Boredness

The Start and Finish

I layed on the cold, hard ground wishing for a way to fix everything I had done. I lost my friends, family, and everything precious to me. It was my fault they were gone and there was only one person to blame. I looked to the side and saw the man who took everything I had loved. He smiled at me and caressed my cheek giving me butterflies. 'This is wrong! He is a murderer, but he's so nice.' I pulled away from him and started to cry again. "This is the fourth time this night," he muttered to himself. I continued to cry and cried harder when he tried to get closer to me. I slowly crawled to the door hoping to finally get away from the dreaded place he had so willingly called home. I only made it to the door when my head was slammed forward slamming into the ground. I let out a cry, for the pain was too much to bear. "You're staying at home!" He yelled as he slapped me. I let out another cry, but only seem to anger him more as he started to kick me in multiple places. 'Why? I want mom! I want dad... I want everyone to be here next to me, like they used to be.' He hit me one more time before leaving and stomping out of the house. I stayed still, afraid that he would come back and hurt me more than I was. Once I heard a car start, I got up and limped out of the room and down the stairs he had dragged me up. I quickly made my way to the front door and threw it open to see only forest surrounding the area. 'Give up. It's useless no matter what. You will never have them again nor will you ever be happy again.' I started to limp out of the house and into the forest hoping for the city to be behind them. I started to get lost, but still continued heading in a straight line. I cried as I made it to a collection of rocks. They were huge, but one was small enough for me to sit on. I sat down and heard a whisper, "What's wrong?" I looked up to see something I never expected, a griffin was talking to me. "N-Nothing," I choked out, wiping my eyes in the process. "Lies, now what is the truth?" I shook my head and looked around to see other griffins gathering, looking ready to eat their prey, that being me. The griffin who spoke shook his head then got closer. I scooted backwards hoping for a way out, but I was surrounded by them. "Can we eat this one Boss?" A sickly voice questioned. I turned to see a sickly thin griffin make his way to me. I jumped up only to fall in pain. I would have hit my head on the rock if it weren't for the "Boss" griffin catching me. "Who has caused you pain?" He asked quietly. I trembled. Being close to him was like being close to an angry mother bear ready to maul anyone who tried to get close to her cubs. "Tell me now!" He bellowed out. I flinched and mumbled out, "Th-The man at the m-middle of the for-re-rest." He pulled me closer to his chest then looked at the other griffins. "She is one of us," he told them. I squirmed around, trying to get out of his eagle talons. "Quit that!" One of the other griffins yelled. "He is the Boss and you will listen to him. He has willingly accepted you in the flock and you owe him your life for that," another had scolded. This had my blood boiling for a number of reasons. "First off, I never asked to be in this pack, pride, whatever the fuck you call it! I was only trying to escape a murderer and you happened to be fucking here. So don't go around acting like you fucking own me, because you don't!" I spat out at them. I was set onto my feet and started to limp back into the forest. I made it only a few steps in when someone had grabbed the back of my collar and pulled me back to the rocks. "You are to stay here little one," the main griffin had growled out. I glared at him then walked back into the forest. "I will not!" I screamed at them. I slowly made my way back to the house, but it turns out it wasn't to the house. I had gone in a complete circle and saw them waiting for me with their tails whipping side to side. "Little one," the main griffin had started saying, "you are to stay with me." As soon as he finished his sentence he grabbed me and flew to some high cave. I looked around and saw it furnished with a couch, chairs, a dining room table, and some beds. "Welcome home," said a voice as sweet as honey. A woman had come out of another part of the cave, wiping her hands on her apron. I was set down and the griffin had moved past me and rubbed his face on hers. "Hello sweetheart. I bring you what you said you wanted, a child," he said softly. She looked at me and seemed to brighten up seeing me. "Aren't you just beautiful!" She squealed then hugged me. I frowned and looked around the cave to see beautiful men instead of griffins. "C-Can I just say something?" I asked her. She nodded her head and I coughed out, "I'm a boy, ma'am." Her face dropped as she looked at my skirt, tank top, and fake boobs. "Wh-What?" I dropped my head and whispered, "I'm a crossdresser." She was surprised, but then she slapped me. "You are a girl!" She screeched and started to shift into a cougar. I glared at her as she did. "I am not, you bitch!" She flung