Psycho

CHAPTER 6

  Colton's work wasn't quite like any other, a tasking office job as the owner of a chain of businesses all centered on commercial food production.  Being CEO, Colton had his perks but he wasn't one to fully exercise these privileges for various reasons.

Now, it was simply another quiet day at his work place. Same old tedious paperwork, boring atmosphere and silence surrounding him. It was all so sudden but not unexpected when he received a call from his secretary alertinh him of his friend's presence. He groaned outwardly.

"What are you doing here?" Colton sighed, shaking his head as the man entered, shutting the one way glass doors behind him.

"Excited to see me eh Mr Acre?" the Brit grinned, gaiting closer towards his friend who was mindlessly typing away, not favouring his presence one bit.

"Don't you have a hospital to run Ack?" Colton asked, mock concern spilling from his words as he let his fingers dance about the keyboard.

  His friend returned his playfully witty tone with an equally playful eye roll as he halted his steps, now standing before the man's organized desk.

"Always the workaholic" Acker teased, sighing hopelessly as he pulled out a chair, descending upon it with a light huff.

"Unlike you, I don't have a personal assistant to dump all my work on" Colton shook his head making his friend erupt in a brief laughter at his statement.

"Allen is still new, I'm not dumping my work on him...yet" the man smiled radiantly, a permanent playful glimmer shimmering in his eyes.

  The man leaned unto the desk, propping his elbows against the glass, his head dipped into his palm by his chin.

  Colton rolled his eyes, giving his friend a playfully disappointed look, shaking his head as well before reverting his eyes back at the computer screen.

"What? It's not like I asked to own the Hospital, you know I don't like paperwork, Colt" Acker chuckled.

"Now..." with a breath, Acker pushed back on the chair, ascending from his seat. He proceeded to take slow strides towards his friend.

"...What are you doing, Ack?" Colton asked, neither his eyes nor his busy fingers stopping to give the man any attention as he placed just behind him.

"You work way too much man, when will you... get back in the game?" His tone went gravely low as he proceeded to snake a caring hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I don't remember playing any games before" Colton monotoned, his laid back tone masking the real topic of the matter as his gaze on his screen faltered for a second.

"You know what I'm talking about" Acker's hand squeezed for good measure, eliciting an involuntary groan from Colton.

Stop it Acker

  The words faded in his throat as his friend's hold on his shoulder loosened shortly after. His chest throbbed as his lungs pulsed, in taking and expelling in forms of unsteady and desperate pants.

  Without warning, Acker crouched down. His lips just inches away from Colton's ear. Every warm breath felt sent tingling sensations down his spine as images from his past hovered behind his blurrying vision.

"Don't you miss it" he finally whispered against his ear and Colton's shaky fingers froze.

"Hearing the pleas and watching skin break and most importantly..." He took an agonizing pause, teasing Colton with the feel of his steady and fiery breaths.

"...The blood"

Stop!

Colton suddenly riled up enough energy to shove his numb body away from the man. He'd ascended to his feet in desperate hopes of escaping the incoming memories. It was all in the past and Acker had no right to reopen old wounds.

"Don't you dare bring any of that up" he warned harshly, a daring finger wavering, a glare in his eyes and a growl ecaping his lips. Acker knew he was gravely serious but he knew it had to be said.

"You'll never..." Colton was enraged, not letting Acker finish his sentence.

"Enough" his fist banged down on the desk making the older man flinch. A little more force and Acker was sure the glass desk would have shattered under his glowering fist.

"I'm sorry" Acker gave up, whispering an unsincere apology.

  Colton's eyes shut as his head hung back. Both hands clenching to fists as his sides as he tried quenching internal flames of... fury? Fury wasn't the right word for his emotions and he knew, but It'd have to do for now.

  For the time being, Colton still appeared shook from their conversation but he was hell bent on avoiding such talks in the future but for now, he needed to calm down.

  Slowly, his eyes shimmered once more, prying eyelids desperately apart, loosening fists and slowing heart rates. He took a seat again.

"I'll check on home" Colton said, trying to take his mind off the matter even though the feeling still lingered painfully within him.

  Acker had quietly gone back to his seat, picking up and playing with a pen for his own entertainment, patiently waiting for the tension still present in the air to fade away.

.....

   Acker had begun to grow bored after a long and awkwardly silent while so he let his eyes briefly rise up to notice his friend's brows furrowed in immense concentration.

"What's wrong?" Acker asked, watching as his eyes were glued to the screen.

The man worried about what his friend could have been looking at so he quickly got up from the chair, placing down the pen and walking over to stand behind Colton.

  On the screen were several divisions, showing different rooms in Colton's penthouse.

"Why do you have cameras in the guestroom what ever happened to privacy eh?" Acker crossed his arms over his chest.

"My home my rules, Ack" Colton said making his friend roll his eyes at him.

"You really need to get out more" Acker teased and his friend scoffed, checking his watch before proceeding to shut off his computer.

"Wanna grab lunch with me or do you want to stay in my office and annoy the shit out of the furniture as well" Colton joked even with a serious face making his friend chuckle.

  Both men left the office, Colton with a slight scowl as his friend threw an arm over his shoulder.

.....

  Back at the penthouse, the boy sat stiffly on the edge of the bed. His eyes empty and staring off into space, his mind was blank and his vision was blurry. Suddenly, as if he were under an influence, he instinctively shoved his hand underneath his pillow, retrieving the foreign object from earlier.

  He didn't know what to do with it as it seemed like he just couldn't get rid of it, at least for as long as he was couped up in the Penthouse.

  He sighed loudly, raising it up to his eyes, thank full that the maid hadn't caught him when he was bringing it up from the downstairs bathroom just moments before.

  Something about hiding the fact that he had a gun from Colton bothered him, maybe a little too much too. He wanted to be free but it didn't seem like he could get a chance to dispose of the weapon.

  The boy sighed once more, pushing it under his pillow again. He'd just have to hold onto it for now.