From Foreign Land

Intro

"For every one thing you do good, you do five things worse! What the fuck is wrong with you?! are you out of your mind?!" Jeremy yelled throwing the iPad randomly without looking. which flew past the younger lad missing his head just by few centimeters.

Rain froze in his place terrified to his soul.

As if the weather wasn't gloomy enough, now Jeremy's anger was adding a little bit of more horror to it.

Lightening strike outside turning the whole room bright and white for a split second sending goosebumps to the younger lad body. He flinched standing in his place with his head hung low.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING WHAT I AM SPEAKING DAMNIT!?" that deep voice roared louder than the thunder outside.

"I-I'm s-sorry sir," he mumbled not daring to look up.

"Sorry my foot!" Jeremy yelled again. he walked closer towards him clenching the whiskey bottle in his hand and stood right in front of him towering him.

The sound rain pouring suddenly got loud scaring the poor lad even more.

He could see Jeremy's expensive shoes in his view and could feel him looking into his soul. He swallowed hard fiddling with his quivering hands.

Jeremy on the other hand grinned a little raising the whiskey bottle up to his mouth. He took a sip watching down at Rain visibly shaking.

"You are scared?" he asked.

Jeremy moved even closer invading his personal space. He grabbed Rain's waist not giving him a chance to run. He roughly pushed him back against the wall taking Rain by surprise.

"Strip," he voiced taking another sip from the bottle. Rain, who was now standing frozen moved his eyes up a little. he didn't dare to look at Jeremy's face but the window behind him.

The rain was falling hard. The sound of it was loud and clear. It was dark. Very dark and peaceful. And peace, just a little bit. That's all he wanted. No matter how... he just wanted it. "If I jump now, I might die when I hit the ground." He mumbled barely audible.

Jeremy raised his brows before he busted laughing.

"You think I will let you die?" he asked taking few steps back from him he grabbed Rain's hand and pulled him towards himself. he then grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged him towards the window. he opened it and pushed him out in way that his upper body was fully out. he turned him around so he could look at his face and bend him even more. to a level where Rain's waist was hurting bad while his feet were struggling to stay on the ground. And if somehow, he lost his balance, he would fall down fifty first floor.

Jeremy held him tightly pressing his lower body to Rain's.

Rain's breath on the other hand hitched. The big drops of rain falling right on his face were harsh and very painful.

The outside was much more colder and dark than inside. the falling water was too harsh on his upper body. His face turned red while he struggled to breath. And if that wasn't enough, Jeremy poured the whiskey right on his face.

"You think I'll let you die on your own?" Jeremy asked which Rain probably didn't hear, "I will decide when you will die. Before that-," he said pulling him inside, "strip."

He let go off Rain who dropped down on the cold marble floor coughing and panting terribly. His whole body was shaking. But not like Jeremy cared. He pulled him up tearing up his clothes before he got to the action.

And that's why... sometimes, ending things, are the best option.

If, not, then Rain knew he would die every night but not in a way he wanted.