christian returned and got myself ready for our walk through the city. Fall is my favorite time of year, even in NY. It wasn’t too cold, perfect for a light stroll. Christian and I window shopped at a few local stores in the neighborhood. After about two hours, we attempted to pinpoint what we wanted to eat for lunch. Ultimately, we ended up at a coffee shop and grabbed a few sandwiches and blackberry tea.

We were looking for a spot to sit when something caught his eye. It was the kiss seen all around the world but not between individuals I’d expected. I had forgotten that it had even happened that night. I began thinking that I should have a chaperone with me always when I party with Mitchel. I couldn’t believe that someone found us a corner and took that picture. Actually, I could believe it. I just didn’t think that I’d be looking over someone’s shoulder with my boyfriend, staring at the grainy cell phone picture.

I hated Perez Hilton and his website but more than that, I hated this moment. Christian politely asked the young girl if he could read the contents of the page from her laptop. I cautiously leaned over to read what Christian was reading knowing full well what was being described. Perez had blogged as if he was with us in the booth watching the pair of us sucking face.

I backed away slowly seeing Christian was getting angrier the longer he stared at the pictures. I could hear the rage building up inside of him the longer he read. Ordinarily, Christian would turn his nose up at something like that. Unfortunately, he recognized my outfit and event I attended from the night before.

Burro! He snapped, holding the laptop up towards my face as if to ask for an explanation. I stood in fear, not knowing how to respond.

I just turned my eyes downward.

If it means anything to you, I don’t remember that incident, and I’m truly sorry.

Christian did not respond. He stewed in anger and frustration until we got back to the hotel. Even though Christian was angry with me, he loved me too much to ever leave.

Our lunch date was over before I even had a chance to smell my sandwich. We placed our lunches on the bar and I braced myself.

How could you do this to me? After all the bullshit that we’ve been through. Did you fuck him?

I froze in the middle of the common area as Christian began to pace the room. I could see the vein begin to form in the middle of his forehead as he stared me down. His jaw clenched as he continued with his rant.

No!

I don’t believe you! he shouted.

It was just a drunken kiss at a party. It meant nothing, I reasoned.

Ha! Right! It meant everything! He huffed. It was your good friend Mitchel, right?

Yes, I exhaled.

You could have kissed a hundred other guys at that fucking party but you didn’t. Mitchel! he screamed.

I’m so sorry, I sobbed.

Do you want to be with him?

No! I love you and only you! I rushed up to Christian, trying to embrace him but he pushed me away. I was stunned.

You’re lying, he said calmly. No more lies, be honest with me. Right now.

I nodded.

Do you have feelings for him?

Yes, I hesitantly confirmed.

Do you want to be with him?

I shook my head, No! I didn’t add more fuel to the already out of control fire. Christian didn’t mind me locking lips with other men. Hell, I did that as a part of my performance on stage on occasion. Mitchel was different. Mitchel was too close for comfort, and he had a history of stealing boyfriends and ruining relationships for sport. He was the enemy, but he was also one of my best friends.

Have you slept with him since we’ve committed to each other? Christian rocked on his heels as if he could pounce at any moment.

I placed my hands alongside his arms and gave an honest answer, No.

His eyes narrowed as he processed the information that I gave him, limited but enough and true.

Okay, here’s the deal. No more creeping off in dark corners with Mitchel or anyone else for that matter. I’m not going to tell you not to be friends with him but I am going to demand that you limit your time with him. If I find out that you’ve done more with him than what you’ve disclosed… it’s over. The calm tone to which he gave this ultimatum sent chills up my spine. Then he said, Comprendes!

I nodded, and he walked away.

Holy shit!

I walked over to the bar staring down at the sandwich I no longer wanted. My heart was beating rapidly inside my chest. I took a seat at bar and closed my eyes.

There were things that I can’t remember and that scared me more than anything. I know I told Christian that I didn’t sleep with Mitchel, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that was true. I racked my brain, forcing myself to remember every detail but came up blank. For the sake of my relationship with Christian, Mitchel and I must abstained from all sexual activity.

News of my little tryst was making its rounds and picking up steam a week after Halloween. People were speculating that Christian and I were headed for splitsville. I even had to discuss the incident on Kiss-FM while promoting my show. They believed that the kiss was nothing more than two friends having fun. My responses made this story less news worthy.

