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

Chapter 28

France POV

I woke up, drowsy, and having a slight throb to where my so called "father" cut me on my face. Annoyed I looked down at my hands noticing the two leaders laying on either side of me, both having one of my hands with intertwined fingers. I smiled a little, feeling the sense of love very slowly again. Soon a pain shot up in my skull making me let out a pained groan, waking the leaders up in process.

"Are you okay baby boy," Dean said as he sat up and lightly placed his other hand on my forehead, cool to the touch I let out a sigh.
"Now I feel better," I say leaning forward into his hand.

Knocking was heard outside the room I was in, and Jeremiah, still silent as a mouse, went to open it and Jacob came in.

"Hi, France how are you feeling?," he asked as he shooed Dean and his cold hand away.
"Hot...tired...want to go home... you know, stuff people would say when there kidnapped," I grumbled.
"Ha ha, very funny," he says with sarcasm in his voice, checking my pulse, looking at his watch.

"I think your stable enough to go home, but your on bed rest for a while," he says standing up.
"Also Bosses, don't skip work, or a bunch of people will start killing each other." He sternly told Jeremiah and Dean as he walks out the door.

The two sighed, and Dean came over and picked me up bridal style and walked out of the room. I closed my eyes and nuge my forehead in the crook of his neck. I did not want to see the places where my father once possibly stood anywhere in this building. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

I guess, getting kidnapped is mentally and physically draining.

~Time skip~
Jeremiah POV

I haven't been able to rest or sleep without waking up in cold sweat. After seeing France how he was, I wished we have gotten there sooner. We were in the vehicle, with a driver, and soon was at our house, with Melissa waiting outside for us.

As we went inside after our very short greeting with Melissa, we went upstairs, and Dean put kitten to bed. I stood outside of our room, to nervous to even go in. Dean suddenly came out and grabbed my hand and pulled me in. I avoid eye contact as he made me sit down on the couch in the lounge area. And sat next to me. I could tell he was staring at the side of my face, as I was looking down at the ground, still a nervous wreck.

"Jeremiah, you know France is hurt because of his asshole of a father and not you, right?," He said sternly.
I just nodded.
He gripped the collar of my shirt and soon my eyes were met with his.
"Words Jeremiah, I need words, or I know your lying." He says sternly, his blue eyes never falter.
My eyes moved down to look away from his piercing stare.

That was all Dean needed to see. He wrapped his arms around me and engulfed me in a warm embraced. I slowly put my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Jeremiah, you know that even if you look very hard into it, we wouldn't have been able to do this alone, and that is why we took our time and energy to save someone that you and I hold dearly at heart. You also know damn well that we couldn't stop what happened back then as well, or we wouldn't have to be like this today," he said.

I stayed quite trying to process what he said.

Me and Dean had been friends to lovers for a very long time, we stuck with together even when we moved from the country in Montana to the cities in Minnesota. We were 21 when we met France and his parents, France was 17, and we all got along. France father worked as a governor for the state of Minnesota, and France mother worked by his side.

Me, Dean, and France hung out alot until France and his parents got into a terrible accident, which lead to France having memory loss. And loss all the memories that we have made. This was when his father started to lose his mind, and we didn't see France. But we already caught feelings.

The fact that he was brought to us was something that made both of us shocked, and the fact that he felt somewhat comfortable with us, showed that he still somewhat remembers our touch.

And when he finally felt comfortable to let us love him, he opened up, but hopefully he can also help all of the country to get out of this shit show. And when he figure that why he isn't being told the full  truth, we just wanted to protect him. Cause if we told him everything, he would never belive us.

"Jeremiah..." Dean wispherd

"Let get him and everyone else out of this mess"

"..."

"Lets"

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Sorry for taking a bit... my mental health have been rapidly declining and I been losing the motivation to do things I loved, so I hope I'll be able to post more, but don't get too excited.

Also plz give me some different artists I can listen too while writing, cause that seem to work pretty well.

That all....

Have a good day/night

-Radio