herself at me easily sinking her claws into the flesh on my chest and shoulder. She was about to bite my neck and relieve me from the pain of this world, when arms wrapped around her and took her to another room. "You really want to die," a man who had shoulder length brown hair said. "That just happens to be my plan," I stated firmly. I got up and brushed my clothes off. They were staring at me since I lost the high pitch of my voice. "What? I'm a crossdresser, get over it," I said. Pants and a shirt were tossed at me and I was pushed into a house that was hidden. "This is where you will be staying. This is the Boss's house." the same man had said. I frowned, but got up and made my way to the door of the house. Once I was inside, I made a search for a bathroom. I searched the house for almost ten minutes before I found the bathroom that was on the first floor directly down the hall from the door. I sighed and started to change once I had locked the door. I took off my shirt then stared at the bite mark on my shoulder and the claw mark on my arm. I put on the shirt, which just so happened to be a muscle shirt, which happened to show off the bruises I had received when I was kidnapped. I frowned when I stared at what I saw in the mirror. My wig happened to be disheveled, so I took it off then stared at the smeared make up on my face. My mascara ran down my face and had been wiped so it was all over the place. The red shade of lipstick I wore was smeared onto my cheeks and my eyeshadow was just everywhere but my eyes. I looked around the bathroom for makeup remover wipes only to end up on a search and rescue mission to find them. I eventually found them behind the mirror and took one out then cleaned up my face removing all make-up. I glared at my reflection in the mirror hating the black curls of hair I had. I hated everything from the straight slope down my nose and how it was so small to how my lips were thin. I stared back into the piece of shit's brown almost black eyes. He was so ugly and stupid looking, that anyone should be disgraced to even have to exist with him. I walked out of the bathroom in the pants and shirt I was handed. I found the woman who attacked me sitting on the couch with man. I was about to walk out the door when everyone else popped out of the kitchen. "He's not that bad looking," the grotesque voice had said. I looked to where it came from to see a man who had bucked teeth, dark circles under his eyes, and scabs all over his body. I started for the door when strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back. "He's thin. He's just skin and bones!" Yelled some high pitched guy. "Yeah and you obviously haven't hit puberty!" I screamed at him. He looked taken aback by this. He had the appearance of twenty-five, but sounded like a twelve year-old girl. He was shorter than me, had yellow eyes, and brown hair. "I have too!" He whined out like a child. I rolled my eyes at his statement then reached for the doorknob when I was tackled to the ground. "You're still bleeding!" He screeched. "You sound like some fangirl!" I spouted. He dragged me to the table then ripped my shirt off. "Woah! If you wanted me in bed, you just had to ask." He glared at me then slapped a wet rag on the bite mark. The stinging sensation was nothing, but he hit a bruise and I cringed. "What the fuck, Dude?!" yelled the guy behind me. "Where'd you get all the scars and bruises?" I sighed and pushed off the fangirl man then turned to the guy who had yelled. "My friend's and family's murderer, who just so happens to be my stalker and rapist," I started acting like it was nothing. Their mouths dropped as I got up and headed for the front door, once more. I opened the door and was about to walk out, when I bumped into something solid. 'Was that concrete?' I looked up to see the guy who had tossed me clothes. "You need to eat some food," he said boredly. I huffed out a breath then moved around him making my way to the entrance of the cave. I was picked up by the guy who tossed me clothes. "Just put me down!" I yelled. He glared at me then dropped me onto the cave floor. "You realize it's only a drop off," he stated. I shook my head then was dragged back to the house. 'Great now I get to have more bruises and maybe road rash,' I thought to myself. Once inside, I was handed a huge plate full of mash potatoes, corn, and steak. They were all large portions. I scarfed them down like I was starving, but I truly was. I hadn't ate in a couple days, which surprises me that I got so far in the forest when I did. I looked up to see their surprised faces then set my plate in the sink when screechy guy said, "You have more ouchies! I'm Nick, by the way." I shrugged my shoulders then everyone started to treat my scabs and whatever else was hurt. "We can't fix the bruises!" Nick screeched. "God damn! Do you always screech?!" I yelled out. He frowned and had tears in his eyes as he ran away. "Go apologize," a stern voice said. I looked up to see the boss staring at me in disapproval. I sighed and got up chasing Nick to where he ran off too.
