Try Me

16

Dominic's POV

I head Andrew's scream from across the street.

I dashed down the street and banged open the door, my eyes clouding over with hatred as I saw Ethan pinning Andrew down.

"S-s-stop...Dominic h-h-help.."

Andrew whispered before blacking out. 

I stood there, my fingers curling into fists, gritting my teeth.

Ethan was reaching under Andrew's shirts, tracing his fingers on his chest.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"YOU FUCKING JACKASS!!!"

I screamed, lunging forward and grabbing Ethan's neck, tearing him away from Andrew.

Ethan just smirked.

"Came to protect your little cutie? Well, sorry, but I already claimed him."

I gave Ethan a death stare.

"I'm going to kill you."

I said, raising my fist.

Ethan grabbed a knife from his pocket and lunged at me, missing.

I threw him at the wall and grabbed both of his arms, pinning them above him, and leaning in.

Ethan's eyes widened mockingly.

"My, my, what a naughty boy, now you want me?"

My eyes slanted.

"...Shut up."

I growled.

Ethan suddenly kneed my stomach and my grip loosened.

He slid his arm out of my loosened grip and stabbed me close to my waist, smiling.

I let him go, stumbling back and pressing my wound.

"Heh."

He walked over to Andrew and started to pick him up.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!!"

Ethan looked at me with a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

"And why shouldn't I touch him? He's mine."

I lunged at Ethan again, taking hold of his knife, and holding it at his throat.

"Do you want me to cut you?"

I asked, growling.

His eyes widened slightly.

"Woah.... I didn't know you could make that look."

Tch....

What's with this kid?

"Just die already."

I threw the knife at the wall, and leaned into him, whispering in his ear.

"If you try to harass Andrew, I'd have to rape you instead. Do you really want that?"

Ethan's eyes widened.

"W-what the hell?!"

He backed away from me and I smiled at him.

"Good boy. Now don't you ever touch him again."

I staggered a bit as I walk to Andrew, picking him up in my arms bridal style.

His eyes were closed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

His lips were parted, and he was breathing softly.

I staggered out of the house and toward my apartment, carrying him gently.

I leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"Stop convincing yourself that no one loves you.... It just makes you even more vulnerable... and tempting."

I placed my lips on his for a second, and walked into my apartment.