LOGINCHAPTER 44THE BACKDOOR“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 the 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 opens his mouth to answer, but then 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 repeated, like
AN ASSHOLE CONFRONTATION 1“Here, right?" Gina asked as she pulled into the next street. “Yeah, just stop here." The car came to a screeching halt by the curb as the engine choked off. Jake winced as he turned to the side and unbuckled his seatbelt. His shoulder screamed at him but he pushed the pain down and reached for the door. “Thanks for the ride," he said to Gina as he pulled the handle. "Tell Aaron I'll call him–”"Want me to come in with you?”Jake froze upon hearing the question. Brows arched, he turned to Gina who stared at him keenly with a warm smile on her face. "You… wait, what?” he muttered, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Why'd you ask that?”“Well," Gina shrugged, “I thought you might need some help, with your shoulder messed up and all.”Jake slammed the door shut and swallowed before turning to Gina. “Look," he began, but then paused, unsure of where to go from there. “Look, Gina, I… I know… I really appreciate what you're doing to help but… I don't think m
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
CAUGHT IN THE LIGHT Gerald pushed Ethan down, his strong arms pinning him to the bed as he forced his mouth into his. Ethan kicked and turned, trying to squirm from his grip as he screamed. But the sound left him muffled against the man's mouth. Holding tight his wrists with one hand, Gerald pinned Ethan's legs with his knees and began unbuckling his belt. But before he could pull the strap off, the boy bit down on his lips and dragged. “Ugh!" Gerald groaned painfully as his head snapped back. He stumbled backward, holding his cut lip as his hardened cock dangled before him. "Why you little–” Before he could race toward Ethan again, the young boy sat up on the bed and kicked him straight into the balls. A low whimper left Gerald as he collapsed to his knees, clutching his sack painfully. “You motherfucker!" Ethan screamed as he kicked Gerald in the side of his head. “What the fuck do you think you're doing? Who the hell do you think you are?" His foot connected with the man'
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
FAMILY Ethan pulled the duvet over his head, staring at his phone illuminating his face under the sheets. The screen had been open for almost thirty minutes now, but it'd been long since he stopped reading anything anymore. Even as he scrolled, the group chat was still alive, filling up with me







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