ログインBEAT UP THE OLD MANJake marched down the quiet hallway toward Martin and Gerald’s room, his injured shoulder barely registering to him anymore. The pain was nothing compared to the rage coursing through his veins. The moment he got to the door, he raised a foot and kicked the door open. It slammed against the vanity table with a loud BANG, nearly pulling off its hinges. Inside, Martin and Gerald were still in bed. Gerald was awake, his face swollen and bruised from Ethan's attack. And Martin–He was ass deep into Gerald, groaning and panting as he bounced. The moment he noticed Jake and the rest, he cursed out loud and grabbed the duvet to cover his pouring d*ck. He quickly dropped to the side as Gerald sprayed his seed onto the sheets. “What the–” Martin started. But Jake didn't let him finish. He crossed the room in a flash, kicking his father off the bed before grabbing Gerla by the collar of his night shirt. “Jake!" Martin shouted as he scrambled over the cum-stained floor.
AN ASSHOLE CONFRONTATION 2 “Jake," Ethan whispered as he approached Jake's room. "Jake? Is that you?" He stopped in front of the door and placed an ear against the wooden frame when it suddenly swung inward freely. He stumbled inside awkwardly and found Jake sitting by the side of his bed. He was sweaty, panting like a dog as he adjusted his trousers. Blood sat dried at the corner of his lips and a shade of white popped from within his jacket. Behind him laid Gina, her mouth wet and a crooked smile on her face. She licked her a stain on her hand and swallowed before smoothening an invisible wrinkle on her jacket. Ethan frowned, his eyes flicking between them. “Why... why are you--" he started, but his voice cracked slightly. "Why are you in my house?" Jake opened his mouth to answer, but then he stopped. His eyes scanned Ethan's face, searching for something--fear, damage, anything wrong. “Are you okay?” Jake asked instead. Ethan let out a dry laugh. “Am I okay?” he repe
AN ASSHOLE CONFRONTATION 1 “Jake?" The call snapped Jake out of his dream. He snorted awake, his eyes fluttering open as he lifted his hands off his face. His eyes stung and his mouth burned but nothing could compare to the sharp pain that traveled up his arm when he tried to move. Wincing, he grabbed his aching shoulder and cursed. He had forgotten he now has a bullet wound. "Hey, wake up,” came the voice from before again. Groaning, Jake sat up on the bed and forced his vision steady on the door. When his gaze cleared up, he found Gina standing by the doorway with a lit cigar in her hand. He couldn't tell if it was his morning wood or just the sleep but she was looking surprisingly… sexy that morning. She was dressed in a revealing night shirt that displayed clearly her dark areola and standing nipples. The cloth barely covered up the fact that she had nothing under. "Oh,” Jake muttered as he turned away instantly. “I'm… I'm sorry. What time is it?” "It's time for you t
THE ACT Blake scrolled through his phone as he strolled down the crowded school hallway. He bumped into people with complete disregard, pouring all of his attention on the empty screen before him. He had deleted the message. After seeing that Ethan hadn't honored his request with a reply nor did he try to reach him after watching he and Roseanne kiss, he came up with the decision to just delete the message. Yeah, it was childish of him to do so and he regretted it the minute after. But still, deleting the one proof that he had come back home with Ethan on his mind didn't change anything. The nerd still felt the way he did. At first, Blake told himself Ethan was just angry. That maybe he needed some time to himself. Besides, after all that happened, he had every right to be pissed. But then he saw him yesterday as he stood there and watched him miss Roseanne. And the look of disappointment Ethan gave him before turning away… that bothered him the most. Blake let out a soft
A CHANCE UNDESERVED Aaron closed the door behind him before slowly stepping into the room. Jake's eyes adjusted to the darkness again and he found that Aaron wasn't smiling for once. The usual confidence he carried wasn't there, he made no teasing comment or flashed his usual annoying grin. Even his cigarette pack sat untouched in his breast pocket. Instead, he just stared at Jake, his eyes running over the bandage wrapped around his shoulders and the bruise on his cheek. “What were you talking about back then?" he finally asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Jake looked up from the chair, exhaustion sitting heavily in his blank expression. “What… what?" he mumbled, still a bit dazed from the throbbing pain behind his eyes. “The phone call, Jake," Aaron said as he stepped closer. “You told me something happened." “Yeah," Jake said with a quiet scoff. He shifted slightly and immediately regretted it as his shoulder screamed. “You want the short version or the ver
MY FUCKED UP FATHER “What the hell is going on here?" Ethan climbed down from the struggling Gerald and watched as he twisted and turned in a bid to stand up. When he finally managed to roll into his side, he looked up at Martin and flashed his ever-trusting smile. Except it only looked eerie with the blood and low lighting this time. “Martin, honey," Gerald greeted as he stood to his feet. “I didn't hear when you–” He had barely walked three steps when he tripped on his own feet and came crashing to the floor. His head slammed against the floorboard and a weak grunt escaped his mouth. "Ger, bear,” Martin exclaimed instantly as he rushed to Gerald's side. He slid a hand under him and rolled him onto his back, carefully wiping the blood streaks trailing all over his face. “Ethan?" he called angrily, his face squeezing into a frown as he looked up. “What the fuck did you do to him?" “I… I think I got a splinter in my dick,” Gerald whispered, his one good eye dropping to h
AN INVITATIONThe apartment felt strangely quiet with Ethan out. The moment Jake stepped in, he noticed the difference–no television, no music, no quiet thuds of footsteps running through the rooms upstairs. Instead, all he heard was the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of ol
UNDER THE BLEACHERSThe heavy grunts of the footballers practicing echoed across the field as Ethan dropped down on the grass beneath the bleachers. He spread his notebook across his laps, flipping through the pages as he sipped his soda. The metal beams above him rattled occasionally whenever some
CHAPTER 26BACK TO RUNS: CLOSE TO CAUGHTThe school flag fluttered on its pole, as a quiet wind rolled over the school parking area. The place seemed unnaturally silent and that only tightened the knot in Jake's stomach. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he slowly drove down the street.
BACK TO RUNS: A NEW JOBThe morning sunlight scattered across the city, filtering through grey clouds that rolled over from last night's rain. Even with the sharp rays, everything felt dull and colorless to Jake as he slowly drove through downtown. His old sedan rattled over every pothole and its