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I watched the kids run off to Nick's room. "What am I to do with him?" I asked my wife, Catherine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "We'll get him to act better. Justin, will you please train him." It was more of a demand then her asking him. "Yes, ma'am," he shouted out military style. He ran after them and then the rest of the boys continued to make dinner. "So you got him for Justin, but he ended up being a guy instead of a girl," Catherine pointed out instead of questioning. I sighed, reluctantly nodding my head yes. She laughed then flicked my forehead, much to my disliking. "He's gay, you dumbass!" One of the boys yelled. I turned and glared at Luke, the grotesque drug user in the pack. He instantly shrunk back, trying to get away from me. I sighed then looked at my wife who was watching Justin bring down two screaming boys. The two boys were Nick and the boy I had kidnapped. "Put me down, You son of a bitch!" The boy was kicking as he screamed. Justin dropped him without a second thought then gently set Nick on the couch. Justin sat down and Nick immediately crawled onto his lap. Justin wrapped his arms around him as the other boy got up. "Sweetie, what's your name?" Catherine asked. He glared at her and said, "Kylie." Everyone busted out laughing until I cleared my throat gaining everyone's attention. They quieted down and I asked, "Is that your real name?" He shuffled a little and started to scuff his feet on the floor then looked up. "The truth is, I don't remember it. I'm forgetting childhood memories, friends, family, sounds, and smells and I'm not even sure why." He choked out trying hard not to cry. I pulled him into my arms and he silently cried, as if he had to practice. "It will be fine," I cooed as I rubbed his back. He shook his head no then pulled from my arms and wiped his tears away. "Oh you poor baby," Luke said. Before anyone could do anything, Kylie had tackled Luke to the ground and started to punch him. Blood was everywhere. I quickly ran over and pulled him off of Luke. There was teeth on the ground and sticking out of Kylie's hand. Luke had a broken nose, missing teeth, and black eyes. "Shh it's going to be okay," I muttered as I started to pull the teeth out of his hand. His only response was to glare at the ceiling and ignore everyone. "Once your cleaned up, we're going to take you to bed," I told him. He only nodded his head and cried out when I poured some antibacterial liquid onto his cuts. They were all along his knuckles and seemed to be shallow, fortunately. I wrapped some bandages around his hands then carried him upstairs with no resistance. 'I want him,' I frowned at the voice in my head. Catherine was an arranged marriage to combine our small packs together. Although, her pack left her with us and continued to battle with us over territory. 'It wouldn't hurt to kill her.' 'ALPHA!' A voice yelled in my head. It was Justin, that was for sure. I sighed and set Kylie in my king sized bed. I pulled the covers up to his chest then turned to see Justin. "You can't do that. You are married and he's mine!" Justin seethed. I rolled my eyes then shoved him out of my room growling. "I am the alpha and I can have whatever I want." I heard shuffling from the bed and saw Kylie stirring. He only turned onto his side and went back to sleep. "He was brought for me and he is mine," Justin pointed out. I frowned realizing he knew this was suppose to be his birthday gift. "And?" Was the only word I could get out. "That means you cannot have him. It's the pack rules," he mentioned the rules causing me to grow stiff. He picked up Kylie then walked to his room with him. 'He has Nick and Kylie. Why does he need both? I know Nick was another gift, but I want Kylie and I'm going to get him.' I turned the lights out in my room then shut the door and crawled into bed. I started to devise a plan to win Kylie over.
