[✔] Fragile (boyxboy)

Chapter 24. Out of Control

~21.07.2013, 8. 05 a.m., IVAN HENDRIK~

I only realized of what I had done the moment I feel the impact and the sting on my lips. I can taste the rusty liquid in my mouth. Blood. My eyes are widened in shock, trying to figure out what had happened. Fuck! I threw a punch at him? And he punched me back? Damn. I lost control. Why?

Angel is laughing, Jeremy is looking at me quizzically, and this person they call Master is staring back at me with the same expression and probably the same feeling that I am feeling; confusion.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" Jeremy asked.

Exactly. Why? I wonder too. I look at Jeremy and feel like slapping him so I divert my attention towards Angel who's laughing like she's watching children fighting at the playground. I feel like hitting her instead. So, I look back at the person I hit, staring deep into his icy dark brown eyes, and I couldn't say a word to him.

"I'll leave you boys to be boys...," Angel said, with her Russian accent, teasing us in a way, I think... as she walks out of the room with her high heels tapping the floor like a model on a runaway.

Jeremy only watches her leave, so do I, and the guy I just hit. Jeremy, instead, puts both of his hands on his waist, like a mother feeling irritated over a misbehaved son. Over me. "Ivan, can we talk?" He said, tone subtle, but I notice the hint of irritation on his voice. I only nod at him and he places one of his hands above my shoulder on the uninjured side and ushers me just off a little distance from Master. "What is wrong with you?" He asked me directly, looking deep into my eyes.

"I-...," What am I to say? "I don't know," I said. The truth. I really don't know what is wrong with me. I just... "I just don't like him touching you and kissing you and having his hands all over you. You'r-..." Wait. Am I really going to say this next word? Is that what I'm really feeling?

"You're-...?" Jeremy asked for my continuation, crossing his arms, looking up at me. There's this sarcastic look on his face like he's telling me 'I can wait all day long, Ivan'.

I grin at him. Jeremy acting like a mom is adorable. "You're mine, obviously," I said exactly what I had in mind cockily and that got him laughing real loud at me. I wonder why I feel my chest burns with pain when he does that. Is he not taking me seriously?

When he stops laughing, he takes a deep breath. An amused grin never leaves his face. "Ivan, Ivan, Ivan whore... When will you ever see that you can't have everything?" He asked me with a mocking look on his face. "Do you think you own me, Ivan?" He asked. My heart is breaking. That look in his eyes, on his face, the smile he has... I ever saw those once. "I belong to no one. I was only using you," he said. It was like a slap to my face. Yeah. Those mocking eyes, I used to see them... in me... years ago... when I was a bully... towards him. Is this revenge, Jeremy?

I didn't say anything back to him. I couldn't say anything. If I had said something, I'm afraid my tears would fall or I might scream or it will be just fucking obvious of how hurt I am really feeling. So, I just shut the fuck up and look away. I think he can notice that little hurt look in my eyes but that will just be it. He won't get to see more of how I'm feeling right now. I hear him let out a little mocking hum and leaves the room in the same path as Angel had taken.

There's a moment of silence... until I heard someone speaks. "Care to take a seat, Mr. Hendrik?" I look at the one who was asking. I had almost forgotten that he's the only one left in this room with me. He pulled out a chair for me to sit. The seat is just opposite to his. Like a forced confrontation...

"You...," I called out to him. I meant to apologize for what I did but I couldn't form the words with my mouth. I just take the seat he provided for me. He is slightly taller than me, I only notice that now. Even as we are sitting face to face, I have to look up a little to meet his eyes.

"Call me Brandon," he said politely. "Pardon me for hitting you," he added. He has a soft smile on his face. It soothes my heartache a little, I wonder why.

"No. I'm the one who's supposed to apologize," I admitted. Wait. Brandon? "Did you just say you're Brandon?" I asked. He nodded. "The Brandon... boyfriend, ex-boyfriend of JJ?" I asked more. He grins at me. That proves I'm right. "So, you're 'Master'?" I asked and look around a little, trying to make sense of things. God. I'm more confused than ever. My head is aching a little, maybe due to the loss of blood from my wound and the situation.

"I'm sure you have many questions right now," he guessed.

Correct. "So much that I didn't know which one should go first," I agreed.

He smiles knowingly. "Why don't I start with a story?" He asked. I look at him for a moment and think that it doesn't hurt to hear a little story, isn't it?

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