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***CHARLIES POV***
"You are such a wuss!" Collin exclaimed, laughing at me as the tears rolled down my face. Indignantly I glared at him, crossing my arms across my chest.
"No you are just cold hearted!" I yelled back, jutting my lip out poutingly as the final music of Titanic the movie echoed through the room. Collin tightened his grip around my shoulder, smiling at my expression.
"Ok I'm sorry then." He said seductively, moving his face towards mine, stubbornly I moved away, smirking at his whining expression.
"Nope," I said cheekily, enjoying his annoyance.
"Come on Charlie, just one kiss?" He coaxed, making my resolve waver. But I quickly recovered, shaking my head.
"Nope, you mocked me. I'm not gonna reward you." I said teasingly, making him growl. Without warning he then flipped over, quickly pinning me to the bed. Straddling me, he moved his face closer to mine, making me shiver.
"Your turn to be punished." He whispered sexily, making my face grow hot. Slowly he moved his hands down my body, making me whimper. They reached closer and closer to my crotch, almost quenching the heat that had built inside me when-
"Ahhh!" I screamed, the tickling too much for me. Giggles erupted from my stomach, coming out of me in large bursts. Collin smirked, moving his hands lightly against my skin, laughing at my torture.
"Please-gasp-stop-gasp-it-haha! I yelled, making him tickle me harder.
"You deserve it, you teased me." He said cheekily, making me glare between laughs. He started moving his hands toward my feet, making me beg for mercy, when the door to Collins room flew open. Immediately Collin jumped back, seperating himself from me as far as possible. The man at the door scared me.
Tall and muscular, he was clad in a perfectly tailored suit, pure black and intimidating. He had ashy colored, mussed up hair, similar to Collins, his handsome face covered in stubble. His eyes were grey, as beautiful and striking as my boyfriends, but ten times more cruel.
It was easy to tell who he was. He was Collin's father.
He stared at me with disdain and poorly veiled anger, the disgust clearly painted across his face. Collin looked protective, livid at his fathers stare, the one aimed so obviously in my direction.
But hidden, shown easily in his striking grey eyes, he also looked quite scared.
"Dad." He greeted coldly, drawing his fathers attention away from me. His dad smirked evilly, turning in his sons direction.
"Son." He greeted back, even colder than Collin.
It was downright sinister.
"Whos this..." He took a pause to roll his eyes over me, trying to come up with the proper thing to call me. "Boy." He finished snarkily, sending a patronizing grin in Collins direction. Collins fists clenched, but his face stayed carefully neutral, seeming almost bored.
"A classmate at school." He said carelessly, not straying from his Dads stare.
"What kind of classmate?" His Dad drawled, making it obvious he didn't believe his sons story.
"A math nerd." Collin said through gritted teeth, making me wince. His dad grinned darkly, obviously knowledgeable of the pain he was putting his son through.
But he was enjoying it.
"Well your ways of... studying are definitely interesting." He said pointedly, making me blush and look to the ground.
"Why are you even home Dad?" Collin asked, his tone tight and annoyed. His Dad just smirked, starting to walk out of the room.
"Obviously to catch my son with a fag." He said bluntly, seemingly enjoying watching me squirm. Collin shook his head, his glare harsh.
"There is nothing going on." He stated icily, hurt flaring in me at his words. "You should know that I will always hate fags." His dad simply smirked at his statement, seemingly amused and unconvinced, before responding.
"We'll see." He said in a menacing tone, his eyes cruel and warning. He turned, starting to leave, before tossing one last confusing sentence over his shoulder. "Tell your friend he needs to see me." He said ominously. He then left the room, slamming the door behind him.
And then Collin sank to his knees and started to cry.
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