35

Greg

I peeled open my heavy eyes, I was laying on a bed. I looked around, it seemed as though we were still in the house Aaron had kept Brian in. It was silent, the heavy stench of blood and dread that hung in the air seeming nonexistent. The door of the room was shut, a thin blanket was spread over us.

Brian was snuggling against me, whimpers escaping his lips as he looked up at me with wide crimson eyes. He looked like a cute sabertooth tiger with his long fangs.

He was gazing at me as though I was his whole world. As though I was the one who hung up the stars in his sky. As though I was his God. It made my heart clench in despair, Brian didn't want to seem me in that way. It wasn't of his free will, it was the drugs and Omega genes that made him see me in that way. 

His wide eyes were glazed over, sparks of fear littering his crimson iris. He was still deep in the headspace I found him in it seemed. "Hi, love." I said, flashing him a soft smile. H