Open Your Eyes. (boy×boy×boy) [FINISHED]

Chapter 25

Jeremiah POV

As I left the house after saying good bye to my love's, and Melissa, I decided to drive my car to work. As I parked and gave my keys to a guard after locking it, I walked into the building. It went silent, and only my footsteps could be heard as I walked to the front desk.

"Good morning sir," the front desk lady says shakily.
I leaned over the countertop and put my lips right next to her ear and whispered.
"He got out, didn't he?" She nodded, panicked.

I leaned back up, and looked around at all the faces that I used to see everyday, now noticing some look suspicious. Many were avoiding eye contact, and are looking at something else, as almost if on cue. A bullet flew through the head of a young woman, that had a camera hanging around her her neck.

I walked over, putting my pistol back in its rightful place. Squatting down to check her camera, and I was right, she was recording.

"If you work for Mr. Roberts and don't show yourself, you will end up like this lovely young lady," I say slowly standing up. With the back of the young women shirt clench in my hand as she was pulled up with me.

Her feet were dangling above the ground, body drooping, as all of the people looked like they were about to shits their pants. Soon some rose their hand's up, terrified of the scene that played out before there very eyes.

Guards took them away, including the dead woman I shot. Good thing the people lie about who kills who, cause I'm not someone that'll be violent when a serious talk was going on. This was only a plan to catch the imposter's, and it only lead to one death for the outcome, luckily.

As people began to work again, I walked upstairs to my office, I texted Dean saying to keep France protected because his father escaped. Then I sat down to do all the overdue papers that needs to be finished.

Time for another tiring day at work...

France POV

I opened my eyes to my stomach rumbling with hunger for some lunch. I got out of Dean's grip quite easily, and slowly walked downstairs to the kitchen. Melissa was in there making some soup for lunch. She smiled lightly as she gave me some of the soup. I started eating the soup before I head a scream coming from Melissa in the other room. It almost sounds like she's been robed.

I quietly got off the stool I was on, and quietly went through a hallway away from the sound. Suddenly a big boom was heard, telling me that, someone had entered the kitchen. I went a little faster, listening to the crashing of dishes behind me.

I clicked the button on the bracelet, hoping for help to be here soon as I walk into a pitch black closet near one of the many back doors of this house. I sat down, and huddled in a ball behind the hung up coats. I heard distance yelling, and thus started going through all of the rooms in the house.

I hope Dean is okay....

Dean's POV

I woke up to womanly shriek and crashing from downstairs. I quickly hopped out of bed and grabbed my gun from underneath. I soon felt my wristband vibrate, showing me France's location. I ran downstairs with my gun in hand, rushing to the kitchen.

As I went to the entryway of the kitchen, Melissa was crying as a man held her hands behind her back, a pice of duck tape covering her mouth as she struggled helplessly, trying to get him off of her. I rosed my gun, more specific a shotgun (automatic), to the man watching Melissa.

As the man fell to his knees with a bullet hole in the side of his head, the others looked around wildly, looking for where the bullet came from. I got out of my spot behind the wall, and proped my gun to my shoulder.

"See you in hell."

I say as I pulled the trigger, and let the automatic do its thing. The intruders dropped down to the floor, as bullets rained down on them. As soon as I saw no living intruder, I helped Melissa to sit on a chair since she was shaken up, and rushed to where the part of the house France was in on the map of my wristband.

I heard people barge in the house again only to be met by Jeremiah rushing towards me. He envelop me in a hug, almost knocking me from my feet.

"Are you okay? Where is France? Is he okay?," he says as he pulls away.
"Calm down, if looks like he hiding," I say calmly looking at the wristband or watch, to see how close ee are to the room he was hiding in.

When we got to the room seconds later, that he was in, we open the door to find only his wristband... and a note....

Where did my baby boy go?