Pretty Boy

Never Wanna See You Hurt

Hogan:

Crippled by the sense of emptiness drawing from my body, I try to push myself out of my hazy state and reach for my phone.

Serge's ghost was nowhere near me when I woke up, and my heart pours with sadness from not feeling him. I know I shouldn't have made too much of a deal that he left me when we were at school. However, it did truly strike me hard that I didn't have the chance to see him afterwards. It sucks knowing how much I wanted to finally have him.

Yet, my head pings with worry again as I try to remember what Serge texted me last night. He said he was already going home, yet there's not a single sign of him right now. I know he wouldn't lie about that and I know he wouldn't have gone without telling me where he was because he knows how much I care about him. There's nothing I want in this world other than to be with him since the days we've been together have been some of my happiest. I want nothing more than for him to be safe.

Opening my phone, I was instantly blasted with multiple missed calls with the name of Serge on them. I wouldn't have probably heard it last night since I normally silent my phone whenever I'm asleep. But this time I couldn't help but feel guilty for not picking it up. It seems urgent and immediate. My heart beats faster with the possibilities of where he is and my head trails with thoughts of what might have happened to him.

There were no new messages from him, yet the calls were enough to send panic raging through me. My finger instantly threads its way to the call button and I call him back. It took multiple rings before he finally picked it up, and I couldn't help the worry that pierced through me as an unfamiliar voice met my ears.

"Hello?" A faded voice of a woman greets me from the other line. "Is this Hogan?"

My body begins shuddering with fear as I hear my name, and I try to answer calmly, though my concern still seeps through the call. "Uh...yeah. Is Serge there?" I ask, crossing my fingers, hoping that he's safe.

My legs are shaking wildly from my nervous state, and my mind begins to beg for Serge's presence.

"Yeah," she replies. "I'll wake him up."

My heart mildly eases with the knowledge that Serge is in good hands as I wait for the line to finally recognize his voice.

"Hi," A cracked cry meets my ears.

My body immediately pounds with worry as I make out his state. He sounds broken and his voice seems to have been in pain. A lump in my throat begins to form as an instinct of concern draws through me.

"Serge." I start. "What happened? Are you okay? Please tell me you are okay. Serge?" I was ranting, hoping as hell he wasn't hurt.

I hear a soft chuckle through the other line that didn't soothe my feelings at all and my heart crushes with guilt. "Yeah, I'm fine. Uh...can you come here?" He says this with his voice, almost hopeful.

I smile as I begin to settle myself and search for my car keys quickly. "Uh...yeah, where are you?"

I hear murmurs of voices through the phone and hear Serge ask for the house's address.

"39 Stead Avenue. The house is red, I think." He says, uncertainly.

My mind begins to creep its way into the location of that street, and I try to wrap my head around it. I quickly put on a shirt and walked through the house to meet him. My body hurries to see his face again and drive my way to the place. However, it's only then when I was halfway through the road that I realized who also lives on that street.

Fucking Bre.

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My heart pounds with anxiety as I knock on the door of the address Serge gave me. It only took a couple of minutes before I finally found the house, and I immediately hurried my way out of my car to walk through the door. My forehead is sweating non-stop as my fingers fiddle through my shirt. He's fine, right? I mean...I hope it's not that bad because, honestly, I don't know if I'll forgive myself once I see what Serge went through. It only drives my rage more as I think about what they did to him. I could already assume that Bre or Collier may have had something to do with what happened.