Love me better [Fyolai Highschool Au]

Escalation

Tw: violence, well, most is up to your imagination...

Nikolai just stood there. It was like the air was thick as water, impossible to breathe in. He wanted to say something. He wanted to do something. But what? All he could do was holding Fjodor's hand and steady him.

When Fjodor pulled his face away, Nikolai could see a spark in the older man's eyes. Instinctively he put his other arm around Fjodor's belly and pulled him closer. For a moment, Fjodor closed his eyes as he rested his head against Nikolai's shoulder. When he opened them again, he looked directly at his father.

"And what makes you think I would just let you have it your way?" Nikolai was surprised by the change of attitude. It was anything but wise to provoke that man. And he should be right.

The old man grabbed Fjodor by the collar and slammed him against the closed door. Their hands lost against the sudden force and were separated. "Don't you dare speak to me that way!" There was pure rage in his eyes. He unlocked the door and pushed Fjodor inside, who collapsed on the floor.

"Ey, you come in too, hear me?" Nikolai flinched under the overpowering gaze. He couldn't move an inch. "Tch!" A harsh hand grabbed his arm and dragged him inside the flat. Then he calmly closed the door and locked it.

Hesitantly Nikolai turned his gaze towards Fjodor, who still lay on the floor, either completely frozen or unconscious. With a shivering hand he reached out for the other one, but a foot pinned it down on the ground. "Nu-uh! Nobody touches my little baby." Fjodor flinched. So he was still conscious.

"This way!" Rough the grown man grabbed the boys by the arms and pulled them into the living room. "Father, please, let Nikolai go. He has nothing to do with this." Weakly Fjodor steadied himself on his arms. His father didn't even react. From the kitchen he fetched some tape and shackled Nikolai to the small table. "You better don't do anything weird. I don't particularly have anything against you, you're just some small collateral damage." He smirked, then kicked him in the stomach and left with Fjodor.

It took a while until the tiny stars vanished from his view and his vision went to normal. "Shit!" He coughed. His hands were taped to one foot of the small table, but he couldn't move an inch. Maybe he could move the table somehow? But he needed to keep quiet. His mobile phone was in the kitchen, next to Fjodor's. If he got there, he could call the police.

Very careful he shoved himself backwards, moving the table towards the sofa. A sigh of relief left his lips when it nudged against the fabric, interrupted by a whine coming from the room next door. Nikolai closed his eyes for a moment, then he squatted on his feet, shifting the table sideways until it started to tilt.

A loud noise resounded in the flat, as if something had been thrown over, followed by a scream, quickly muffled by a pillow. Nikolai finally managed to flip the table to the side and tried to rip himself free from the shackles. Just when he removed the last piece of tape from the wooden table, it hopped a bit before falling back on the floor. The sound echoed in the room.

Without thinking Nikolai ran to the kitchen, getting rid of the tape on his hands on the way. His fingers shivered as he unlocked his phone. Fast footsteps came from the living room. Help. He texted his mom. There was no time for a call. Especially not if he wasn't sure if somebody would pick up. It just took too long. Police. Fjodor's father appeared in the doorframe. "YOU!" Nikolai jumped behind the table, throwing over the chairs to create some distance. Fjodor's. He just hoped, begged, prayed, that she would read it soon.

He jumped over the chairs on the floor, kicking them backwards. "STOP RIGHT THERE OR I WILL..." Nikolai had reached the door and slammed it shut behind him. Then he turned on the location of his phone. Suddenly the door burst open. The old man reached him in two steps and threw the phone on the floor, treading it to pieces.

Terrified Nikolai stumbled backwards. "Who did you call?!" Step by step he retreated. "WHO DID YOU CALL?!" Suddenly he felt the flipped table in the back of his knees. "The police." He lied. He hoped it would scare him. And maybe it did. But... "You little brat!" Forcefully he pushed Nikolai back over the sofa until he fell and his head hit the wall.