Holla Wattpaders! I know the last chapter was short so I'm gonna try and make this chapter longer! Maybe 5 pages? Screw me if I make it to only 3, kay? Okay, so now, a warning to people who are reading this chapter and I mean CHAPTER not the STORY, this chapter contains offensive things... so, if you don't want to read it, you can drag on...
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Ray's Pov
He stood there, wearing a smirk and a cocky attitude. Blue eyes gleamed bright, fixed on his godson, dismissing my presence. My arms tightened around Ash protectively, though I wasn't sure what exactly he needed protection from.
"I'd love to hear about your nightmare too," Steve said, sounding genuinely curious. It felt wrong, the atmosphere, the tension, it felt charged with something that I couldn't understand. "Can I listen in?"
Sick bastard.
He was mocking him. I could feel it. Throwing salt on the wounds and then pressing large hands on the barely healed scabs to make sure they hurt, to make sure he was in agony. The sound of his voice disgusted me; I wanted to run away.
Steve stepped forward and instantly I was shuffling backward, dragging Ash along with me. He seemed annoyed at that, glaring at me darkly but soon seemed to forget about it when he laid his eyes on Ash again.
"Ash, how long are you going to make me wait? Come on. Let's hear it."
"N-No," Ash whispered. He swatted off my arms weakly and I let him, suddenly frozen as he managed to stand upright, grabbing the wall for support. He stared at his godfather defiantly. "No."
Steve laughed. "No?"
Ash remained silent, struggling to remain standing.
I stood up too, trying to cover Ash with my body instinctively. Steve turned, blue eyes leering at me. I didn't see him, I couldn't possibly have missed it but I did and I was upside down, hanging over a broad shoulder, a heavy hand locking me in place and I couldn't move. My words were choked in my throat. I tried to struggle against Steve's hold, tried to get away but my limbs weren't listening, I was stuck and paralyzed.
It was a blur, I finally remembered. It was all a blur and a few moments later, Steve had me over his shoulder. All I could see of Ash was his limp arms swinging as Steve leisurely walked out of the room, climbed down the stairs and strolled into the same corridor, Ash had gone in yesterday, the one out of the which he had come crying from.
I still couldn't move.
It was dark, slivers of light everywhere but none enough to help my eyes see. I could make out silhouettes but I couldn't recognize any of it. We were going downstairs now, Steve's feet were loud and carried a lot of weight as they landed on the steps.
He stopped and I tried to lift my head, to move my fingers, to do anything to see what was in front of us but there was only broad shoulders and thin arms.
"Open the door," Steve said. There was a loud clang!, the sound of something metal being dropped and I heard a door being opened. Steve's hands tightened on my shirt and I was thrown in. I slammed against the wall and groaned, blinking off the dark spots lingering in my vision. A pale yellow haze surrounded everything and my body felt hot, feverish. I could move again.
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Handcuffed To A Gay Guy
Teen Fiction"It's the fire. It doesn't burn me." Ray Ashton is seventeen, gay and a ragged survivor on the streets. Kicked out by his father and drastically shocked by the death of his mother, Ray lives each day of his life in the clutches of cold and dreadful...
