Hours flew by and it was now around 9 P.M., although only being up barely a quarter of the day, the boy was now yawning both from exhaustion and boredom. A quiet chatter was running from across the room, the TV still being switched to a random adult cartoon he found. All of a sudden, a slight tug of fabric came below him. Donny's eyes wandered to the carpet on which he previously settled the intruder. He saw his weary eyes begin to flutter open. He took note of the color of them, which was a faint but apparent blue, not what he was expecting but it suited the man quite nicely.
The man jolted from the floor, gaining awareness of his surroundings, and was met by an immense pain coming from his shoulder. He shook it off and paired his eyes with the man curiously observing him from the couch. What the fuck... He thought to himself. He reached for his knife in his hoodie pocket, only to notice that it wasn't there. Not only was the knife missing but so was his hoodie. He growled in uncontrollable rage and launched himself at the man with full force. He tackled him from the couch to the ground, trying to hold in the groans of pain caused by his shoulder in the process.
"Woah-woah, chill there buddy," Donny placed his hands in front of him in defense, "you'll break off the stitches"
The black-haired male seemed to completely ignore the boy's worries and instead growled at him,
"Where the FUCK is my knife?!"
Donny tried to protest and get up from under the other but the man was too strong. He was surprised at the amount of force he was putting on him with his wounded shoulder. That will definitely slow the healing process by a couple of days.
The black-haired male was too impatient to wait for a reply and locked his hand on the brunette's throat.
Donny, now gasping for air, finally was starting to freak out. That asshole definitely had some issues, and just by looking at him he could tell had a lot of them. Although being attacked, he still didn't want to cause another injury to the man, having a feeling that he'd have to stitch it up later anyway, so he did what he knew best and pounced his knee to the other man's crotch. He winced in pain from the blow to his privates, rolling off of the brunette and onto the ground to give the area protection by covering it with his hands.
He bit his lip to hold in another cry of pain and gave the boy next to him a death stare. Even he wasn't cruel enough to do that to his own victims.
"Are you done being a crybaby? You know I put so much time and effort into stitching up that little injury of yours, and this is the thanks I get?" Donny mumbled at the man still on the floor, who was still staring at him as if he was gonna pounce back at him at any given time. "You know even when you broke into my house using a literal rock, I had a different reaction. If you really wanna go that far and kill me for my kindness then at least wait a little while for the stab wound to heal, it'll spare you getting kicked in the balls."
The black-haired man was now practically throwing daggers at him with his eyes, as if they were saying, "If I didn't have a hole in my shoulder you'd be as good as dead right now," Donny laughed at how serious the other male was and turned him back on him, walking to the kitchen to get an ice pack. He threw it at the other once he reached a solid 3-foot distance away from the man and said,
"Enjoy Yourself. I'd rather you crash here for a couple of days and kill me than have me stitch another wound."
The now what seemed to be a serial killer looked at the other in shock, holding his hand over the stitched wound on his shoulder.
"Don't tell me what to fucking do," He yelled at Donny, though he sounded more sassy than threatening.
Donny was in disbelief, what the hell did he just get himself into? Did he seriously just give a serial killer an open invitation to sleep at his house? Maybe he just felt lonely and needed someone to be near him at all times just like Stacy was. It wasn't even the fact that he wasn't scared of the man, he was. He knew that interacting with that sort of person would get him killed sooner or later. It was the fact that he took pity on the serial killer more than the victims that he had probably murdered before this. The only reason he patched him up in the first place was because he was hopeful of a new friendship. He needed someone by his side now more than ever, even if it was just a distraction for Stacy.
