𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲

Breaking point

"Stop for one second please."

The police officer turned his head around to look me in the eyes. "What is it? Do you have something important to say? If not then I expect from you to wait till we get to the police station."

I gulped. I didn't knew how to say that there is a dead body laying somewhere in that huge mansion being totally bloody and soon rotten if no one will save this poor soul out of this disturbing building. I felt so bad. I felt so horrible bad to what happend to that person and I also felt a huge anger towards that 'thing' that did this him or her. Knowing that 'it' wasn't worth it being called a 'human-being' after what they put that person through. I didn't wanted to imagine all the things that may had happend in that small and dark room. No light. No one to call for help. Nothing. Just pure horror.

I didn't realised that I zoned out until someone snapped their fingers infront of my face. 

"Hey are you okay? You look quite pale right now. We can sit down for a second if you feel sick all right?" The police officer asked me while still looking at me with... a hint of concern in his voice? Was it concern or did he just asked me this because it would have been inappropriate to not ask if I look like I was about to faint in a second or two. 

He took my silent answer as a yes because I suddenly felt a warm but firm hand touching my back and staying there the whole time while leading me towards the police car. I was so caught of guard by that action that my cheeks started to heat up again. The police officer realised the nervous feeling coming from me and the way my body started to tense up when he touched my back. 

"No need to be so nervous. You just really looked like you were about to faint and the last thing I want now is calling the ambulance because you fainted and falled on the hard stone ground."

 He explained to me while letting out an deep chuckle. So he really just did it out of politeness and the fact that he doesn't feel like taking care of an injured person who apparently can't take care of himself. (Authors Note: yeah our boy really is quite stupid lol. He didn't just do it out of politness you idiot...)

Carlo and Matt was walking behind us and I could hear them quietly giggling the whole time. I just huffed annoyed because I didn't had the power to be angry with these two. I actually really enjoyed the way the taller man lead me towards the car with his hand on my back.

I felt so safe with him and an warm feeling builded up inside my stomach out of now where. I tried to ignore it and it suprisingly worked because I was to concentrated on not actually fainting from those soothing words that came out of his mouth in that low voice of his. Probably trying to comfort me. They way his muscular body was so near to mine and the fact that always kept an eye on me was just so reassuring. 'No way I get all flustered just by a single touch on my back...that is really unbelievable, why do I feel that way when he is near me? There is now way- '. But I was quickly interupted by the same voice that made me feel like blushing the whole time.

"Now let just sit down for a second all right? You can calm down until your ready to tell me the thing that you wanted to get of your chest. And don't worry, I will stay here with you so that you have someone to take care of you if you feel sick again okay?" I just nodded slightly.

We sat there in total silent for almost 10 minutes. Carlo and Matt were sitting on a near by bench the whole time, while silently observing me and the officer with a hint of curiousity in their eyes. They both could probably tell that whatever I saw in that mansion wasn't something to play with.

"Uhm..." I started my sentence with akwardness, trying to find the right words. "You ready to talk?" The officer turned his head as soon as he heard the small tone coming out of my mouth. He watched my reaction after his question, always shifting his gaze across my body.