Chapter: 28 Purple Ghost

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Mike slammed his head against a wall, thankful that Jeremy was out of the house at the moment. Last night's even plagued him for many reasons; most of them being the fact that he was a fucking doofus. The security guard was so close to confessing to a certain brunette, but wussed out at the last minute like the coward he was. The blue-eyed man threw his head against the wall a few more times for good measure, the mix of emotions in his stomach making him sick. Anger, embarrassment, shame and disappointment in himself all left a terrible feeling in his gut since the events of last night. His little 'hang session' with Jeremy was fun, until the end when Mike completely fucked everything up. Mike's face was warm to the touch, an unusual blush on his tan face from all the rambling he has done for the last ten minutes about how much he loved a certain dweeb.

After cursing himself a few times, Mike flopped down onto his bed and sunk into the softness that was his mattress. The back of Mike's mind was nagging him to sleep. He had work in a few hours and he should really try to get some rest. Jeremy had been handling his shifts just fine, always calling Mike to let him know he made it and that Mike could rest easy for the rest of the night. The night watch would soon come home to find Mike getting ready for work. They had a routine as roommates and it seemed very stable.

The security guard began to think about ways he could ever tell Jeremy. Then, the promise he made to himself came to mind. "I will never tell Jeremy. I would only hurt him more and I can't bear that." Mike Schmidt, the man who fell truly in love for the first time in his life could never admit it. Now many would wonder, 'why hide your feelings from someone who you love?' For Mike, his philosophy on life was don't get too close to others because before you know it they will be gone. Mike would forever be an alone man, even though he never wanted it, it was going to be his fate. The security guard didn't notice someone watching from the window, a demon like grin on his face as he watched the dark haired man contemplate something as trivial as love. The stranger had finally gotten that stupid handcuff off and threw it somewhere random. He would have to thank that little brunette boy for letting him vent his anger out, making the boy trip a few times on his way home. And he may or may not have hit him near the chest area, where the boy's ribs were still bruised from his father's hostility. That was as much he interacted with the boy, being so fast that the amber eyes probably only say a flash of purple. For now he had to lay low, after all one of these men knew his secret. However, they just didn't know it yet.

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When Jeremy entered the small house he didn't expect to hear profanity coming from the direction of Mike's room. It was normal for the man to swear, but not as loud as it was normally. The night guard set his back pack down on the table, taking off his shoes afterwards so he didn't mess up the house he cleaned the day before. The amber-eyed teen walked down the hall, wondering why Mike was in such a bad mood. Well besides the fact he had work in three hours and that well, Mike was always in a bad mood. Jeremy knocked on Mike's door, hoping the guard would answer. The yelling stopped and some rustling was heard on the other side of the door.

"M-mike? You OK in there?" Seconds later, the door was swung open, Mike looking like he was trying to regain his normal 'I don't give a fuck' facade. Jeremy barely noticed the light pink tint on Mike's face, it quite a rare sight.

"Jere I'm fucking fine." The brunette crosses his arms, not believing Mike was telling the truth. However, the teen was too shy to push Mike farther. Jeremy pushed his way past Mike and into the guard's room. Jeremy wanted to talk with Mike, mostly just chat and see if Mike was doing alright. To Jeremy, his friend seemed off. "Jeremy what the fuck?" Jeremy sat down on Mike's bed, staring the guard right in the eye.

"I need t-to talk to y-you." Mike glared at Jeremy, but flopped down on his bed beside the teen, making him jump and fall onto his back. Mike chuckled at the look of pure shock on the teens face. Jeremy pouted in response, his face heating up. Mike shifts so he's closer to Jeremy, noticing a large cut below Jeremy's eye. Dark thoughts creep into Mike's head, his actions taking a swift turn. In a matter of seconds the elder of the two men jumps off the bed, grabs Jeremy by the arm, twists the boy around and pins him against a wall. Jeremy can barely sputter a word before both his wrists are pinned above his head and Mike's cold hand is cupping one side of his face. By now, Jeremy's face is at least ten shades of red, words sputtering out of his mouth as fast as lightning. "M-mike! What a-are yo-" The shy teen is cut off by his polar opposite of a friend.

"When the fuck did you get this cut!? Did your dad come back?!" Jeremy whimpered, his eyes wide from the sudden harshness in Mike's voice. The teen barely stuttered out a response before Mike leaned in a bit closer to look at the wound closer.

"I.....I-I d-don't know! I-it's not from m-my d-dad, I swear! I just t-tripped on the way h-home a few times and saw s-something purple is a-all! JustpleaseletgoofmeMike!" Mike only tightened his grip on Jeremy's wrists, rage burning in his eyes. The icy-blue eyes trailed over to the mirror next to Jeremy's body, it reflecting the window on the other side of his room. Everything stopped, Mike's heart speeding up. He saw a shadowy purple figure, his hand doing the motion for death across his own neck. Mike whipped around, letting go of Jeremy's shaking body. Frantically Mike searched for the figure, but didn't find it. Only small rays of daylight that were filtered through blinds were seen. The security was scared to put it lightly; something about that figure scared him. After violently shaking his head, Mike turned his attention back to Jeremy, who was staring at Mike with worried eyes. Said guard grabbed the teen's arm, pulling him out of the room.

"Come on Jere, let's clean you up."

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