𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌

Damien

"Everyone's going to listen to me, put the phone down, and let my neck go. Or Milo's going to have a bullet through his head."

I attempt to pull my arms away, but it's like they're stuck.  They won't budge from around his neck.

"Damien let him go please." Milo begs as he looks up from the gun at me with pleading eyes.

"I— I—"

I continue trying to unhook my arms around Nathan's throat. But for the life of me I—

"—Can't."

"Damien please." Caleb pleads on the right of me, sitting still in the chair with the phone planted face down on the table.

"You have three seconds to let go of me." Nathan warns as he places his finger on the trigger, "3..." I continue to pull my arms, miserably failing.

Fuck! Why the hell aren't my arms moving!?

"2..."

Come on! Please move—

"1..." He pulls the trigger and before I knew it, there was a loud gunshot and Milo fell to the floor.

Finally my arms unhooked from Nathan's throat, and I looked down at Milo's limp body being pulled into a crying Caleb's arms.

I watch as the blood pours down Milo's forehead and my heart nearly skipped a beat as tears blurred my vision. My hands clamp over my mouth as I feel my heart sink to the floor.

***

     "Damien." I hear my name being called and I shoot up, I was drenched in sweat. I run a hand through my hair as I look at my lap collecting myself and thoughts, tears running down my skin.

A hand wiping tears from my face caused me to snap back to reality, looking up I see Milo. Eyes opened, alive and well, no blood, no bullet through his head. Just him, breathing and conscious.

"Are you alr—" I pulled him into my arms, holding him tight, keeping him close for a while. It was a dream, just a fucking dream. Of everything I had to dream about, why something so fucking brutal? Why about

"Damien, are you ok?" Milo asks as his arms wrapping his arms around me.

"Yea, just a nightmare." I let out a sigh before pulling back, I keep my hand in his.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." I looked around on the bed, "Did Caleb already leave for class?"

"Yea, he left an hour ago." He continues before letting my hand go and slipping off the bed, "I'm getting in the shower, okay? You gonna be alright?"

"Actually, can I get in with you?" I ask him and I watch his face and the tip of his ear flush red.

"U—Uh, yea."

"I forget that your ears turn red when you blush." I toss my legs off the bed, looking up at him as he stands in between my legs with a dorky red face.

"Shut up, they do not." He adverts his eyes away, clearly embarrassed.

"Hm, whatever you say."

"I'm getting in the shower." He rushes out the door into the bathroom, after a few moments I hear the water running.

I smile at his embarrassed state before standing up and walking to the bathroom and getting undressed before getting into the shower.

"How are you feeling after yesterday?" He asks as he grabs his lufa and pours some scented body wash on it, before beginning to wash his body.