The next stop I had was to meet with a production team in L.A. to work on my album and a video for my song Intoxicating. By the time I finished up, Christian was already on his way home. My assistant Katy met me at the airport. She informed me that my new agent Clint Connolly had exciting new opportunities for me.

A few of those opportunities included a major role in a Nicholas Sparks movie. The other options were for reality television shows. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of doing reality show but I would keep an open mind.

I reviewed scripts that were given to me when I wasn’t in the studio. On top of that, I was excited as I thought about my appearance at the MTV European Music Awards in Barcelona. As the plane began our departure from JFK airport, my mind was flooded with the last conversation Christian and I had about our future.

For nearly six hours, the duration of our flight, all I could think about was the life that Christian wanted for us. Even before marriage opportunities were available to us, he dreamt of a married life with children. The more I thought about his vision for our lifestyle, the more the more nervous I got.

I knew that I was a horrible boyfriend and I would be an even worse husband. I loved Christian with all my heart but there was still a part of me that felt undeserving. One day I’ll figure out why I feel this way but right now, I have to be in work mode. We arrived at LAX just before 4 o’clock.

As we got to the car, I started to regret not napping on the plane as my eyelids began to feel grainy against my eyeballs. I was hungry and tired which was a bad combination to have when facing the public. There were people camped out in front of the Omni Hotel. I paused briefly to sign a few autographs and posed for several pictures. A person pushed his hand between a few bodies and politely asks for my signature.

I signed the image without a thought. My brain was slowly caught up to my hand and as I completed my signature. The familiar voice, a cold menacing voice I had known intimately was beside me.

The picture I was signing and handing over was of me in a home I lived long ago when I was a teenager. My breathing began to quicken as I looked over my shoulder. The face was covered in a full salt and peppered beard but it didn’t keep me from recognizing the face underneath, Richard.

I love your music. I especially love your new track ‘Intoxicating’. Is that about someone in particular? he asked in a sardonic tone.

I smiled nervously and was about to turn away when he grabbed me for a hug and whispered into my ear, Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you today.

My jaw dropped. I pushed him away as security approached and nudged him away.

Mr. Vollan, are you okay? my security asked as he eyed the strange man as he walked away.

I exhaled, Richard.

My face showed fear and my guard grabbed my arm and rushed me inside the hotel. The security team informed the hotel staff about my little encounter as I walked off to meet my assistant who was waiting for me at the elevators. We rode up to the Presidential Suite and in silence.

My mind ceased all rational thought as I took a seat at the bar with my face buried in my hands. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about, Richard was in town. I was getting more and more upset.

Elesin, are you okay? Katy asked.

She generally tried to avoid asking me too many personal questions.

Richard, my ex just approached me outside. The fucker actually got close enough to me to hug me, I explained.

She tilted her head in confusion as she searched for the familiar name in her brain.

Wait! Didn’t he, like, attempt to kill you?

I nodded.

What does he want?

My life, I smiled in attempt to keep the tears from falling.

Is there anything I can do to help? she asked.

Doubtful, I’m so tired, I laughed uncomfortably. I just want him to go away and stay away. I have enough shit to deal with right now. Christian hates me and I don’t blame him. He wants me to practically be a househusband and I’m scared. My children are pulling away from me. I continued with a few more minutes expelling out everything I had been feeling and unable to share with anyone.

My eyes connected with Katy as I poured my heart out.

Merde! I’m so sorry. I know you don’t want to hear this.

Katy lifted the strap of her laptop case over her head and placed it on the floor. She rushed over to me and took me into her arms. I sobbed like a five-year-old being told no. Katy was never the comforting type.

Katy’s eyes would look beyond me because she never knew what to do in these situations. She typically waited for me to calm myself down before as she played with her electronic devices. It caught me off guard that she showed me compassion that I needed it.

Katy and I raided the minibar and toasted to getting over our exes, to holding on to love and lastly, to around the clock security. The next day, my body was emotionally and physically drained. I was still thinking about what Christian said and with everything that was going on in my life.

My songs Intoxicating and Forbidden Love, from my new album were being well received by the public as well as with the critics. The album was still getting the finishing touches before being officially released in a few weeks. I had to clean up a few songs and work on song order on the playlist.

I had too many things going through my mind. I picked at my fingers as we prepared for my private interview with Serena Altschul from MTV Studios.

Focus! Katy instructed from beside me as opened the door to the host who knocked on the door. I took another quick swig of vodka as we were being introduced. We sat down in the living room with a great view of the downtown skyline beside us.