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I was jostled awake by the sound of beating wings. I opened my eyes and saw a griffin, smaller than the boss griffin but was bigger than the rest. "Rest," it whispered. I recognized it as the guys who tossed me the clothes. "Who are you?" He shook his head and landed somewhere I didn't recognize since it was dark. "I'm the second in command, formally known as Beta. I would like you to call me Justin," he commanded. I nodded my head then heard a voice higher than Justin Beiber's. "Justin baby! Can I please play with him," Nick whined. I jumped away from them as soon as those words left his mouth. "Wh-What do you mean?" I questioned while slowly backing away from them. Nick gained a sick grin on his face the pointed to the bones in the corner of the room. "I want to play," he stated like it was obvious. I was shocked to see them like this. Justin was just chuckling as Nick came closer and closer. His hands were slowly turning into his talons. I bumped into the wall from backing away. "Don't be scared," Nick giggles out. I quickly moved to the side where the entrance was. Justin was quick to move towards the entrance, but not fast enough. I had thrown myself off the edge. It was peaceful to fall. The wind in my ears like a lullaby bringing me to my death. I smiled knowing this was the end there was no more torture in life. I was reaching my end and quick to my liking. Before I hit the ground, I was caught. I looked to see Justin. 'Dumbass! Just go away!' I started to squirm around, but to no use since Justin had me locked in his talons. I was then dropped onto soft grass. "Are you fucking serious?! Just let me fulfill my wish!" I screamed out. He shook his head and transformed into someone I didn't know. "It's me Luke," the guy said. I tilted my head not remembering him one bit. He then snapped his fingers and there was the drug addict. "What?!" I yelled and backed away. He sighed and snapped his fingers again. "Part witch," He told me. I stared at him until he offered his hand. "Come on. It's not safe with those people, nor in this forest." I took his hand and we started to make our way to some place. He stopped in front of the house I had escaped from in the beginning. "We should be safe here. This guy is my friend," he said slowly as if talking to a child. I shook my head and started to tremble as everything that had happened started to flow through my mind. "N-No. He kil-killed them," I whispered out, terrified of what would happen. He sighed then picked me up. I screamed bloody murder wishing for someone trusting could help me for once. 'You don't deserve to die or even be saved. You deserve the torture. You are a sickening being who doesn't deserve love.' I cried as he opened the door and walked inside. "Alex?" I squirmed as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Where'd you find him? That's mine. I won fair in square." He was avoiding all eye contact with Luke and reached for me. "Too late. He's mine now and I'll do what I want with him. Right now, I need a safe place to hide as I take us out of the country," he explained as he pulled me out of Alex's, the murderer's, reach. Alex sighed and walked to a room that I never noticed. Of course, I never noticed since I was too busy escaping, raped, and beat to even see the rest of the house. Alex came back with pillows and lead us to a room with only a bed. He set the pillows and blankets down on the bed then nodded his head to Luke, leaving the room, thankfully. Luke set me on the bed as he looked around the room. "Look, I know I don't seem trustworthy, but to leave this place you're gonna have to trust me," he said looking into my eyes, "I want to make sure you're safe." I laid on my side, turning away from him and stared at the wall. He started to stroke my hair and sing something. It was a soft tune, one that I knew too well, but couldn't place where it came from. I picked up after he hummed a couple more things realizing he was humming the guitars part of the song. "So here's another day, I'll spend away from you. Another night, I'm on another broken avenue. My bag is ripped and worn, then again now so am I. Take what you wanna take, what you wanna take. What you... I miss the stupid things. We go to sleep and then you wake me up and kick me out of bed at three a.m.," I sang out quietly. He continued to hum the guitar part and I continued. "Pick up the phone and he's saying dirty things to me. Do what you wanna do, what you wanna do, what you.. Take me with you, I start to miss miss you. Take me home. I don't wanna be alone tonight," I started to smile as I sang. It was the first time I smiled without being fake. "Can you guys shut up and go to sleep?" Alex had asked. My smile quickly faded as I closed my eyes. "Can you not see I'm trying to comfort him? You dick douche!" Luke scolded. I chuckled softly and felt eyes on my back. "I better hear more of those soon," Luke stated. I rolled my eyes then heard sleep slowly call to me from the dark abyss called my mind. I blinked slowly, trying my best not to fall asleep until he laid down next to me. "Just sleep. It will be okay, I promise," with that being said, I let sleep pull me into his arms and give me the terrible truth as usual. When I awoke, I was by myself and clatters could be heard from the kitchen. I sat up and started to rub the sleep out of my eyes when Luke walked in. