Neighbor Boy (BoyxBoy)

Part 5

The sight of the shotgun pointed at Frank put me in a daze, Just the sight of the deadly weapon made my throat close up, tightening to the point where I couldn't breathe at all. I tried to suck in air and somehow calm down, but I couldn't find the will. My bones were rattling against each other, my knees knocking in fear.

It didn't help that the man was taller than Frank, and was easily more built than him. He was at least six and a half feet tall, and pretty buff. His hair was military cut and neat, along with his face that looked as if it had been chiseled from granite. It was hard set and tough. He also wore a black leather jacket and black jeans that accented his brown - almost black eyes, and his slightly tanned skin. He also had boots, which by the shape and size I could tell were steel tipped.

I dared a look at Frank's face to see how he was coping with it. He seemed to mostly be annoyed. Not afraid, not sad, not surprised, just... annoyed. I couldn't process what this could mean, though. My mind was in too much of a frenzy to care much, but there was that thought at the back of my mind.. hovering. Waiting. Watching.

Watching Frank. Oh, yes. I watched him like a hawk. I watched as he put his hands up slowly, spreading all five of his fingers to show he was of no harm. I watched as he turned around cautiously, wary of the large gun facing his direction. Then I turned my gaze to the man who was wielding it, and my fear was replaced with shock.

He was laughing.

And so was Frank.

They were both laughing, and here I was, about to piss myself. I glared daggers at the two of them, not that they would notice. It had seemed as if they were having a family reunion. I growled under my breath, and stomped my foot. Then realized what a huge mistake that was.

They turned towards me, and as soon as the man registered that I was there, his shotgun came up and was pumped once, to make sure that it was loaded and ready for killing. I was such a dumb-ass. I could have snuck out of the house somehow. Climb through a window or scale up the chimney, but no. I had to stomp my foot because they were laughing and I wasn't included.

I gulped, and then blushed from embarrassment as I realized how loud and cowardly it sounded. I tried to stand up straight, but it just made the man laugh even more. My brow furrowed, and I looked at Frank once more. He was laughing as well.

"Alright, Uncle Joe. You can put the shotgun away now. He's not going to hurt us. He came with me - his name is Aaron." Frank said, and I was shocked at the words. He had called him Uncle. Uncle. They were related.

Oh god. It was like a serial killer gathering. Now instead of just being stabbed and gutted, I could be shot at, too. Then burned and picked apart. Half of what was left of me would go in the lake, the other half would go in a dumpster or buried.

I began backing up while Uncle Joe surveyed the situation. I backed as far as I could until my back was pressed hard up against a wall. I pressed my hands flat against it like I could somehow push the wall further so I could get away. I never took my eyes off of the two of them, as if they could vanish into thin air and then appear in front of me. Then stab and shoot me before I even knew what was happening.

Finally the man lowered his gun and gave an aggressive huff. Then he laughed again. So did Frank. I rolled my eyes, and walked slowly up to Frank, stopping when Joe's grip tightened ever so slightly on his weapon. That brought me just behind the couch that I was feeling up earlier. If I needed to, maybe I could take cover behind it. Doubtful.

"Explain." I blurted out. I hadn't even anticipated the words but there they were. I stood my ground and tried to not seem surprised by me words.

Frank shifted his weight awkwardly, and crossed his arms over his chest nonchalantly. "Where do you want me to begin?" Simple question, but I had no answer. I stood speechless behind the couch, tapping my fingers lightly as I looked from side to side.