로그인THIRTY TENS“Do you think they found the killer?" Ethan asked as the ending credits of the movie began to roll on the screen. “I don't really know," Gina answered as she looked up from her phone. “Wasn't really paying any attention, to be honest." Ethan sank deeper into the couch as he tossed the empty popcorn bowl on the table. It was just another night for him–another night spent bingeing horror thrillers with Gina. He pulled the blanket he had stolen from Jake's room over his legs as everywhere fell silent. But then,that quiet was broken by the sound of tires pulling into the driveway. Ethan immediately looked toward the window where the car's headlights pierced through the slits of the closed curtains before turning dead. “That must be Jake,” Gina said, lifting her eyes from her phone. She stretched her arms above her head before standing up. “Finally. I was starting to think he got himself into another stupid mess." Ethan gave a grunt in response as he knew that was exactly
CHAPTER 46 CONFESSIONS Time passed strangely after Martin and Gerald left. They had come back a few days after Jake kicked them out to pack their bags. Throughout their stay that day, Martin refused to say a word and Gerald avoided his gaze the entire time. Of course he would. After they were gone, the house went quiet, and it remained that way the entire week. But the silence that surrounded Ethan this time wasn't too blissful. It was filled with tension, like something else was about to go wrong. And Gina stayed through it all. At first, Ethan thought she was only there because of Jake, the sex and his wound cleaning. But whenever Jake disappeared for another one of Aaron's runs, she would somehow end up on the couch, watching over him like she was making sure he didn't completely fall apart. And after a while, Ethan stopped questioning it and accepted it instead. As for Jake, he was barely seen at home. Every day, he would leave with that same exhausted look in his e
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
WHAT THE FUCK?Ethan locked his phone as the soft patter of the drizzle outside bounced off the room, echoing through his room. The window rattled behind him as cool wind slid into the room from the cracks. Cold, calm, quiet–the night seemed really perfect. But for Ethan, it was far from that. An
FORBIDDEN THOUGHTS Gerald pushed Martin down onto the bed, and the furniture creaked under his weight. Smiling, he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. But Martin, impatient as always, tore open the entire thing and pulled him toward himself. “Come here," he said as he planted a kiss on Gerald's
THE PRICE TO PAY BANG. The sound tore through the empty street like thunder, giving Jake barely any time to react. The impact slammed into him hard and a sharp, burning pain exploded through his shoulder. How had he not seen the gun? How did the guy pull it out fast? Why the hell did he bring







