StepBrothers -Ianthony ~ (BoyXBoy) ~

Chapter 63

Ian's POV

I couldn't call out for him, my lungs were clogged. I couldn't breathe properly and my vision was beginning to fade away.

I soon felt myself pass out, but not before I felt a pair of hands around my shoulders, dragging me across the grass, I didn't know who it was, and I didn't think I wanted to know.

Anthony's POV

I kept walking, I didn't look back. I couldn't face him right now, my mind was spinning. It was showing me so many thoughts that I couldn't think clearly.

His face kept flashing into my mind and it was continuing to annoy me to death. His smile, his frown, his laugh, his sob, his breaths, his shortness, his ass... it all kept covering my eyes. All I could see were those stupid flashes of him. I couldn't escape!

I sighed as I continued to walk down the sidewalk, making my way back home. I need to forget about him for right now. He'll be fine, right?

Ian's POV (ooh)

I couldn't see, I couldn't move. I was crammed in a trunk as I was guessing because I could feel a car moving against the cement road.

I was so scared, I could only guess the one person who could have taken me in such short notice.

I tried crying out for help but the gag in my mouth has completely cut off the voice I had. I could hear the car stop, start, stop, start and then repeat.

We were going far but I hadn't known where. I don't think the person had taken my phone, I could feel it still in my pocket.

I was more than scared, I missed my boyfriend. I missed him, I need him. I need him to save me, I need anyone, someone, please.

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I could feel the car come to a complete stop, hearing it turn off. I then heard footsteps getting closer and closer, the trunk opened and I could see the face of the devil. My worst nightmare during that week at home, had come true. I felt as if I was going to die.

Anthony's POV

I walked inside to see my father on the couch with a book in his hands. "Son?" He asked me, not taking his eyes away from the white colored book in his hands.

I paused in my place. "Yes?" I asked concerned as I closed the door. He finally turned his gaze up to me with disappointment clearly filled inside his eyes. "Where's Ian?" He asked seriously.

I bit my lip as I continued to keep a straight face. "He wanted to be left alone in the park." I mumbled. He stared me deep into the eyes. "And why is that." He kept his voice deep and low.

I slowly pushed my gaze away from him as he stood up. "I don't know, he wasn't ready to come home, I was." I mumbled lower. He walked over to me as he grabbed my shoulder. "Anthony, what did you do to Ian." He stared deeply into my eyes.

I instantly looked away as I chewed on my lip. "I said he fucking wanted to stay there." I mumbled angrily. He was now gripping both my shoulders. "Listen here. I've been through your lying shit. His mother died. Don't you have sympathy for him?" He asked, squinting.

I nodded slightly as I ignored his gestures, pushing my hands into my pockets. "He's a faggot." I murmured under my breath.

I instantly felt a sharp pain in my cheek as I looked up. "You can say anything you want. But when you call your love, a word that causes yourself to lose your thinking of your heart pounding for that one person. You don't deserve it, I've heard of what you did. All you should be proud of right now, getting someone as special as Ian to even talk to you. You're a fuck boy." He said to me as he held onto my shirt.

No tears filled my eyes, I wasn't ashamed. I knew of what I was, I felt as if I had been fooling everyone this whole time. No, I'm just a fuck boy. I didn't care about the boy, I didn't love him, I hated holding him in my arms, I didn't feel proud taking his virginity.

I felt pity for him, I felt bad, I felt guilty. I missed him. I had to go get him before my hair was completely pulled out. I needed to get him back, I was afraid of what I would find when I arrived back at the park, I was scared to death. Everything in my mind was blaming me for leaving him there, my conscience told me otherwise. It was saying it wasn't my fault, it was Ian's.