I Wish We Met Sooner (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 7

Daniel

DAY TWO, AND I'm still clueless about getting rid of the kid.

It was past noon as I walked towards the kitchen, getting some milk from the fridge. Along the way, I noticed a note on the kitchen counter. I picked it up to see it was from grandpa.

"Daniel, I urge you to please feed the boy something. He has eaten nothing since last night, even after I told you to. I would've given him the food myself, but I know to never get involved in your business unless I'm summoned. So, I can only ask politely. There are four pieces of honey-roasted chicken in the oven. Split two for you and the same for him. As always, I'm off to work now and will be back in time for dinner. Grandpa," it reads.

I meant to pass the kid some food, but it slipped my mind. It was an honest mistake. I put the note aside and changed my direction towards the oven. I held my hand close to the stove and felt the warm air around it, which meant it was still fresh.

I open to breathe in the mouthwatering scent of those chickens. With two plates and equally divided chicken, I took his plate and headed to the room he was in. Before I twisted the knob open, I pressed my ears against the door, and I wasn't sure how to feel when I heard nothing behind it. Either way, I prepared myself shall I need to defend myself. I opened the door, only to see him still in the chair, eyes closed, with his head hanging.

"Hey," I jerked his head with my elbow.

He didn't budge, and I repeat.

"Dude," he groans as he lifts his head to meet my eyes, well, the mask's eyes. His greasy face reflected the light streaming through the window as his eyes were exhausted red. "Can I please use your toilet? I've been holding it in since yesterday. It's impolite to pee in someone's room, and I don't have any spare clothes if I pee in my pants."

I didn't know what to say, so instead, I kept his food on the table and untied his hands.

"Do any funny business, and I'll wrestle you to the ground," I threaten as I untie him.

"The only business I'm doing is my bathroom business," he stretched his arms before standing to his feet. "So, where's the bathroom?"

I walked out of the room and felt him trailing behind me. We got to the kitchen, and my hands pointed towards the bathroom door.

"Cool," he skipped towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

I crossed my arms and automatically began tapping my feet, staying alert shall he decide to attack. But then again, what tools can he get from a bathroom? I guess there are possibilities, such as throwing soap into one's eyes, using the toilet plunger as a baseball bat, or even a toothbrush to stab someone.

We can use anything as a weapon if we know how to use it.

I heard the toilet flush, and it wasn't long before the door opened, and he stepped out, drying his hands with his shirt. He looked fresher now that he's washed his face. The tips of his fringes were drenched as he adjusted them to the back of his ears.

"While I'm here, do you have a spare towel that I could borrow?" He asked. "Maybe I could take a shower? Don't worry, I'll use my current clothes... even though they stink from yesterday's police chase and last night's sweat because there was no fan in the room."

"Don't get too comfortable, kid," I reminded. "You are being kidnapped now. This isn't a hotel stay."

"Call me Oliver or Ollie," he flashes a smile as he goes back to the room. I followed. "That's what my friends and family call me because 'Oliver' sounds too formal."