Tinted Blue boyxboy

Tinted Blue boyxboy ch.3

Caleb's POV

"Enjoy your new cellmate, Faggot." The officer spat, roughly pushing me. His aim was off and I sliced my arm on the cold, metal bars. I gritted my teeth and took the pain as I landed on the concrete floor.

A boy about my age looked up from a magazine.

"What's he in for?" He asked, nodding his head toward me. He had spiky, brown hair and honey-colored eyes.

The officer smirked evilly.

"Prostitution."

Then he slammed the cell door so hard it made my ears ring.

"Fucking watch yourself, Rent-a-cop!! Don't fuck around like that." The boy threatened, covering his ears.

The officer walked away laughing.

"Bastard." I muttered, pulling myself off the ground.

"Damn, kid. You okay?" The boy asked, not looking up from his magazine.

"I'm fucking great." I lied, brushing myself off.

He laughed.

"Yeah, getting thrown in county jail is always fun."

"It was the highlight of my day," My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Right between being a cheap slut, and getting the brakes beaten off of you." He scoffed.

I couldn't control myself. Once I'd registered what he said, I jumped at him. I'd known him for three minutes and I already wanted to beat the shit out of him.

The boy quickly stood, and somehow managed to pin both my hands against the wall, before I could even understand what was going on.

I struggled, but he was too strong, and that's fucking crazy because he wasn't much bigger than me. I at least thought it would be a fair fight...

"Now why would you do something like that, kid?" He asked cockily.

I gritted my teeth.

"I'm not a cheap fucking slut."

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Of course you aren't, darling. You're a high class whore working in the finest brothels."

I wanted to spit in his face.

"What if I am?!" I shot back at him, feeling my eyes water.

"Then kudos to you for being a common slut." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Fuck you..." I told him, letting the first tear fall.

He let me go.

"You couldn't pay me enough to fuck you, I don't know where you've been. Plus, you're probably too loose."

I let the tears fall and sank to the ground, not making a noise. I wished I wasn't like this, I wished I could get away from everything. I wished I had my lighter, and parents who loved me... But at that moment, I wished for something I swore I'd never think about again. I wished I could die...

...'s POV

I sat there and watched him crying. I wanted to apologize and hug him and tell him I never wanted to hurt him again. I wanted to stare into his liquid sapphire eyes and tell him how beautiful he was, and how everything would get better for him. I wanted to know his name... But I ruined fucking everything...

"Good job, jackass." I thought sarcastically to myself.

I climbed back onto my cot and picked up my magazine, but the words looked blurry to me. I couldn't see anything except for the bright, tear-stricken eyes of the beautiful boy across the room.  My heart started pounding and clawing at my chest. I felt like the room was getting smaller and smaller. I couldn't breathe, my chest hurt like bloody hell. Nothing like this had ever happened before...

I clutched at my chest in agony. Was I dying?

Then, I felt a sudden urge to beg for the boy's forgiveness. I gasped and it felt like razors were sawing through my ribs.

"I'm sorry!" I said loudly. My voice was hoarse and broken. Then, the pain suddenly stopped.

The boy turned around and looked at me as if I had gone mad. To be honest, I thought I had too.

He didn't say anything back to me. He just turned back around, so he was no longer looking at me.

I was so confused. Holy fuck, was that my conscience? What the fuck did he do to me?! It was so fucking sudden...

I layed down, looking at the nameless boy. How could he make me feel that way? I didn't know whether to beat the shit out of him or to grovel at his feet.

I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head. I didn't want to think anymore...

I just regretted everything I said to that kid.