Psycho

CHAPTER 33

It was a quiet drive. The sky was a grim blue as streaks of illumination pierced the dull color, thunderous sounds following after. The boy's cheek was pressed against his shoulder, dead eyes fixed on the windows while the frigid air outside left clouds of vapor reflecting on the inside. He sighed.

The only sound apart from the striking of harsh drops of water against the metallic surface of the vehicle was the dull sound of soft tunes spilling from the radio. His eyes grew deader than ever as he notice the vehicle come to a slow stop, parking outside a large modern home; the unfamiliarity of it had his eyes stinging.

His head ached, as he reached up to wipe a knowing hand over his glossy eyes. He pulled on the little lever, pushing back on the car door. Drops of water trampled upon his dark hair as he quickly made his way to the front door, trailing behind the older man.

Shivering slightly in place, he waited as the man knocked on the door before him.

"Coming!" He heard a smallish screech come from the other side.

There they stood for the next few seconds, patiently waiting. Meanwhile, the boy's lifeless eyes studied the man before him; short dark brown hair, crooked smile and sea green eyes. He was no Colton Acre.

"It's alright son, you'll be fine" his English accent seemed to spark a sense of irritation in him but he felt too weak to act out. He remained quiet, eyes blank and fixated on the wooden door and just then, it creaked open.

A pair of dainty hands flew in to the air, snaking around the man's neck, a playful snicker leaving him almost immediately. S looked up, his eyes meeting amber irises resting just behind a pair of glasses. The boy looked unfamiliar; his long blonde hair rested on his shoulders as his once ginger smile morphed into a blank ashen faced stare.

"This must be him" he said to Acker although his eyes were never moving from the boy's face.

He withdrew his arms from the man's neck, outstretching an open palm to the shivering boy.

"S, correct?" He gave a small nod, taking the handshake although getting slightly uneasy at the way the boy stared him down like he was some sort of strange creature.

"Allen" there was an unpleasant expression buried in his tone. It felt to S as though the man had known him for long, loathing him throughout the time.

He studied the boy's features keenly, checking for any sense of familiarity. There was nothing he could recall from his lanky form, vibrant amber eyes nor his anemic skin. He did not know him from anywhere.

"You two should come in, it's freezing outside" he stated, interrupting the boy's thoughts as he let the door open wider.

All three men welcomed the warmth of the inside as the strange Blondie immediately scurried off, yammering on something about dinner being ready in an hour's time.

"I'll show you to your room"

His heavy feet trudged onwards as he followed the man.

Cold sweat had broken from his brow as the bedroom door shut behind him; He was now alone to wallow in despair. He dared two steps forward, dropping a gaze on the bed and suddenly an image hovered before his eyes.

Pieces of tattered clothing littered in a single trail on the floor, leading to the huge bed. A smile broke his stone face. On the bed laid two men, sweat sleek on the man on top, a dark and dirty brown field crowned his head. His hips gyrate, thrust for thrust as he penetrates the smaller boy beneath him.

The smaller boy wraps his arms around the man's neck, curling his fingers and digging nails in his sculpted back. His lower lip is cradled between his teeth as he swallows screams of pure pain.

Salty droplets drip as the pace quickens. Moans erupt, groans break out and screams spill as the atmosphere grows musky with bodily fluids.

The boy's eyes burn as the scene tortures him deeper and deeper, wounding his already broken heart but just then, a knock reeks from the door.

"Come in"

The door parts slowly with a creak and Acker let's himself slip in. He has sullen eyes on the boy as he clears his throat silently.

He offered the boy a seat on the bed as he urged to start a conversation. He could perceive the gravity weighing down the boy's weak soul but it was very obvious the reason behind it. The boy had come to grow fond of Colton but unfortunately, the circumstances seem to be out of control.

"Son I..."

"He left me" the words stung his tongue as he uttered them but he knew it was the truth. It was the painful reality. His eyes fell in low spirits as warm breaths left his feeble lips. His gut churned as his mind recalled the memory.

Where's my sir?

The man was the first thing that had nipped at his mind as he wactched Acker review the discharge papers Colton himself had signed.

It had been when the man had given no answer that he instantly grew anxious. Worriedly, he had urged the doctor for a reply but the next thing he'd said had broken him to point where he felt something similar to what he had felt when he was back on the streets; abandoned.

Son, he's gone

An unfamiliar feeling had bubbled in his heart that very moment. Something in him broke at that very word. Gone. He felt destroyed, like someone had snatched a large piece of him, leaving him to rot, empty and lost.

His body couldn't take the news. He'd literally broken down to his knees before the man, burying his face in his hands, crying profusely into them. Part of him sad but a greater part was angry. Anger fueled him, anger directed at himself.

You'll be staying with me for a while

He knew a while would last longer than it appeared. He couldn't fathom it all; living with a different man, not getting to see Colton, to smell the lustful mix of sweat and cologne as he arrives from work, to taste him as they become one in the forbidden hours of the night. His jaw clenched and his eyes shut, just at the moment a tear strayed.

He was the one who had driven away the man. It was his fault Colton left him. He was a burden, hardening his life at the delicate point where he had lost someone dear to him. Jealousy sparked in him. He longed for only two things...

To get better

He would do this for Colton's sake, he'd put in his all. He didn't deserve a mental patient as a lover. He would be perfect for him; simply perfect.

To win the man's heart

He would win his love, earn a place in his heart. He would give anything for the man; even if he ended up in utter ruins.

Almost done with this trainwreck...I hope you enjoyed this chapter...anticipate the end and have a nice life....and for those who under isolation and or lockdown....be safe and stay at home