Boy in Pink

Chapter 43

We stopped for a moment to think. Think, Rory, think! Where could Junpei be? Well, I've only seen them in my room, and I don't know where else they stay...

"We might need to just look around the entire place to find them," I suggested, but Braedon just shook his head.

"Rors, we can't. We don't have enough time to go back in, otherwise it'd get worse."

"B, y'know I love you, right?" He nodded, and I continued, "so how the hell do you know about this?"

He sighed and gently gripped my shoulder. "I just overheard people talking, okay? No need to worry, please," He reassured me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"People? As in the man and Junpei or other men?" He nodded and grabbed my hand, leading me back down the hallways.

I'm sorry, Junpei... I hope you survive and see me again.

We started running again, through the hallways and down long corridors. Still no one was here... worried me a bit. Braedon was also worrying me. Wakes me up in the middle of the night? Randomly, I might add. Plus, overhearing people talking about how this building makes people insane? Doesn't really add up, since no one else is here...

We finally made it outside, and it felt like my lungs were free. I could actually breathe, instead of the stuffiness of the 'hospital'. Let's hope I don't have to go back...

"B, you said you heard people talking about this place?" He looked over at me and nodded.

"I did. Why, love?"

"I was just curious... You said the place itself makes people go insane. Do you know if it wears off when they're free?" I asked, curious. If it does, and my head clears up, I can go back for Junpei and we can have a happily ever after!

"They never mentioned anything, but I don't know, considering I don't know how said person goes insane in their anyways. Maybe when we get home, we can do a little research, okay?" He told me, and I agreed.

"Yeah, alright... Let's go."

We walked away from the building, but I couldn't help but look back before following Braedon.

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We were lost. Like, hella lost. In an alleyway lost.

"Brae, you told me you knew where we were going!" I yelled, angrily. I knew I shouldn't have yelled, but I couldn't help it. I was stressed and exhausted after hours of walking. I just wanted to go home.

"Rory, I lied, okay!?" He yelled back, throwing his hands up in the air. "I fucking lied!" Tears began to roll down his face as he continued, "we were both kidnapped and brought here. I was blindfolded, and you just... you wouldn't remember. And neither of us have our cellphones. So just please, let me try to let me think for crying out loud!" I tensed as I listened.

"B, I'm sorry... you're stressed, and overwhelmed, and so am I. I know, I understand. I'm sorry for yelling, I'll try not to again, okay?" He nodded and sniffled softly, my heart breaking just a little.

"Sorry for crying, I just... you're right... I'm so overwhelmed and scared and just... I miss my family, my friends, everyone..." He burst into tears, and I quickly embraced him, helping him onto the cold, concrete floor of the alleyway.

"Shhhh... I know, I know, baby... I miss everyone too..." I continued to whisper soft, comforting words to him as I rubbed his back and head. Soon, he fell asleep, curled up in my arms. Just like old times, I mused to myself with a sigh. I pressed my back to the wall and held him. Ugh, it's so cold... it's like Mid-May or even June! I can't tell... I sighed softly and looked down at my boyfriend in my arms. He looked so cute, even though tears stained his face... I gently wiped the tears away, my heart wanting to burst.

He didn't deserve this. No one would.

Just then, I saw them. His scars. From the torture sessions. No, no, no, no... I gently moved his shirt collar around to look at his scars. They adorned his neck like a warm scarf, except painful. I grimaced as I gently looked under his shirt, and saw more. They were all over his body, and I couldn't imagine what he was put through...

I wanted to throw up at the things I imagined. All contained my boyfriend being hurt, and I hated it. I hated them. I hated the people who hurt him. I hated the man for kidnapping him. I hated everything.

I sighed and gently brushed his hair out of his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. So pretty...

"You're gorgeous, B, y'know that?" I whispered, but no response. I figued, since he was asleep. As I closed my eyes, I heard a soft, "I know..."

I smiled softly, and let myself go to sleep, knowing Braedon was okay. For now. At least that's what I thought...