Our Little Secret

Kade (32)

I storm downstairs, not wanting to leave Roman. I don't want anything to happen to him, but I'm the one putting him in danger. It infuriates me.

I grabbed a gun from my drawer before I came down. I peak around the corner to see if I see anyone. I hear someone but no one is in sight.

"Fucking move!" I hear someone whisper shout.

I walk quietly to the kitchen with my gun in my hand. If I catch whoever is here, they no doubt are armed so I have to be careful. I hear them leave out the back door.

I have half a second to think. Do I follow them, or do I stay here with Roman. I reach for the door.

The guy is running off with a bag, filled with what I imagine is my belongings. I aim my gun and shoot him. Many times. I stand there, looking at what I have just done, knowing this isn't the end of them.

I hear a car taking off in the front. It hits me. Roman. I run back inside, flying up the stairs, heading to the bedroom.

The bathroom door, wide open, without Roman inside. Panic floods my body. The people in the car took him. They took Roman.

"FUCK!" I scream.

I run back down the stairs, heading for my car. I call the king and tell him what has happened. He doesn't even sound worried. Ducking bastard. I speed off and try to catch up to the car.

I call Jason. Maybe he can find him. The phone rings, and rings. No answer.

"God dammit! Come on baby, please be okay."

I drive to the base. Maybe Jason can actually be fucking useful.

My phone rings.

"Kade? Help me please, i don't-"

It's Roman, coming from Jason's phone.

"Roman, fuck, im so sorry baby, I'm coming, where are you."

"You know-" I hear in the background.

"-that would be too easy now."

"Jason? What the fuck is happening?" I demand.

"Always thinking your better than everyone and demanding everything. You have put me through hell. It's time I get my revenge."

I hear a gunshot. Roman screams.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Don't worry, he'll maybe be alive when you get here. It was just his leg. If your not here within the next 10 minutes, he's dead." Jason says and hangs up.

Roman's scream echos through my head. I put him in this danger, trying to protect him. I should be the one about to die not him. I speed the rest of the way to the base. I bring my gun just in case.

I storm in, frantically looking for them. It's not until I hear another scream. I start running.

"Ah! He made it! Just in time!" Jason says, standing in the back room, as Roman is tied to the chair.

He has a cloth tied around his mouth, his shirt is cut open, as his torso is covered in cuts and blood. His leg covered in blood from the gun shot. I almost start crying. Knowing I put him in this position. His face covered in tears, and sweat.

"Touch him again, and I'll kill you." I say.

"If you make any moves, I'll kill him, and then I'll hurt you, very bad, and tell everyone the type of fag you are."

He knows.

"Fuck, kill me not him, please Jason."

"I like hearing you beg. Get on your knees and say it again."

"Fuck you." I say.

He aims the gun again at Roman, also untying the cloth around his mouth. I shake my head before getting on the ground. On my knees now, I repeat myself.

"Please don't kill him, Jason." I say.

"Mmm, let me think about it."

"Fuck you." I spit.

"Kade," Roman says weakly.

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Roman
20 mins earlier

I hear the door open downstairs. Kade left. It scares me more now that he might die, while I'm stuck up here. I go to open the door when I hear someone coming. I cover my mouth, trying not to make a sound.

Three knocks on the door.

"I know your in there, royal boy."

The voice sounds way too familiar. It's like I know them. And then it hits me. It's Jason. I start reaching for the knife, but before I can grab it, Jason kicks the door down.

"Come here you pretty boy." He says, kicking me to the floor. He kicks my ribs, my head, everywhere. Everything goes black.
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10 minutes earlier

I wake and everything hurts. I propped up in a chair, my arms tried to the arms of the chair and my feet tied to the legs. Unable to move, and my mouth covered, I hear someone behind me.

"Pretty boy decided to wake up. Took you long enough." He says coming in front of me.

"You know, I can see why Kade is into you. You are cute. And you just look like you follow every order he gives you."

My breathing picks up.

"Watch it, im the one with the gun." He says using it to lift my chin. He laughs.

"And actually, i think," he says reaching in his back pocket, "i have a knife that Kade gave me for my 21st birthday."

He runs his hand over the blade, before cutting my shirt right down the middle.

"Kade took away my life. He's a selfish little fag and I'm sick of him. He gets everything he wants and I get nothing. Im gonna take away anything I can. And im gonna make it hurt, pretty boy." He says, before cutting my stomach. Time after time, my torso becomes covered in blood.

Each stroke hurts more and more. Eventually, it stops though. The pain, no longer stinging in pain, but it feels good. Im not even fighting back. The room goes black again.

It's going to crush Kade. But I know deep down, I am going to die tonight. I just hope my dad knows I hate him and my mom knows I love him.