Your song ‘Intoxicating’ rose quickly up the charts overtaking your song ‘Off My Mind’ for the number two spot. Then ‘Forbidden Love’ was leaked and ended up on the top 40. Are the songs on this album about anyone in particular?

Yes, a few of them are.

Any of the songs about your relationship with Christian?

Maybe.

Care to elaborate? she asked.

My past and present relationships inspired a lot of songs from this album. A few of the songs aren’t about anyone in particular. They are about the inability to detach yourself from a failed partnership. Love is like a drug. You crave it even if it’s toxic.

Is your relationship with Christian toxic?

That’s an odd question. I’m not sure I know how to answer that? I scoffed.

Serena asked additional questions but my responses were vague. I sensed that the fairly cute blonde journalist was becoming more annoyed, so I tried to be as attentive and interested as possible. The truth of the matter was that my mind was a million miles away. Richard, who had turned into a first class sociopath, somehow popped up at my appearance. He doesn’t threaten my life directly but his presence brought nothing but doom and gloom.

I knew he felt that I wronged him in the worst way by not staying with him and working out our relationship. I’m still not sure how he could think that I could over look the fact that he stabbed me and left me for to die on the floor of our home. With the help of Marta, he helped kill my eldest daughter Lynnea. He can fucking kick rocks! It took a while but my heart was now filled with the love of another. There was no doubt that I no longer loved or cared for Richard anymore.

The host, whose face or name I could not remember, began asking me about the YouTube video I did with my friend Mitchel last year and some of my drag queens friends on My Favorite Things. I was able to focus on that question and answer seriously since it was a fun video. I even cracked smile thinking about all the low, very low budget homemade styled videos I’ve produced with my friends.

I had a flare for big productions on a budget that peek public interest after the video resurfaced. The truth is, I get bored easily. My friends and I have a lot of idle time and weed. Most of our best ideas that have no business seeing the day of light come to us when we are baked or drunk.

I looked past the journalist to the view from the window behind her. Then my attention diverted to something that flashed in the corner of my eye. It turned out to be the photographer who planned to put pictures up on their website. After having the host repeating a few questions I decided to focus more on the interview.

The conversation with the journalist had gotten better since she appeared to be happy with my participation. Then again, she was probably just glad that he would be able to edit this to make this interview presentable. Once she obtained all the information he needed, we parted ways and I had to get prepared for my next interview with Ellen.

I was so exhausted. It had been awhile since I had to do back-to-back interviews. The cool crisp air sent chills throughout my body. Then the random thought that I was going to soon meet my end at the hands of an ex-lover made the hairs on my arm rise.

I needed my friend Mitchel. He understood what I was dealing with since we shared a horrible experience at the hands of my ex-lover Richard that neither he nor I ever spoke about. Mitchel remained friends with me after Richard attacked him and he was a risk that I was willing to take.

Halloween last time Mitchel and I were able to party together since his band Gen-X broke out on the scene. When he began touring we weren’t able to hang out like we used too for a long time. I knew that he was doing solo project and was scheduled to do a show at the Orpheum Theatre and decided to text him my schedule.

I was going to be in L.A. for the entire week writing and recording two songs for a movie soundtrack, and then I had to work on a song for a Spanish television show. In between my writing, and dance rehearsals, my new agent somehow convinced someone that I could act and got me a roll as a serial killer on a popular crime series Criminal Minds.

I was scheduled to shoot for three days on the series and while I wasn’t acting, I was in the at a dance studio for rehearsals. Mitchel met me at the dance studio to pick me up for lunch. I was polishing up a new complex dance combo that everyone seemed to get but me. I kept stumbling over my own feet but somehow I was able to finally catch on after five attempts.

Mitchel laughed as I ended the routine in my signature body roll freestyle.

Mitchel walked up to me for a hug and said, I didn’t think that you still had it.

Puh-leez! I’m a half-black drag queen, I will always have it.

Mitchel loved to poke fun at my dance moves.

Your moves are a cross between a stripper and a wasted white girl at a bar, he said.

I laughed because when you think about it, my famous body rolls were popular moves performed by both.

Mitchel accompanied me to the locker rooms where I could take a quick shower. He gave me a playful shove and said, All joking aside, at least you are good with fucking choreography. I couldn’t remember all those steps if my life depended on it.

