Poison in my veins (BoyxBoy)

an empty room and a roadtrip

JG•

You should have locked the door...should have locked the door....you should have locked the door...should have locked the door....

That's the only thing that runs through my mind when my heart feels like it's stopped,eyes of deep dark brown so mischievous as they smile at me like dolls in dollhouses.

"What's wrong Jack? Scared?"

Their words echo down the long alley as I start to run,their voices growing thinner the farther away I get.

Their laughs sound too high pitched and they crack loudly,reminding me of cotton candy clowns in circuses filled with horror and guts instead of the usual toys and smiles.

What if they weren't bluffing Jack?! What if they really took blondie?!

My inner commentary only makes me run faster,worry so thick in my pulsing veins I don't even register my car.I know I can run faster than any metal monster you find on the black roads.

I run like I've never ran before and,though I believed my fathers words of how heartless I was,I was proved wrong in the time it took me to run back to our hotel.My heart was beating so hard in my chest I could feel each violent thump against my ribs and I won't lie,it hurt.

Run faster Jack! You can't slow down now! What if they really took blondie?!

If I wasn't as afraid as my inner voice I would have screamed for it to shut up,but truthfully I was just as worried.

A thousand thoughts flew in my head,all coming so fast I felt sick to my stomach.

What if they took him? What if he was gone? What if they hurt him and now he was all bruised and beaten and-

Jack get the door! Stop overthinking and get the damn door!

It's like I'm on autopilot as I throw open the hotel door,speeding past the receptionist whose eyes follow me like a child follows the ice cream man on hot sticky days.

I'm barely aware of the couple I push against the wall,their yells of profanities not even reaching my ears as worry rushes so furiously through my veins I can hear the blood pumping in said veins.

My tempers running on high...and if he's not there...

Dear God,If he's not there...

Oh please be there.Please please PLEASE be there.He has to be there,he has to be there cause if he's not...

My thoughts never finish cause the slightly open door makes my vision spin,my heart tripling its already unhealthy speed as I rush through it.

I knew the answer to the question long before I opened the door,but I silently prayed to gods that despised me and angels that couldn't look at me for it not to be true.

I hoped and prayed...but the empty room I now stood in confirmed my worst fears.

The room is empty with no sign of my angel.The ruffled sheets and clothes in the closet are what tell me he was here,tell me that I'm not dreaming of my life which consists of the blue eyed angel whose skin is sweeter than honey.

I blink repeatedly,hoping this is a dream.But it's no use,blinking repeatedly still leaves me an empty room and a heart that's breaking.