Psycho

CHAPTER 3

  The scarlet red liquid trickled down the throat of the man, Colton Acre. The man was as dominant and as fierce as they come. Rarely giving two shits about anyone other than himself, friend or family. So why bother with this strange boy, he asked himself.

  The question stayed afloat in his mind, triggering thoughts but still left unanswered. His glass stayed gripped in his firm hold as he raised it up to his lips, tipping the glass and allowing the contents to spill unto his velvet tongue.

  As he drank away, a small intermission wreaked the once silent mood. Soon, a familiar shaky voice filtered into the room through the small speakers on the wall.

"I.. I'm done sir" he suddenly gulped down the entire glass in one swift motion. His legs found the floor as he gently hopped off the high stool before heading straight for the bathroom with some old clothes of his in his hand.

  Clothes from this adolescent years when he used to down countless glasses of whisky before going on reckless drunken joyrides with his boyfriend and his friends.

  A small frown crept upon his face at the memory. He missed him, too bad he was in a better and more deserving place. That little rascal.

  Colton had shrugged off those memories quickly, he didn't need to be reminded of his past. His feet swerved smoothly at the entrance of the corridor. His eyes spotted the familiar door as he inched closer towards it.

He opened the door slowly, finding the boy with his head down and on his knees, a towel wrapped snuggly round his thin waist. He frowned knowingly as images began to form in his head.

  A slight ignition of power sparked in his chest as he strained his words. He was reminded of the delicate memory but before it could manifest, the fires were extinguished the moment he realised the reason the boy was in that position.

He had been too engaged as he acutely studied the patterns on the hand crafted floorboards.

The patterns were of the Hawaiian culture, where his mother hails from. The symbols told old legends and folktales plus they were magnificently crafted and gave the bathroom a culturally rich but classy flare.

"My mother's touch" the man mused, a sense of pride in his maternal heritage slipping from his slightly smiling lips.

  The boy's head darted up quickly at his words. Instinctively, the man's smile faded as soon as their eyes met. The firing masculinity stunned the boy, leaving him motionless and hexed under the man's mesmerizing charms.

"Here" he threw the clothes at the boy. His shaky hands managed to get a hold of the clothes midair. His eyes peered down at the clothes before he quickly scrambled up to his feet.

  As the boy stood, Colton got a chance to silently study his scrawny stature. He didn't look like he was over 5,5, barely had enough fat in his dainty form, his hair was also looking less horrific. He looked quite decent except for the fact that he was purely skin and bones.

  Under all that grime was a boyish but mature chiseled face. A straight pointy nose graced lightly with freckles and pale blue eyes with silver specs adorning them. Instead of the mess from earlier, his black luscious hair flowed down to his shoulders and had a silky shimmer to it.

He definitely looked alot better than earlier. A nice looking face although he did seem to be on the twink side with his minuscule stature.

"Um... you're staring" the boy voiced out knowingly, his fingers beginning to spasm slightly in discomfort. Colton did his best to derail his gaze, lowering his eyes.

"You can put them on and meet me in the living room" Colton instructed, poniting lazily at the clothes in his hold and the boy replied in an abscent whisper, okay.