My Psycho Jock (bxb)

Chapter 17 Love Me for Better or for Worse

I love the ground under his feet,

and the air over his head

and everything he touches

and every word he says

I love all his looks

and all his actions

and him entirely

and all together...

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A life? Bullshit!!!

A future? Fucking stupid!!!
    
     If only he knew. Benjamin scream to himself. If only Edward knew that he would never have any of those. Even if he didn't had any of it in the first place.

Benjamin make his way down to the basement room. He want to understand that Edward needs to settle in all of this. But its really hard when all Benjamin wanted to do was stick his huge and hard rod inside Edward and make him scream his name when he fu.ck him through the night. Its really hard.

But Benjamin assure himself...Edward needs time and he could give him all the time in the world. Approximately, Benjamin would gave Edward anything just because Benjamin own him.

Even if Benjamin didn't brought Edward to this world which he had always wished he could in the first place, Edward was created for him. But he is no god so he let that one pass. Edward very existance is the only reason for whatever there is in life.

Edward is the only light that could shine upon his dark world.

Save his tortured soul—

Heal his damage heart

Help him from his insanity

And walk with him through hell, back and forth.

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Edward

I was dreaming falling from a tall skyscraper when my body jolted in surprise, waking me up from my deep slumber. For some reason, I had wished that I would stay asleep...forever.

I truly envy those who had died in their sleep. Can you imagine how awful their life must be that even God had decided to bless them with a peaceful death. How they have suffer so much that when they need to move on to the next life, everything is safe and simple. Just like that.

Leaving behind people who know them. Leaving behind scars and their lifetime effort.

I walk towards the kitchen to fill in my thirst when I heard noises from the kitchen. I stop in my track when I saw Ben making breakfast.

“Morning.” He said with his back towards me. How did he know? He got an eye in the back of the head or something.

“I smell you...if you're wondering how...and your footsteps.”

Its bothering and creepy but being kidnapped by a handsome crazy dude is very disturbing enough so I just shrugged it off and proceed to open the refrigerator. My eyes wandered around looking for water.

There wasn't any water or juice but then I heard the sound of something being poured. I slowly turn my head to see Ben put the mineral bottle beside the glass.

Maybe its just me but I guess I haven't noticed the small dining table in the middle of the room were already filled with food.

I hesitantly grab the glass gulp it down my throat. Does he read mind or something? This is starting to freak me out a lot actually.

Again like last night, we ate in silence.

“How long you plan on keeping me here?” I ask.

“Don't know. As long as I can I guess.”

“What for? Sex slavery?”

I look up to see how he would react to my remarks.

His jaw clenched and the grip on his utensils tighten a bit for a moment but still he force a smile out.

“Don't push me babe.”

“Push what? I'm only saying the right thing. Why else would you put me in this shithole?” I said feeling like I have a gut for the first time in my life.

Being in where I am right now and the situation I'm in,  had me fighting for my life, defending my freedom and hoping for an escape.

His jaw clenched again but still a smile spread across his face.

“I told you, I build this house for us so that we can be together.” He speak slowly and gently trying to gain his composure I guess.

“I don't wanna be with you. I don't even like you.”

I don't know what will happen at this rate but still I'm a little bit curious as to how much love he had for me as he claimed it to be.

I could get stab in the eye with a fork on his right hand or the table would flip and Ben would kick me so hard at the chest I would die from breathing malfunction. I could also be stabbed in both of my hands on the table and Ben would rape me there with my hands bleeding all over.

After few seconds, Ben put down his utensils and grab his front messy hair. His jaw clenched again and he close his eyes. His angry but he seriously doesn't have too look like a freaking supermodel.

“What do you wanna do today?”

All of a sudden he raise his head up and look at me straight in the eye with a smile across his face asking me what I want to do for the day.

Crazy or just extremely patient.

I was in awe as to his sudden mood changes. I don't know what should I do or how should I react. The insane thought of it is just too much.

“I...I...I don't know.”

“Well since its Saturday, I thought we could you know...hang out.” He wink.

I relief a heavy sigh and walk away from the table.

This is just too much. If I don't get out here soon, I'm just gonna be like Ben

or worse.