My Only (Boyxboy) [OVERHAUL; ON HOLD]

Labyrinth

A/N: This chapter will be a bit confusing. Sorry about that. The next chapter should clear everything up, so just try and roll with me and this chapter, you awesome people \(^.^)/

Victoria bursted into the bedroom, and, without any further warning, stomped over and ripped Jake and I apart from eachother.

I cringed at her nails digging into my shoulder blade as she threw me against a wall. I wanted to see what was happening with her. It was the only way to know how to react.

However, when my eyes met hers, I was drowned in pure bloodlust. Her scarlet irises slashed and stabbed at my body, withholding all sympathy.

"Victoria, what are you doing?!"

She remained silent as she narrowed her eyes further.

"I," Victoria spoke, "have an interesting story to tell to my family. A story that involves regaining MY life back, while disposing of the TRASH that has consumed it." Her words were steeped in venom.

"What do you mean?! Why are you acting so-"

"She's right, Justin." Jake cut me off, a depressed longing resting on his face. My head pivoted instantaneously towards the direction of Jake's voice. Slowly, he procured a small pocket knife from his back pocket, intently studying its movement with his own darkened blue eyes.

"Wait, Jake, what... why are you... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I shrieked. The effort to attract a response was ignored by both.

Jake then stepped back into the corner of the room, keeping his face in Victoria's and my direction.

"She's right, Justin." Calmly, Jake motioned the knife to hover before his heart.

"She will always be right, Just-" Amidst a quick utterance of the phrase, Jake, without hesitiation, plunged the knife into his chest, directly towards his heart.

As his eyes gave one last burst of shock, Jake groaned in agony, and fell to his knees. His sputtering began, shallow gasps for air reaching his mouth. Blood soon followed, forcibly being spat onto the carpet below the now visibly shaking Jake.

My chest tightened, and my own blood ran cold. I could no longer feel or taste as I, too, crumpled to the ground in a messy heap. Glancing up, I saw a smirk tug at the corners of Victoria's lips.

"If only you had listened, Justin. Now, I will always be right and you will always be wrong. I hope you suffer." The hand she used to rest on her hip reached out, and gestured towards the direction of Jake. "I suppose it was just a matter of time before-"

Now it was my turn to interject. "SHUT UP! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW! WHY did... b-but...." My voice started strong, then ended in pitiful stuttering.

She feigned a hurt expression towards me, though all my sympathy for her was lost. Disregarding Victoria, I stole one last panicked glimpse at Jake.

He had fallen on his side, now pulling his knees closer to him with a tentacle-like grip, his breathing soft and somber. The velvet, thick liquid pooled around his head and chest. Streams of tears breached my eyes at the sight. Even from the ground I could tell his last few minutes were about to conclude.

Crawling over to his frail shape, my fingers frantically tugging at the carpet, I dragged myself across the ground, collapsing inches from his face. His hair and clothes were drenched in the sticky substance.

Gazing at Jake, my heart clenched in despair as my disbelief heightened. Ever so gently, I used my thumb to wipe a small splatter of blood off of his cheek.