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

Chapter 26

(Warning: there is going to be some abuse in this chapter in Fances POV, so be warned)

Jeremiah POV

He's gone.
"God dammit..." I muttered underneath my breath.

I was in a guest room after running off, away from where France's watch/wristband layed in the closet where he hid. I was currently sitting on the ground, knees up with my head resting on them, laying my back on the door. I know I am or will get a panic attack, so I'm trying really hard to control my emotions, and not break down.

Soon, I started hearing voices. Some of which I never wanted to hear again. I started to shake, breathing heavily, as the voices continue to taunt me.

'Stop acting like a baby, haha'
'You little shit, be better'
'No one will love you, absolutely no one'
'Bisexual? Sounds just as confusing as you'

Soon the voices were interrupted by light knocking from the door. I got up and opened it to be met with a hug from the similar smell of forest sent, Dean. I hugged him back tightly, afraid to let go yet again. He soon pulled away, letting his hands rest against my shoulders.

"What did the note say?," I asked, waiting for a devastating answer.
"Read it for yourself," he says calmly, taking the note out of his pocket and giving it to me.

I glanced at his eyes to see if I could find any emotion shown in his eyes or body language, but like usually,  I could not. I looked back down and unfolded it, and started reading.

Dear leaders of The Black Spades,
I'm letting you know that France will not be attending any of your "games" anymore. He will be under supervision by me, cause I'm his father after all. You will never be able to see him again after a few days, so in those few days...

Try and find him.

Yours truly,
K.Roberts

That son of a bitch!
I let out a low, and forced sigh, as I fold the letter back in to its original little square. I looked back at Dean, seeing his brows scrunched, and his lips formed a frown. We both know that we have to find him, for the sake of our sanity, and he's a key to a whole different story. That could possibly get this fucked up world to not be so fucked up.

We soon made our way into our personal office to start plans with alliances, and to make a couple that will hopefully benefit us. Let's just hope the few days isn't tomorrow.

France POV

I am waiting very patiently for something to happen today. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for but I am waiting.

"Well, well, well France, it seems like you are comfortable." A male voice says, as I jump and quickly looked up to see my mistake of a father.
"Dont look too suprised, France. After all, I am back, and ready to do anything to help his son," he chuckled, sounding force.

I just stared at him in disgust and hatred.

"Do you think that I'll forgive you?," I ask angerly.
"If you think that, you're fucking stupid. I have waited for a long 3 fucking years to see your ass again, and during those 3 years I learned many things that I bet your high ass couldn't even tof learning today. After, quote on quote, meeting the leaders of the Black Spades, I never would've thought that they were the nicest, fucking most decent human beings. Ever since that fucking fight that you got caught up with, I lost trust in you and my love for you, you pice of sh-"

*Smack*

My head swayed to the side, as I was shocked when my father slapped me. Making me shut up in the process.

"God dammit child, you just can't shut up can you," he says angerly putting his hand back in his coat pocket and sighs.
"I really fucking wish you aren't as smart as you are."

Hearing those words come out of my father's mouth, killed me. I once use to love this man. He was kind, funny, sarcastic... but now he is someone that I never met. A abuser, drug addict, and probably so much more.

"Aw, why is my son crying," he questions.

Suddenly he grips my hair and pulled it up to meet eye level with him towering over me, because I'm still stuck in this damn chair, almost naked(I only have boxer on).

"You know that boy's don't cry, so shut up and take this beating faggot!" He yells in my face, his breath smelling like cigarettes and drugs.

~~~Some time later~~~

I hear the door clicked softly, after the beating. I am still breathing heavily, trying very hard to stay awake, even through all of the pain. My vision blurred and soon turn black. I could feel my body slump in the chair, that I was still chained too. And I soon fell into a deep sleep.

Please come quickly Dean and Jeremiah...

Please

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Sorry for the day late update! School was being a bitch and I was very unmotivated. So I hope you enjoyed.

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