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he greeted. I got up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. What I saw was horrific. There was pancake batter all over the kitchen, the bacon was burnt, orange juice was in bowls, and the eggs, dear God the eggs, were just sitting on the counter cracked with the yolk slowly oozing out of the cracks. "What happened?" I asked terrified by what I saw. "We were trying to make breakfast, but neither of us can make anything," Alex told me. I sighed then started to clean up the mess and got it cleaned up in thirty seconds. I poured the orange juice into three cups and set the bowls in the sink. "You guys fail in life," I commented as I started to make the pancake batter. Once it was made, carefully to, I poured it onto the greased pan and let it cook. I opened another package of bacon and grabbed the cookie sheet from the counter. I put tin foil on the top of it then put the bacon on top of the tin foil. I preheated the oven at 350 degrees and turned to the eggs. I was lucky there was a few eggs undamaged by the idiots that were watching me. I grabbed a bowl then cracked the eggs watching the yolk fall into the bowl without any shells. After I cracked all of the eggs, I stirred it all up then started to pour it onto another pan. I switched from flipping and pouring pancakes to making the scrambled eggs and flipping the bacon. Once the eggs were done, I turned the burner they were on off and moved them towards the back of the stove away from the hot burner. I flipped the last pancake onto the plate and waited for the bacon to be done. Arm wrapped around my waist from behind as someone nibbled on my ear. "You can cook? That's kinda a turn on," Luke whispered trying to be seductive. I grabbed his face with one hand then pushed it away from me. "Whatever," I grumbled as I walked out of the kitchen. "Well you just saved our lives," Alex said as he watched TV. It was Supernatural, the first season. I pushed him off the couch and sat down to watch the episode intently. I stared at Dean, wishing for him to be real so I could fuck him, but I also wanted him to be with Castiel. I flinched as I heard the buzzer for the bacon go off, yelling that it was done. I got up, but tripped and fell on my face since Alex grabbed my leg. I got up and kicked Alex in the side. I continued my walk to the kitchen and saw Luke with an apron on pulling the bacon out with an oven mitt. "Shi-," he almost yelled, but quickly quieted so no one could hear him. He set the pan down then looked at his arm, where a red mark was. I grabbed his arm and shoved it under the sink as I turned on cold water. "Be more careful, shit head," I commanded him. He grinned at me the kissed my cheek. "I'll be better if you kiss me," he tried convincing me. I turned away and started to get food on my plate. "You wish," I muttered quietly. "You bet your ass I do," he whispered in my ear. I pushed him away the went to the living room where I tried eating my food in peace, but Luke decided he needed to lay his head on my lap. "Please," he pouted. I put my plate on top of his face and started to eat the bacon. I was almost finished with my bacon when my plate clattered to the ground and Luke was in my face. "Don't ignore me," he growled out. I had a piece of bacon hanging out of my mouth and he bit on to it, his lip being mere millimeters from my face. "Luke, leave the poor kid alone," Alex groaned out. Luke bit off the piece and pulled away pouting. 'That asshole! I wanted him to kiss me and he didn't!' I grabbed both sides of his face and turned him so he was facing me. I kissed him, roughly but on accident for that, and continued to move my lips against his until he kissed back. I pulled away and smiled at him. "Well I'm tired and need a shower, can I get any sweatpants?" I asked Alex kindly. He went into another room then threw some of my boxers and sweatpants at my face. I pulled them off my face and my way upstairs to the bathroom where a towel was already waiting for me. I closed the door and left it unlocked, hoping for Luke to follow me up here. I undressed quickly then hopped into the shower and started to wash my hair and body when I heard the door slam open. It was closed nicely, then another body entered the shower. Arms wrapped around my waist and lips were pressed against my neck. I moaned softly then looked at the person with me to see Luke. "Hey baby," He growled out. I turned in his arms then kissed him with as much passion as I could muster. His hands started to travel lower when everything was pulled away from me and I woke up in bed. "I must be bipolar!" I exclaimed getting two males to run into the room. "God damn! One minute I hate him, but the next I love him?! What the fuck is wrong with me?!" I screamed out starting to grip the sheets. Luke looked at me, very confused as to what I was talking about. "What are you talking about?" I shook my head then stared at him. 