Psycho

CHAPTER 15

Acker watched with a glum face as his friend stayed glued in place. His hands deep in his pockets, visible fists forming through them and his back muscles flexed in tension.

He couldn't bear to watch his pain through the glass doors. He was back turned but he was sure of the extreme hurt that reflected on Colton's face. He wished he could just go in and hug the man but he knew better. All he could do was watch, then and even now.

Colton remained motionless, his eyes down and the tension could be felt from outside as well.

Acker suddenly turned away from the sight, sensing the familiar sting of his own eyes. He causiously took a few steps back as well.

Several minutes later, the door squeaked open, slowly revealing a puffy eyed Colton. The man was never one to cry but at a time like this, Acker was ready to be his shoulder to cry on, his support. If only he'd let him.

"Let's go" Colton rasped lowly, nudging his head towards the elevator and his friend nodded quietly.

The walk to the end of the corridor felt like hours of tiring trudges for the heavy hearted man. He didn't quite believe the news by the inspector at first but seeing the situation for himself made him break inside.

The pang in his chest was achingly familiar. This had happened once in the past. Then, it had riled up different emotions, guilt, worry, fear... Love.

As they both entered the elevator, Acker didn't miss the spaced out expression on his best friend's face.

"Colt" no response.

"Colton" he tugged on the man's arm slightly, managing to get his attention.

"Huh?"

"You gonna be alright?" He wouldn't lie, or rather, he couldn't.

"Colt, please let me in" Acker urged quietly with his teeth latched on his lower lip but the man mindlessly looked away from his friend, shifting his gaze to the flashy buttons by the door.

The rest of the ride down to the reception was quiet, tense and stiff. Both men had stepped out of the elevator with blank faces. Acker was worried for his friend, this wasn't the first time something similar had occurred and at that time, Colton was a drunken mess for weeks, he just hoped that he could at least last the next few days sober and somewhat emotionally stable.

They had walked out of the building, heading directly for Colton's car.

"I'll drop you off at the hospital" Colton informed quietly.

"Promise me you'll go home, Colt, I don't want you working in this state" Colton didn't need to be told twice, he nodded.

"I mean it Colt, home, not the pub or the bar" Acker empathized, waving a warning finger at him.

"Home" he repeated, more to his friend than himself.

.......

His head throbbed severely as his heavy eyelids glued his eyes shut. The place was painfully familiar. He'd always come here when it all turned mysteriously...dark.

He let out a small moan of pain as his fingers pressed down, massaging his aching temples. His eyes managed to eventually peel open, staring down as figures began morphing into place before his blurry eyes.

It was here that it'd always begin, strange dark figures all taking their seats at the large rectangular table. All frigid and emotionless like puppets.

"All sit" the robotic voice filtered into the room, the source was unknown but he obeyed it, scrambling down to the chair before him.

His eyes soon wandered down at what appeared to be food on a plate. He wasn't in the mood to eat, he was never in the mood to eat. Besides, he didn't think it was a good idea eating something he couldn't even see properly.

His eyes shifted up to the faces, squinting and trying their hardest to identify even one person but it was impossible. It was really no use until he found one of the boys vibrating slightly, he appeared to be crying but no one seemed to be paying him any attention.

"Hello?" He whispered out, trying to get someone's attention but the entire table seemed to sharply turn their heads in his direction.

As always, he opens his mouth to speak but no words would come out. The entire room turns dark and it feels like jolts of electricity are furiously raving throughout his entire body.

"Simon" and an inaudible last name is whispered by a strange feminine voice.

His eyes shoot open. He's in the usual state, out of breath, a pounding heart and his sheets moist with sweat.

"Another similar nightmare" he quickly sat up, taking a deep breath for relief. His fingers reached up and combed through his luscious black strands as he threw his head back.

He shut his eyes, inhaling another deep breath when a loud sound erupted without warning. The boy jumped slightly in place, quickly getting off the bed.

"Could that be sir?" He whispered to himself, quickly glancing over at the clock.

"How did I sleep all day, it's eight o' clock!" He rushed out of the room, almost tripping over air as he quickly made his way down the stairs.

The boy immediately spotted what must have caused the loud sound. Shattered pieces of what used to be a flower vase laid on the floor next to the couch.

Seconds later, stumbling in from the kitchen a drunken mess was...

"Sir?" The boy rushed over to his side, clutching on his arm.

"Sir" he tugged on the man's sleeve, trying to get his attention.

"What do you want, leave me alone" slurs of replies spewed from his lips as he roughly shoved the boy away.

The boy had landed not too far away from him with a small whimper. He then looked up at Colton, feeling a strange sensation quickly take over.

Innocent pale blue eyes went fiery with lust as his mind went blank of reason. All that rang in him now; Colton.