Hush

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•Braden•

"God fucking damnit!" I yell, throwing an extremely expensive vase at the wall. It shatters and falls and I feel the frustration and anger coursing through me. Why did he have to be so damned difficult?!

"Fuck!" I yelled and punched the wall. Why can't this be easier? I thought he'd understand. I love him...so much...three damn years.

I am 24, he is 18. He was at a party that I was at. He didn't look happy and his girlfriend had run off with some other guy for a bit before coming back to him. They'd ended up making out and she lifted his shirt and I saw the scars there. I knew they were from his own hands and felt hurt. I followed him home after that party, his girlfriend had left to go home too, but left with another dude when he wasn't looking. When he'd gotten home his parents were yelling and he went straight to the back yard and stripped down to his boxers. He jumped in the pool and fell to the bottom, staying there for a good fifteen minutes. I was terrified he'd died but knew he hadn't or he'd have floated back up. It amazed me how long he stayed down there. When he came back up and got out, the water dripping from his body shone. I could easily see the scars on his rib cage, small and in rows. I knew they were self inflicted.

I knew I had to keep an eye on him, to make sure he was okay, but I also knew I couldn't let him see me.

After a month I knew I was in love. I'd find myself watching him at night while he slept and even took his phone and listened to his music, which was all dark songs about death and being alone and wanting to kill. I felt so bad for him. Later on I'd climbed in his window and laid in bed with him, cuddling him from behind and he turned around and cuddled me back, never waking up. It filled my heart with joy. But I had to leave after half an hour because I heard his mom stomping toward his room. She'd come in and yelled at him for not cleaning up a mess his father had made. He turned around and cleaned it up without saying anything and went back to his room and started making more slices in his chest.

I went home and cried that night.

A year after that I heard he was going to be a model and was enraged. His body was mine! No one got to see him except me! I needed to have him. He would be mine.

The next two and a half years I planned my kidnapping plan and waited for the right time. When the right time came he was in the pool again, his sister at a friends and his parents drunk. I carefully sunk into the pool and waited just above the water for him to come up. When he did, just as he was taking a breath I cloraphormed him and pulled him from the pool. I went to his room and grabbed his clothes and left a note telling his parents and sister to not look for him. And I left a separate one for his girlfriend, telling her she was a whore and that he never cared for her and not to even try to pretend she liked him. I took him took him to my home, which was on a 30 acre field, that way no one could hear or see anything.

What surprised me was that he stayed out for three days. I was so worried. I stayed in the room for the first day and checked constantly the second. When he did finally wake up I nearly cried from relief.

But he rejected me. He cried. He yelled. He fought.

Why? I know I kidnapped him but it was for his own good, he'd have killed himself!

I sit and cry on my bed. He wanted me to go away so I would, just to teach him a lesson. Ill not feed him, let him shower. He'll be stuck there till he's learned his lesson, and I don't care how long it takes. He will not disrespect me in my place, especially after all the things I've done for him.

I lay down under the vibrant royal blue blanket, embroidered in black lace. The same color as his amazing eyes. I fall asleep after a minute, a sad smile on my lips.

I wake up, the sun shining through to the lavender walls of my room. I lay for a moment, thinking of going down for him before remembering the lesson I had to teach. I stand and stretch, going over to my computer which had the camera feed pulled up, showing him slumped over. He had his legs sort of crossed and his hands in his lap, his head fallen to the side, black hair covering his pale skin. I longed to see his royal blue shining eyes but I sighed and stood, going downstairs. I stopped outside the door to his room.

It was a shit room, no furniture and no lighting and no windows. I painted the room all black so you couldnt distinguish anything.

I sigh and walk to the kitchen and make some coffee. I sit on the couch and flip the news on, growling with anger when I see Valen's smiling face there, the words missing child underneath.

"Fucking idiots. Never fucking listen. I'M TRYING TO HELP HIM! I LOVE HIM DAMNIT!" I yell at the tv. I sighed, thankfull I'd made the room he was in sound proof so he couldnt hear me.

I stand and grab my shoes and car keys, walking out the door and getting in the car. I had to go to work.

I worked as a doctor. After my parents died and left the house to me, fully paid off, I knew I had to find a job, doctor just seemed like the best idea, and it was true, it means if he gets hurt I wouldn't have to take him from my home. Our home.

Once I arrive everyone is talking about Valen and I had to ask to leave early and on my way out there was police and they asked if I had seen him and I shook my head. On the way home my knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Why were people so fucking nosey?

I pull into the long drive and sigh, rubbing my face. I wonder how he's doing. I get out, turning the car off, and walk in, throwing my keys down and kicking off my shoes. I sigh and stop, looking over to his door with a frown. I debated going in before shaking my head and walking to my room, sitting at the computer. He was awake now. He seemed to have been saying something. I furrow my brows with a frown and turn the volume up. He was...singing? My heart throbbed as he sung, he was so good. I didn't know the song but he looked content singing it. He was leaning against the wall, head back and eyes closed, singing as if no one was watching. I smiled and leaned my head on my hand and listened, eventually falling asleep to the sound of his beautiful voice.

•Valen•

Please someone find me... I don't wanna be here! I want to be at home! I felt my emotions harden for the time being, my lack of sleep and all. I felt also kind of loopy. But I wanted out.

"

Braden please, please let me out." I beg, quietly at first.

"Braden...please...I don't like it in here! Please I'll be good! I won't fight, please!" I yell, realizing how alone and helpless I actually felt.

"Braden please I don't wanna be alone!" I sob.

But none of it worked. He didn't care. He was probably laughing at me right now. I start to feel like a child; a lonely and broken child. There was nothing I could do about anything.

I slumped against the wall, not even caring about being uncomfortable anymore and started singing. Id always loved to sing, I just wasn't good at it and even if I was I didn't want to pursue it as a career. I didn't even want to be a model but my sister convinced me to do it, saying it'd help me get away from our parents. She didn't like them either. Frankly she liked them less than I did because they always called me names like faggot and a waste of space, all because they overheard me talking to her once telling her I wasnt exactly sure if I was straight at the time. Ever since then she'd been my only real friend. Id always sorta knew my girlfriend, Penelope, was cheating, I just didn't want to believe it.

After I sung The Death of a Bachelor by Panic! at the Disco, I sung Girls/Girls/Boys and Victorious before my mind started to wander to darker songs like Sober, by Tool. After about three more songs my throat was killing me and so was my head. I was hungry and wanted food. I also wanted a shower. But I knew he wasn't going to come in and bring me out. I give up and just slump over again, letting myself fall over and close my eyes.