How my life changed

Chapter 17

Hiccup's P.o.v.

The rest of the day was even more wonderful than the day before. We had so much fun together and I got to know Jack better. For example, I know now that he does some fighting sports and what kind of music he likes and stuff like that. He was like an angel for me. In his presence, I always felt more than safe. Almost like we were together for a very long time now and I just couldn't get bored of him. He was almost like a family to me. A family that I never really had...

I'm pretty sure I smiled the whole evening because I was so happy. That night I slept with Jack in a bed without us speaking about it at all. It was like it just had to be that way. And no, we didn't do anything more. We just cuddled a lot... Even when I sometimes had to keep jack under control because he always wanted to grab my butt. He used to say that when something looks as good as my butt, it needs to be touched by him. It was always pretty cute when he said that. It made me feel like I'm something special. If I had to grab everything that looks good on him, my hands would be everywhere on his body... But oh well. That was that. The next morning was just as great even when it had a little... how could I describe it... a sad mood.

"I don't want you to leave, Hiccup.", Jack whined and looked at me with his big blue eyes like a sad puppy.

I smiled sadly and put my hand on his cheek and caressed it softly with my thumb. His skin was so incredibly soft...

"I would also prefer to stay here and not return to that hell but... I have to. But tomorrow we will see each other again in school, so don't worry about that."

With my words I tried to cheer him up even if I had to fight myself that I wouldn't tear up. I was at least as sad as him that I had to leave. It felt like I was chained with shackles to Pitch and he would always pull me back to him. But at some point.... I'll free myself and I know already exactly who has the key for it...

"Don't you have a phone or anything?", he asked me and put his pleasantly cold hand on mine. I shook my head.

"Even if I had one, it would be better if you don't have my number. The risk of getting caught is too big and I don't want to get you in any danger."

Jack sighed and nodded.

"Please try to stay a bit away from that asshole." Jack gently took my hand and held it to his mouth and kissed it softly. I blushed and smiled.

"I'll do that as good as I can."

Jack smiled softly and pulled me at his chest and kissed me on my head.

"If he only touches you a little bit, I will kill him with my own hands."

I chuckled a little and looked up at him. He smiled softly and leaned down to me and kissed me softly. A blush started to spread over my cheeks while I started to kiss him back softly. Slowly, I let my arms wander around his neck while he put his hands on my hip. After a little while he pulled away from me and smiled softly at me. We stayed a little like that and just enjoyed that we could be close to each other. Finally, I let go of him and he from me. He opened the door for me and held my back to me. I smiled and took my back and threw it on my back.

"I love you Jack.", I said quietly, almost a whisper because I already was afraid that now where the door is open, we could be noticed.

Jack nodded and smiled brightly. "I love you too Hiccup."

After we said that last words, I went on my way back to the hell that was my home. The weather seemed almost too good. Like it would deny that bad things would happen in this world, but they do. And not only here. At least it's not raining. That would have been too much of a cliche.

I quickly got home and unlocked the door. I haven't seen Pitchs car yet so he isn't home. Luckily, otherwise I would have been dead by now. I entered the apartment and closed the door behind me. I could almost immediately smell the scent from Pitch. That smell was always everywhere in the apartment. It was almost like a smell attack. Not at all like the wonderful smell from Jack...

I walked into the living room and but my bag next to the table. At least we managed to finish the project so I don't have to worry about that. I looked around and sighed. I should clean up a little bit... 

While I was cleaning, it already started to get dark outside. Only after a few hours I already miss being close to Jack... To be able to listen to his voice, his laugh, to be able to feel him...

When I finished the cleaning, I sat down at the table and wanted to learn a bit, but then I heard the door open. Now I'm not longer alone anymore... I heard Pitch taking off his jacket and he was talking with someone. I didn't hear a second voice so he is probably talking with someone over his phone. With whom could someone like Pitch talk...?

"Good. Keep him there, I'll come by tomorrow." Was all I could understand and then there was only silence left. I tried to not let myself get distracted and focused on learning. After a short time Pitch came into the living room and stared at me for a moment and then sat down on his couch and started to watch TV. Well that was... weird. I shook my head confused and continued learning. The evening passed by quickly and Pitch did nothing else than watching TV. He didn't talk to me the whole evening and didn't look at me either. It was like he was ignoring me on purpose... Does he maybe know about it...? No, that was impossible. If he would know about me and Jack, he would react differently and wouldn't stay calm like this.

When I got too tired to continue learning, I packed my stuff together and stuffed it back in my bag. Then I stood up and looked to Pitch. He still seemed to be more interested in the TV than in me so I hold back a quiet sigh and walked into the bedroom. Once there, I changed my clothes. A simple light green shirt and black comfortable pants. I didn't have more. Pitch never thought that it was important that I would have enough clothes. He said that I just could wash everything and then three shirts and two pants would be enough to life. Even if that meant, that the others would make even more fun of me...

I walked into the bathroom and took my toothbrush and made it wet. When I just had put the toothpaste on it, I heard the door open behind me. Pitch would never walk up to me in such a quiet way without a reason, so I remained silent and started to brush my teeth. I stared at the sink and heard how Pitch locked the door behind me. Now I could feel how the fear slowly started to build up in me. Why would he lock the door? He knows that I would never run away. At least, not like that...

Slowly I felt him put his hands on my waist. Was that what he wanted? Had the weekend made him needy for me? Slowly he let his hands wander over my sides and I shuddered. But not because I liked it. The truth was, I was disgusted. His touch just felt wrong and absolutely disgusting.

While he continued to let his hands wander over my sides, I cleaned my mouth and put the toothbrush back into its place.

Slowly I became impatient. Does he just want to touch me like that? Torture me with the thought that he would perhaps take me against my will again or just could change his mind in the last minute?

So I gathered all my courage and asked him. "What do you want from me Pitch...?"

"What I want from you my dear Hiccup~?" , he asked back and grabbed me roughly and painfully at my waist and turned me to face him. I looked up at him and his eyes reflected hate and... fear?

"You ask me what I want from you?", Pitch asked again and grabbed me by my throat. "I want that you don't just throw yourself at some random guy!", he yelled and squeezed my throat.

"P-Pitch...I d-don't understand. W-What do you...mean?", I tried to ask even when it was difficult because of the lack of air.

"What I mean? This!", Pitch growled and grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head to the side where I could finally see what he meant....

The hickey from Jack...