Disenchanted.

Chapter 1: Famous Last Words

"Did you roll into town yet? " Skyle's voice said over the phone.

"Yes I rolled into town " Denver replied to his younger brother annoyed.

Skyle's laughter could be heard across the speaker.

"I don't understand, why do I have to shift, just for a rift? " Denver asked.

"It's better this way plus, it does not exactly hurt anyone or anything, just a temporary situation" Skyle said.

" Just for a couple of Famous last words, though they were all wrong " Denver said scoffing.

"Just.. Try to acquaint and settle in, I'll be there by tomorrow probably" Skyle said.
"Fine " Denver hung up.

He rolled his eyes again as he almost threw his phone on the table. "Stupid famous last words " He muttered as he grabbed his coat and went out of the house.

-x-

" Hey do you have a smoke?" Denver turned to his right to look at the owner of the voice.
He was sitting at a local bar,drinking in peace when this young boy comes outta nowhere asking him this.

"Aren't you a little young for a smoke? " He said looking at the boy, who was barely even 20.
"Who are you to give me shit? " The boy asked, giving Denver a glare. "Yeah well I may not be your deadbeat dad who can't handle a child but I know it's not good for you" Denver said raising  his voice a bit.

"If you say one more word about my dad, it will surely be your last words" The boy said pointing his finger at Denver's face.

"Don't you point that thing at me, listen kid, I have enough experience with daddy issues to know that this is not the right way for revenge " Denver said trying to calm the boy down. "Yeah your daddy sure made you his bitch " The boy said smirking.

That was it. Bam. Denver hit a punch against the boy's face. "What did you say? "
Another one.
"My-"
Another one.
"Dad-"
Another one.
"Did not -"
Another one.
"Make me his -"
Another one.
"Fucking Bitch"
A last one.

The boy staggered and fell down. His whole face was covered in blood. A bruised eye, teeth knocked out and the boy was unconscious. You could say he might even have a concussion.

"Hey hey hey " A strong voice came from behind him and Denver's hands were handcuffed behind him. He was being dragged to a police car. "Great " He muttered rolling his eyes.

He was pushed into the back of the car and the doors were locked. Denver was just so frustrated, he was done with everything. First the goddamn Famous last words. Then the town shift cause of that. Then the shitty bar. And then fucking teenagers. He had enough.

After a while or so, a man got in the driver's seat of the car. He didn't say a word and started driving. Denver could make out, a strong body, through the police uniform and well sharp features.Denver looked up at the rear view mirror to get a look at the man's face but he could not see a thing.

So just annoyed with the silence, Denver decided to break it. "So, you taking me to the police station? " He asked, as politely as he could. The man gave a curt nod. Silence fell again. It was a long drive.

"So, how long am I gonna be there? " He asked again after some time. "Depends on your reason to hit the kid " The man spoke up.

Denver was stunned, his voice was smooth, rough and really sexy. And when he was speaking, he had looked at Denver through the mirror and Denver had seen his eyes. They were gorgeous pair of blue eyes, Denver felt like drowing in that ocean. Denver was getting lost in thoughts when the man spoke again.