'I admit he is very good looking. But I don't hate nor like him.' I felt arms wrap around me and saw that it was Alex. "It's okay," he cooed. I wriggled in his arms then turned to Luke to give him a pleading look. He pulled me out of Alex's arms then set me down next to him. "We all know who he was talking about though," Alex tried. I rolled my eyes then got up and headed for the shower after getting my boxers and sweats. "You don't actually know that," I stated. Once out of the room, I closed the door then turned on the water and got undressed, waiting for it to heat up. I got in after testing the water to see if it was the right temperature. I wet my hair down then grabbed the shampoo to wash my hair. It was then that I felt another presence, but in an area unwanted. I felt a pair of cool lips brush along my neck and instantly tried to get away. Unfortunately, I slipped due to the wet floor. I was immediately stopped from falling as arms wrapped around me. "Calm down," Luke said. I looked up at him as he smirked watching me blush bright red. He kissed me gently, but soon kissed harsher from hunger. I tried pushing him back until I felt his chest. I blushed heavily as his tongue trailed along my bottom lip. "Luke," I mumbled against his lips. He silenced me as quick as he could and pinned me against the wall behind me. He started to kiss my neck, getting soft moans from me. He quickly trailed his kisses back up my neck and nibbled on my ear. "Sensitive?" His hands slowly slid down my shoulders to my waist. His hand rested on the cheek of my butt and close to my erection. "Beg," he commanded. I whimpered out, "Please touch me~" He grinned and slowly his finger penetrated as he softly rubbed me. "That's all?" he asked, suggesting me to ask for something else. I was restraining from thrusting into his hand and grinding down on his finger, so I begged for more. His grin slowly turn into a smirk as he thrusted his finger into me deeper, harder and faster as he rubbed me harder swiping his thumb over the slit every now and then. His fingers brushed across a sweet spot in me earning the loudest moan I could muster. I was close to cumming as he kept on hitting this spot and rubbing the slit harder and harder. He stopped, rubbing and pulled his fingers out. "Wh-why?" I whined out. He just grinned and slowly aligned himself with my entrance. "You sure?" I slowly nodded my head 'yes' and he quickly thrusted in. He slowly thrusted, trying to not hurt me, but me being the slut I was, wanted more. "Harder, please~" I moaned out. He started to thrust deeper and harder, groaning in time with each thrust. It was becoming too much the minute I started to stroke myself. He jerked my hand away the minute he noticed the strokes. After jerking them away he stroked timing them with his thrusts, sending me over the edge. The water slowly washed away the cum, but he kept thrusting not being finished. I felt the warm liquid fill my insides as he pulled out."Well that was fun and now you're on your own," Luke said getting out. "When I say that I mean permanently," he added on. I felt my jaw drop but quickly washed myself off. Once I was done, I got into my boxers and sweats then went to the room I was sharing with Luke. He wasn't there which was good. I grabbed a backpack I found in the closet and started to pack my clothes. "Men are stupid," I grumbled to myself. I heard someone clear their throat behind me. 'Damn! I've been caught,' I whined to myself. I turned to see Luke standing there with a raised eyebrow. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and put the rest of the clothes back in my bag. "Home. I'm going home," I stated. He grabbed the bag off the bed then flipped it upside down, dumping out the contents. "Your home is with me," he said scowling. He started to put the clothes back in the drawers where I found them. I glared at him as he did so. "Why? You just said I was on my own, forever," I pointed out. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I started to whack his chest with my other hand as I pulled away from him. "I meant in the showers, dumbass," he laughed out. I glared at him, but stopped once he kissed my forehead gently. "I wouldn't ever leave you," he whispered against my skin. I slowly wrapped my arms around him. "Let's go get some lunch," he suggested as he dragged me out of the room and into the kitchen. He walked over and grabbed ingredients for a recipe I knew too well, lasagna. He started to make it as I watched him. He was browning the meat then walked over and kissed me. "So what are we doing today?" He asked. I looked into his eyes as he smiled down at me. He picked me up off the stool and set me on the counter. "Well?" he questioned amused. I put a finger to my lips to act like I was thinking then said, "We could just cuddle and watch movies." He nodded his head yes then placed a quick kiss on my lips. I hopped off the counter as he continued to cook the food and set up the living room for us. Alex was in the family room luckily, so we had the TV to