Yearning for him (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

17 years later.

Only a feeble outline of a shivering mass could be made out from the otherwise lonely, cold and bleak bedroom. It was very dark with no light lit up and none coming from the heavy, silky black curtains. The pitch black atmosphere was almost impenetrable, engulfing all the items present within including the quivering form. The silhouettes of a bed, nightstand, bookshelf and dresser could be fairly discernible from the feeble light penetrating through gap underneath the large and heavy double-doors.

There was nothing warm and only sinister about that place. It smelled something of evil mixed with years long embedded fear. The dark brown floor was cold and clammy giving rise to an eerie feel and chillness climbing ones spine. Quietness and ominous spread throughout the air and suffocated one's lungs. 

Hardly tiny gasps of breathe and pathetic panic filled whimpers could be heard in the somber without even a tick of the clock. 

Why am I so stupid? Why couldn't I follow the rules? Such thoughts were wildly running around the cowering male's head as he further pulled his knees to his chest and tried becoming one with the wall.

Stupid. So stupid.

The boy, seemingly a man, was once a very beautiful young lad with thick, wavy black hair, chocolatey brown eyes, and long curled eye lashes that would span over his chubby cheeks. He has a cute diamond shaped face with thin pencil-drawn, pinkish lips. His skin was a pale but healthy white. With a slender figure of 5 foot and well defined abdomen and body, he could draw in any man and woman towards him.

But six long years in an abusive relationship has slowly but surely deprived the boy of his luscious features and turned into a gloomy, dull person. He still has those cute dimples when he smiles and some baby fat in his cheeks. His eyes had long since lost the usual brightness and now filled with terror and sorrow that are sadder than sunset or rain. His eyelashes have stopped fluttering and is constantly holding large water droplets. The smile once from bottom of his heart and accentuated with white teeth turning a melancholic face into a luminous one, has succumbed to a pretentious and fake one. The body no longer healthy but just skin and bones with sickly pale appearance.

Anyone could say he is miserable if they look deep, so Levi has to take extra care into not revealing his situation to outsiders. He is always a dazzling person in front of others but a dejected and heartbroken when alone.

He had lost his childish temper and tantrums and is no longer an outspoken person. Rather he became a shell oozing cowardliness and timid human. Round the clock worrying about punishments make you one.

Soon the thumping of heavy shoes filled the eerie silence permeating the room. 

Creak. Door opened signaling the arrival of doom in a moment. 

With every step closer, he curled up tighter and tighter into a ball, shivering and struggling to stifle a scream. The closer they came, the heavier they sounded; the more they echoed off the wooden floor and concrete ceilings, the more he wished he hadn't stepped out of his designated boundary. Heartbeat pounding in his ears, blocking out other sounds.

The final steps halted just in front of his curled form. He was paralyzed to his root with menacing aura of the foreboding man holding him in a constricting grip. The man in front was handsome oozing with masculinity and  moving in a leopard like grace. However, one cannot be fooled by his almond shaped green eyes, bristly eyebrows and hawkish nose. His eyes are very, very dead. Unlike the one with hopelessness or resignation to fate but nothing was human nor any warmth or loved light emitted behind them. A vicious smirk on his face accentuates his high cheekbones and a concrete jaw.