Psycho

CHAPTER 13

  As soon as the boy went to to his room. He lazily shut the door behind him, trudging towards his bed and crashing upon it weakly. He groaned in exhaustion as his tired eyes mindlessly scanned the room.

  He was contemplating taking a shower when his wandering eyes suddenly fixed on his closet, he noticed the door was slightly open. He frowned, tilting his head a bit.

  He took a small huff of breath, hoisting himself up to his feet. His frown was still prominent as he began to inch closer.

  Finally standing in front of it, eyes studied it with confusion for a while, then he remembered. Agnes had brought fresh clothes the previous night. She must have not closed it properly, he thought, shrugging.

  He reached out to shut the door when he noticed something glisten amongst the layers of clothes.
 
  His eyes squinted, half shut. Soon enough he noticed the gun. He'd kept it in the closet thinking it'd be safe and hidden till he could actually get rid of it but here it was barely exposed.

"Agnes must've found it" he panicked, quickly grabbing the weapon from the old ripped denim jacket pocket.

  His head whisked left and right, anxiously looking for a better hiding place. He didn't know whether Agnes must have told sir already but he wasn't willing to take any chances.

  The boy was confused, slightly sweaty and jittery when suddenly, he heard a knock on his door.

"Kid" Colton's voice filtered through the door and the boy jumped a bit in place.

  Agnes must have said something already. Quickly, he shoved the gun down his pants. It's a good thing his jeans were a bit baggy, he thought to himself.

"C.. come in sir" immediately the door opened, Colton and Agnes walked in.

  The boy flashed a nervous smile to which Agnes fired back with a scared but hardened glare.

"Are you feeling alright?" Colton suddenly asked but the boy only nodded back to him.

"I assume you forget about rule number one hm?" Colton said, giving him a blank stare and the boy frowned, the same set of rules he'd blacked out after, waking up to no memory of even a single one.

"Um, sorry sir"  his head went down and Colton sighed, gracing the anxious boy with a soft gaze before shifting over to the closet.

"Are my old clothes fitting you alright?" Colton quickly changed the subject, deciding to tackle the matter gradually by asking random questions that would eventually lead him to check the closet.

"They're perfect" the younger gulped loudly, watching as Colton now began to walk closer to the closet.

"Sir, the denim jacket" Agnes muttered to Colton as she now followed behind him but the younger had heard her loud and clear.

  Now, Colton was only inches away from the closet. His hands reached out and grasped the handles before slowly opening the closet.

"You sure you don't need me to buy you new clothes?" He asked, raking his hands through the hung shirts and jackets.

"N..no sir" the younger let out a sigh of relief as he noticed Agnes's glare turn to a frown.

"The jacket pocket" now, she pointed and Colton abruptly shut the door almost crushing her shaky fingers.

"Very well then, you may come down for breakfast in a few minutes" Colton said to the boy and he nodded, his eyes then shifted to scowl at the anxious woman.

"Leave" with that simple order, the woman's head sunk and she silently walked out of the room, Colton's scowl still directed at her.

  Colton turned curtly to the boy, staring into his eyes before briefly lowering his gaze.

  The boy's breath hitched sharply. The gun, it must have formed a bulge. Colton's eyes had stopped at his crotch making him shift and squirm in place.

"Sir?" He called and Colton's eye immediately darted up. It wasn't long before the man decided to leave, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he was alone, a sharp breath of relief was let out. The boy basically ran to the door, locking it quickly. He then rested on the shut door, his knees going numb with the fright of nearly being caught by Colton.

  He needed to get rid of that gun, as quickly as possible.

  Meanwhile, downstairs was filled with tension. The table was set but the prominent scowl on Colton's face never left the poor woman.

"Sir, I swear on my daughter's grave I'm not lying, I did infact see a gun, please sir" she pleaded desperately, her tone shook as tears began to form in her eyes.

"Agnes" his voice was rigid.

"S..sir" her head was bowed before him as tears now seeped down her creased cheeks.

"Whatever you saw, as long as there's no proof, I can't be a judge and I don't know about you but I'm two hours late for work and I'm too pissed to have my time wasted any longer, pack up my breakfast and refrigerate it, Ray will come get it in the afternoon so do be back by noon to give it to him, heated and steaming, no excuses" with that, he left.

  The woman was practically shivering in place even as the elevator doors steadily consumed the still scowling face.

"Sir?" Her head darted up at the stairs. The boy wore a sly smirk on his face as his eyes fixed on her making her gulp nervously.

I feel like this story is stiff...is it the writing style? Characters? I don't even know but something feels stiff and somewhat uninteresting to me...