Assassin [dylmas]

24.

Zero stayed in the livingroom with Thomas till the morning, as the boy decided not to come back upstairs.

Dylan slammed the guestroom door shut and tossed the gun on the bed.

On the next morning, they drove back to the villa, and Thomas hasn't spoken a word to Dylan. He kept listening to music. They stopped at Kaya's house and Thomas run out before anyone could stop him. He met his mum in the Scodelario's livingroom and crushed into her arms.

„Honney, oh I'm so happy you're ok," she started to cry. „Don't go to the rehersal today, it's too dangerous," she took his face in her hands.

„Mum, the premiere is tomorrow, I can't leave my team," Thomas shivered.

The horror of last night, in the forest flashed before his eyes. Dylan tossing the knife into the man's ches. Thomas closed his eyes, he hated his boyfriend, or ex boyfriend, he wasn't sure about it.

„My acting is the only thing I have left mum, I must stay human in all this madness," he sat on the couch but seconds later Kaya jumped on him hugging him tightly.

„I missed you Pupmkin," he looked at her freackles and smiled.

They stayed with Kaya's parent for breackfast and Thomas tried to act normal altough he avoided Dylan's glance.

„What happened between you two?"Kaya lowered her voice.

„I'm done with him," muttered Thomas.

„What had he done?" she seemed shocked.

„He's just an assassin, he never will be anything better than that," Thomas clenched his fists.

After breackfast they drove back to the villa and Thomas run upstairs to change clothes. He took his screenplay, athough he had the whole thing memorized perfectly, than he run out of his room with his coat in his hand, and stopped next to Dylan's opened door. He looked inside and shivered missing his boyfriend already, altough it's been few hours since the battle in the woods. Thomas noticed a bright grey, nearly white hoodie lying on the bed and glanced around. He sighed, but walked into Dylan's room and took the hoodie putting it on. It was too big, but Thomas felt the warmth of the fabric and Dylan's smell around him. It was the smell of safety, and love. The boy took a breath and returned to his room. He left the coat on a chair and run downstairs. The day was cold and cloudy and the garden started to look empty when the autumn wind atter left the trees bare. Dylan was standing next to the silver jeep. He looked at Thomas and his own hoodie, and his eyebrows went up.

"Not mad anymore?" Dylan opened the driver's door.

„It's just. . . It looks comfortable," Thomas blushed but kept a serious face.

He opened the cardoor and sat on the leater seat.

"I thought a millionaire has enough of his own clothes," Dylan turned the key and started the car.

He turned his head when he reversed from the driveway.

„I took it, you stole my. . . my gay virginty," Thomas looked towards the window.

„You're acting like a kid," Dylan stayed serious.

"Maybe I am one," Thomas took his earphones and turned the music on as loud as possible.

„It's my life, don't you understand it!" Thomas shouted to the grey haired man who played his father.

„You're too young to live your own life to distinguish right for wrong," the man approached him.

„I am not a child anymore!" Thomas screamed and although he wasn't supposed to cry in this scene deep salty tears rolled down his cheeks.

„Thomas, Thomas, what happened?" Helen, who played his mother run to the boy.

„Leve me alone. . . I need a break," Thomas tossed the screenplay through the room.

Somehow he needed to use it today as he kept forgetting his lins.

„A small breake," Dorian the director took his glasses off and started to pull his hair.

He had all the reasons to be flustrated. The premiere was tomoreow evening, all the tickets were sold for months and journalists from all over the world were in London prepared to write a review about the play and it's teenage star. And this teenage star was suddenly unable to play.

Thomas trmebled when he sat on the floor and leaned his back against the wall. He grabbed his knees with his hands like if he would like to hug himself. Helen knelt right next to him.

„What happened, you can talk to me?" she said.

Thomas glanced through the room, his eyes darker than ever. His gaze fell on Dylan's tall figure. The man was sitting on a windowsill and looked equaly sad.

„It's bacuse of him," Helen fololwed Thomas' stare.

„You don't understand," Thomas felt heat inside his body.

„Maybe I do understand, long time ago I was young, and madly in love too," she smiled.

„But. . . he's a boy, and so am I," Thomas felt the embarrassment.

„So. . ." she looked at him. „Does it matter to you?"

Thomas shook his head.

„He's done terrible things," he glanced at his feet.

„Everyone has some past," Helen sat on the floor.

„Bout not like that. . . He's an assassin," Thomas hated himsefl for speaking Dylan's biggest secret out loud.

„I only saw him protecting you. Think about it," Helen tapped his knee and got up.

„Can we?" Dorin groaned.

Thomas risked a quick glance at Dylan and felt the butterflies again.

He ignored them and got up. He tried to focus, and somehow he acted a little better. Dorian had a worried look, when he said bye to him after the rehersal, but Thomas tried to ignore it too. He hadn't spoken a word to Dylan for the rest of the day and when he got back to the villa he grabbed some sweets from the kitchen, and locked himself in his room. He eventually fell asleep, still in Dylan's hoodie surrounded by his lover's smell.