Bonded

Chapter Thirty Six

Isaac opened the front door to a quiet and dark house. He made his way through the shadows to the kitchen and opened the fridge. All the leftovers were gone and the shelves were pretty bare. The last few days were incredibly exhausting and he tysked at the thought of having to cook but he didn't want to leave Ollie with nothing. He looked over at the clock on the stove. No, if Ollie was still out this late he must have already eaten. Isaac shut the fridge door. It should be fine for him to skip dinner tonight and just order a few dishes for the both of them tomorrow.

He sauntered off towards the office to put away his work stuff but paused as he passed by the stairs. There was a faint light shining down from the hallway.

Maybe Ollie was home.

Isaac left his computer bag on the floor by the bottom step and made his way up. The master bedroom door at the end of the hall was slightly ajar and a sliver of light was escaping through the gap. As he got closer he could hear a hectic scuffling coming from inside.

Isaac pushed the door open slowly and quietly walked inside. He could hear rustling coming from inside the open walk-in closet, but he didn't say anything as he took off his suit jacket and laid it on the bed. He walked around to see a big duffle bag open on the floor right outside the closet door. Isaac leaned closer to peek at who was inside, right as Ollie burst out.

Ollie's arms were overflowing with a large mound of his clothes. He could barely be seen over the top of the pile but Isaac could still make out the glare that was tossed his way.

Isaac's face fell. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

"Like what?" Ollie taunted, as he fell to his knees.

Isaac also lowered himself to the floor and held the duffle bag open for Ollie to stuff. "Like you hate me."

Ollie clicked his tongue and turned his head away. "I just can't live like this anymore."

Isaac continued to silently hold open the bag even after Ollie's arms were emptied.

Ollie looked at all the things he had carelessly packed. "I can't stay in a relationship where none of the love is real."

"My love is real," Isaac urged. "I love -"

"WHO," Ollie yelled, lifting his head up to glare at Isaac anew. "Who do you love? Cause it sure as hell ain't Harry. And me?" Ollie asked, poking all his fingers into his own chest. "With Harry gone do you think I'm gonna stay around and be next on the chopping block? Stay and smile nice while you and Daniel blame all your shit on me."

"That's not true," Isaac said as he shook his head in denial. "Things have been stressful lately but they'll get better."

"Are you being serious?" Ollie asked, his anger rising. "Harry's gone Isaac, he's gone, and neither of those Elites can find him."

"They will." Isaac wanted to say it confidently but it ended up coming out more like a plea.

Ollie got back up and returned to the closet. He ripped one of his shirts off the hanger, came out and threw it in Isaac's face. "If they do," he hollered, "it'll be no thanks to you."

Isaac picked up the shirt from where it fell in his lap. "Why are you saying that?" he asked. "I've been helping. I spent hours looking for him today." He delicately folded Ollie's shirt before placing it gently into the duffle bag.

Ollie growled as he stormed away again. He yanked two different pairs of pants down before storming back out. He whipped one of the pairs at Isaac.

Isaac closed his eyes but made no other attempt to stop the clothing from crashing into him. Once it fell, he picked it up and started to fold it.