I removed my clothing and wandered into one of the shower stalls. It didn’t a take me long to get myself together. Once I placed all my clothes on, I saw Mitchel speaking with my assistant Katy. I walked up to them and noticed that she was sending e-mails from her blackberry as she held a conversation with Mitchel.

She to tapped her finger on her watch to ensure that I made it to my next appointment. I ignored her and walked over to Mitchel as he flipped through his messages on his phone.

Please don’t be late for the next meeting, Katy pleaded.

I promise I’ll be back before you know it. Katy narrowed her eyes and I pouted my bottom lip and said, I’ll just be a couple hours.

Katy exhaled and rolled her eyes, Just two hours and be careful.

Mitchel and I giggled like two schoolgirls as we walked out the studio. We jumped into his pearl-white Bentley convertible and headed to a trendy area for our late lunch at The Grove. We found a nice place to park and walked along the sidewalk and window-shopped. I caught a reflection of us in a shop window as we walked to our destination and laughed.

What’s so funny? He asked.

We are a hot mess. Look at us, we look like a couple of well-kept trophy homos.

Mitchel posed in front of the reflective surface and started preening. He was sporting an over the shoulder white knit shirt with a huge earth toned jeweled neckpiece and a thin copper headband. His white tighter than tight pants were topped off with a pair of studded platform shoes that matched his handbag.

I love your hot pink pants and double-wrap belt. It really makes you look like a kept house boy, Mitchel chuckled.

I flipped him off and the large silver cuff bracelet on my right wrist flew off my wrist.

Where the hell are we headed looking like this? I joked.

Anywhere we want to go, as long as we’re the prettiest boys there! he exclaimed.

Jesus! We are so fucking gay!

Biotch, at least I’m a top! He snapped.

I’m versatile, tramp! Don’t get it twisted! I snapped.

Mitchel flipped his hair then proceeded to walk ahead of me. A few fans would stop me for autographs, pictures and conversation. Occasionally, someone recognized Mitchel who’s famous in his own right as a top finalist on the show X Factor. Mitchel and his band Gen X had been touring the world with everyone from Pink to 30 Seconds to Mars.

We gave each fan a hug and signed everything from notebook to body parts. Mitchel and I both reveled in delight and competed in giving great face in each photograph with our fans. We over exaggerated facial expressions did poses with our fans. Mitchel had grown his hair out which was flipped out for more body and volume and he made sure to whip his hair every chance he got. With the right makeup, at first glance he could pass for a woman. However, the tall sturdy frame and bulge the front of his pants gave him away immediately.

It was always nice to get away with Mitchel as we went back and forth on who was gayer. We embraced our ability to blur the lines between femininity and masculinity on stage and in our personal life. We both loved our eyeliner, the smokier our eyes the better. We loved the idea that no matter what we did, it was okay because we were fabulous and weren’t afraid to be who we were.

Dammit! The world needs a little glitter to its life. I dare anyone to not smile at the sight of sparkles. Even though Mitchel and I shared a love of music, we also loved fashion. We wanted to be pioneers of bringing glam rock back, but that was going to be tricky. Mitchel and I walked around The Grove aimlessly past every storefront before finding a place to eat.

Mitchel wanted Italian and chose Maggiano’s. The hostess sat us in a nice little corner of the restaurant. We were seated almost immediately once we arrived and had a great view of the garden area. After the waitress took our order, we caught up on what was going on in our lives. Mitchel was just finding out that privacy goes out the window especially when it came to his love life.

He had just broken up with his longtime boyfriend and it was covered in just about every magazine. I also noticed that he was getting too touchy feely for someone with a broken heart as he grabbed my knee from under the bistro styled table.

Mitchel, you are so going to get me in trouble again, I squirmed.

I hope so, he mumbled.

I gave him a cold stare to which he ignored as his hand ascended towards my crotch.

Please don’t! That’s an argument I do not want to have with Christian.

Oh really? Does he still hate me?

I rolled the napkin full of utensils along the table and said, No, he hates us being alone together in dark corners. For some reason, he thinks you are my kryptonite.

Mitchel let out a loud cackle, Whose fault is that anyways, Lucy?

I rolled my eyes. I hated when he called me Lucy, implying that I was loose with my body. My face reddened with embarrassment thinking about my whorish past.

Mitchel was right. After all, it wasn’t Mitchel’s fault that we got caught locking lips on more than one occasion while in a drunken haze. We may have also gotten a little too frisky at mutual friends’ birthday parties.

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