ourselves. I turned on the Xbox 360 and took it to the Netflix app. Once done I set the pillows up so it would be more comfortable to cuddle. I walked into the kitchen to see it took me longer than it should have to just set up the living room. He turned to me after setting the dish into the oven. He ran over to me, causing me to shrink in fear, and picked me up. I squealed as he spun me around. "What was that for?" I whined. He winked at me and said, "Boredness." I lifted an eyebrow and pointed out, "That's not even a word." He chuckled. I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. "What are we watching?" He asked. I felt the couch bounce as he jumped over the back and landed on the cushion next to me. "I don't know. What do you want to watch?" He glared at me then took the remote and started to go through the movies on Netflix. He smiled once he found Sherlock, the new TV series. "Seriously?! I've watched this series about a billion times!" I screamed in frustration, but slowly quieted once the show started. "You still love it, everytime," he pointed out. It was true though and soon enough I was curled up in his side watching the detective solve crimes as we ate the lasagna out of the pan. "You guys couldn't have used plates?" Alex's voice came. I jumped causing the dish to fall and land in pieces. "You're a fuck up, aren't you?" Alex said. He had told me this more than once when I was here before. I glared at him then went to pick up the pieces, but Luke stopped me. "You can pick up the pieces, ass! He didn't mean to and if you think it's fine to just call him a fuck up, then you have another thing coming!" Luke scolded him. I blinked as Luke picked me up and walked around the pieces to get to the stairs. "You didn't have to do that," I softly said. He smiled down at me then set me on the bed. "You ready to leave? I hate being here all the time, plus we better get you home," he said as packing up my clothes. "Can we just go to your home? I don't even have a home," I asked. He smiled and kissed my nose. "You have a home, its called my home," he whispered. I grinned at him and kissed him. "Works for me," I told him. He grabbed the bags he packed then me and walked downstairs, past Alex, and out the front door. He continued to walk straight from the front door and down the driveway. It led to a road, but one that was unused most of the time. "Where is your home?" He went into some trees nearby and grabbed branches off a hidden car. "Why do people always think that hides their cars?" He smiled then got into the car. "Because it's ninja," he replied as I got in. He started the car and pulled up to the road then looked both ways. It was clear and he turned right on the road, but was too slow. A semi truck came by and hit my side of the car. It scrunched up, then blood was everywhere and someone was screaming. I took one last look at Luke who seem to be unconscious. There was black spots slowly spreading across my vision, but I saw the truck driver get out. He pulled out a phone and dialed something. His voice was muffled by the ringing in my ear. The world disappeared slowly replaced by a black canvas of nothing.
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There was only one person there, dressed in black staring at the caskets. "I'm so sorry," a man said as he slowly walked up. Alex looked up at the man, no the murderer of the only two people he actually cared for. He knew he was an ass towards them, but he was scared to get close and attached. "Sorry doesn't bring them back! It never will! They were amazing people and thanks to your carelessness, they died!" He clenched his fists as the man slowly backed away, scared to do anything but run. "Now that wasn't nice," Alex heard the familiar voice say. He turned to see the leader of the griffins, Tom, along with Justin and Nick. "I don't give a fuck," he muttered as tears sprung to his eyes. He remembered all the torture they had done to him, but he also knew that he was stronger know. He stared at the caskets and set the two bouquets then turned to leave. "Don't leave," someone whispered. I ignored it and continued to walk away. A hand grabbed mine and I turned to see two small kids, looking starved. I looked at the blonde one and thought, 'He looks like Luke when he was younger." I smiled at the boy who looked like my younger brother then looked at the boy next to him. He seemed familiar, almost like how Kylie used to look like when he was younger, he knew from the photos he stole. "Who are you two?" He asked. "I'm Luke and this is Kylie. Can we please have food?" Alex nodded his head and offered his hands. He looked towards the caskets one last time as the two took his hand. Nick, Justin, and Tom watching him as he started to walk to his car with the two younger boys. He turned as he almost tripped on a headstone, but Luke pulled him and Kylie before anything could happen. He smiled and got them buckled them into the car. "Ready to go home?" He asked them. Both boys jumped around excited about leaving. Kylie kissed Luke's cheek as a thank you for him. "You two related?" They both shook their heads no as he pulled