Yearning for him (boyxboy)

Chapter 24

Levi groaned in pain as he started to wake up from his deep slumber. For several minutes he was in a blissful daze, not able to remember anything apart from realizing he felt his body was several pounds heavy. He thought he was was run over by a truck at least thrice. 

He blinked and when he focused on the ceiling of the basement, he once again blinked in confusion. He scrunched his brows as he tried to lift his hand to rub his eyes but something was stopping him. He squinted his eyes and trailed up his arms to find it bound to the headboard.

Levi gasped in surprise and all the memories of previous evenings came flooding in. He whimpered in pain and fear. Him being still here, in this room, meant he wasn't forgiven yet.

But he doesn't want to be here anymore. He pulled his arms in futile, however the ropes only tightened in response, further cutting his circulation.

He sniffled but decided not to shed anymore tears for now, as his sir hates tears.

Heavy footsteps thundered down the room, hitching Levi's breathe and lodging a lump at his throat. He swallowed harshly and with a final tug at his wrists, he laid flatly, disappointedly.

The door banged open revealing a furious hunk of a man with a ringing phone in one of his palm.

Levi squirmed at the terrifying sight and tried to scoot away. He whimpered in fright as a phone landed near his face with a thud after bouncing couple of times on the bed when his sir threw the device. He rapidly blinked his eyes and held his breath as his sir approached him like a predator approaching a prey.

Robert clutched his jaw, turning his head towards the cracked phone. He growled in Levi's ears that caused chills to run up his spine, spreading through his veins. However, it was the words that snatched his breathe completely.

"Who the hell is Timmy?"

As Levi remained a deer caught in headlights, Robert gave a hard shake to his head.

"Answer. NOW!"

Levi stammered to respond quickly but he bit his tongue when he realized he had started rambling about his friend. In response, Robert grabbed his neck in one hand and started slapping him repeatedly till Levi was sure his cheek would be swollen by the fall of night.

"Who told you could get a friend?" Slap "Have you forgotten everything I taught you?" Slap "Is he even your friend? Or using you?" Slap Slap "Were you two having your way behind me?" Slap slap slap "If you love having dicks up your ass why don't I solve that issue for you? HUH?" Slap slap slap Slap slap slap Slap slap slap.

Levi's one side of the face was on fire. He could feel blood smeared on his lips, eyes swollen shut. He whimpered and groaned even long after his sir had stopped smacking him.

Robert, much to Levi's surprise, sat silently fuming at the corner of the bed. Then abruptly he removed the bindings of Levi's wrists before dragging him up by his hair.

"Take that phone now." When Levi wasn't immediate in responding he shook his head still grasping onto his locks.

Fearful what else he might receive he picked up his phone with his trembling fingers and waited for further instructions. However once glance at the still ringing phone showed it was his best friend. As the call went unanswered, he noticed it had rang already ten times with a couple of unanswered texts.

"Text him you hated his company and now you don't want to be friends with him anymore. Also let him know not to contact you ever again."

A protest was caught up at the back of his throat when he noticed his sir gave him a glare to try otherwise. Downheartedly he did as he was told, noticing the last message which might have angered Robert. It was sort of flirty but Levi knew well. The endearments used by Timmy meant platonic, however his sir would not realize it.