My Home From Home (ManxMan)

Chapter 32

"Shh..." Thomas gently shushed Henry gently, holding his gloved finger up to his lips as he glanced around intuitively with narrowed, scrutinising eyes to locate the direction from which the sound was resonating.  Slowly and stealthily, they treaded through the unbothered white snow; praying that each step they took was as silent as the last. They'd travelled quite a distance from the little clearing they were in before they heard the voices sound closer, clearer, and louder until they finally felt as though they were just behind the thicket from the source.

"Get your pants on, we need to get out of here." Thomas and Henry heard a very familiar voice, prompting them to exchange confused glances before peering through the boughs of the tree they were obscured behind to confirm their suspicions; seeing a little open clearing in the otherwise dense woods and two young men by a tree across the clearing from Thomas and Henry. Timmy Bates and Jacob McAllister.

"Don't tell anyone about us, okay?" Jacob smirked, stuffing his shirt tails into his trousers as he buttoned them and fastened his belt all the while Timmy silently lowered his almost heartbreakingly empty green eyes down to the ground. "Look at me." Seethed Jacob, though Timmy's gaze remained lowered. "I said. Look at me. You haven't told anyone about us, have you?"" Jacob asked authoritatively, his eyes cold adn fixated upon Timmy as the chestnut haired lad simply shook his head; his green eyes practically seeping with a look of pure terror that Henry recognised. "Good boy." Jacob leant in and kissed Timmy on the lips lustfully; it almost made Henry sick at how visibly physical it was and void of any love or tenderness. "And keep it that way, or else."

Henry gasped with a look of horror in his eyes at what he was witnessing. Clearly Timmy was not only being bullied by the boys at school; as well, he seemed to be in some sort of intimate relationship with one of his bullies, a rather toxic one at that. Thomas held his hand up to Henry's mouth to keep him from blowing their little covert operation and locked eyes with him, miming the words. 'Wait here and keep an eye on them, I have a plan'. Henry simply nodded without questioning a thing, watching as Thomas jogged off silently in the general direction from which they'd come

"I-I don't want t-to d-do things w-with you a-anymore." Timmy stammered anxiously, as though afraid for his own safety.

"Excuse me?" Jacobs brown eyes flashed with anger that affectively eclipsed the hurt he felt in his chest.

"I don't like it." Timmy's eyes watered with tears though he fought to stand his ground by looking directly into Jacob's fiery eyes. "You hurt me when the other boys are around. You call me names. And then when we're alone all you want is my body and after you threaten me. I don't like it! I don't like you!"

"Are you serious?!" Jacob stepped towards grabbing him by the collars and shoving him up against a tree. "You think you can end things with me?! Every girl would kill for me to court them and marry them, and you think a freak like you could ever get anyone else. You'll be alone like the loser freak you are." Jacob threw his hands up in utter disbelief, confusion washing over his as he watched the smaller lad cower in fear at his raised hands. "I'm not going to hit you, Timmy..." HE furrowed his brows at Timmy's reaction, his voice taking a noticeably softer tone than before. "Have I ever hit you when it was just you and me?" Asked Jacob, prompting Timmy to shake his head in response. "Then when the hell will you realise I don't want to hurt you!?" Jacob raised his voice again, more in frustration at the situation rather than Timmy; but before he could continue, he was cut off by the a voice beckoning from behind them.

"Hello there, boys!" Jacob and Timmy both jolted in surprise, the taller blond boy backing up away from Timmy at lightning speed as they both glanced up to see Thomas tipping his hat at them whilst sitting on his steed, with a silently passive looking Henry on the horse behind.