Saving Him (bxb)

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*Luke's P.O.V*

I can't believe Alex bought me. Alex, my best friend I hadn't seen in seven years, who, along with everything else I loved, disappeared on my 15th birthday.
He certainly didn't look the same. His hair was longer now, wavy and barely touching his shoulders, and his bright hazel eyes bored into me as we sat in his car. I looked down at my lap, playing at the hem of the shirt he gave me and trying not to nod off.
The drugs the trainers gave me and the others were starting to wear off a little bit, but I still felt out of it. I bet if I didn't have these drugs I'd be flipping out; they were sedatives after all. My stomach hurt badly, but it was nothing compared to my chest, which felt like it was on fire and as if someone were stomping on it.
"Y-you... You really shouldn't have done that..." I said lowly. Alex's brows furrowed. Shit. Maybe I spoke too soon. I mean he did leave for a reason, maybe he saw me and wanted to buy me to torture me or something... Wait, what was I thinking, Alex couldn't do that to me. Right? Right.
"Shouldn't have done that? Are you kidding?!" He yelled. Crap. Wrong. Wrong.
"I-I-I'm sorry! Pl-please-" I looked over and tried to open the car door. I fumbled with the handle, trying to open the door. "Luke," Alex said gently, and I opened the door finally but when I tried to get out the seatbelt snapped me right back to my seat. I struggled with it, wishing I wasn't so out of it.
"Hey, hey," Alex said, reaching over me and pulling the door closed. "I meant why the hell would you say I shouldn't have saved you from that auction?! You were about to be sold. How the hell did you get here?! Are you even okay?!" Alex rambled. I opened my mouth to respond and he gasped, putting the car into drive, "oh shit, you haven't had anything to eat in what, what- when was the last time you ate?"
I blinked. "Uhm... Three, four days...?" I guessed. Well that's probably why I was so nauseous.
"Oh my God!" Alex shouted and I yelped, gripping onto the console as he sped backwards out of his parking spot and out of the lot. "I-I'm sorry..."
"Quit apologizing!"
"I'm-"
"Don't do it!"
"S-"
"Don't you dare, Luke!"
It went silent for a few moments.
"...sorry," I squeaked and Alex sighed. "You haven't changed at all. I mean ... Besides like physically and probably emotionally too and I dunno, spiritually if you're into that, which if I remember right you are, because you're 22 now... I'm gonna stop talking. We're going to Whataburger."
I couldn't help but crack a tiny smile at how skittish he was. He was always like that, cautious and anxious and always the rambling type.
"Alex... Why did you get me?" I asked lowly. "Because people don't belong in auctions. People aren't property, especially not people I care about."
"You care about me?" I asked, shocked. Alex seemed equally as surprised. "Yeah, why?"
"I mean I thought you hated me. I mean I'm pathetic and you saw that first hand, I was beat up and thrown out by my father... Plus I didn't have any other friends. I was wondering how long you would hang out with the weird loner freak..."
"Luke I would never ditch you because of appearances."
"Then because what? I was too much drama? Or too much to handle?" I whispered. It wasn't my fault my dad was so strict. It wasn't even really my fault I got kicked out. But my father had made it clear, if I didn't finish the chores by the time they got home I'd regret it. I thought he just meant that I'd get usual punishment stuff, like a beating with his belt or no dinner or something similar but it ended up being so so so much worse...
"You're not too much drama or too much to handle, and if you were, as a friend I should have helped you through it. I can't really say why I left that night. But I did. Maybe it was because of shock and awkwardness, how all the sudden ten years of friendship without stepping foot in your house, all the bruises of you being 'clumsy' suddenly made sense. I guess... I dunno," he said, and he had a look on his face almost as if he were lost in space. I nudged him when he passed the whataburger and he swore, "sorry! Sorry!"
"You don't have to apologize, S... Alex..." He gave me a sideways glance before sighing and pulling into a random parking lot to turn around.
As the car turned, I felt my stomach flip and my vision blur. "Oh G..." I clamped a hand over my mouth and Alex immediately pulled over onto the shoulder of the not busy road.
"Hey, are you okay...? Lu.... Luke! L..."
His attempts to snap me out of it were drowned out by the pounding in my head. I took a breath and it all went black.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

"Damn is this kid ever gonna wake up? If not we have a place in the club to put-"
"Randy you lay a hand on him, you won't get to be male anymore."
"Right. Sorry."
I groaned. I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. This wasn't my first time being on those drugs and being sold though, so luckily I knew how to handle it. Kind of. You really can't get used to this kind of thing, even if it's been 7 years. But for the first time, I think I was actually on a bed.
"I think he's up... What do you wanna address first? Like rules and sex toys or like y'all wanna go straight to the bedroom? I don't mind-"
An unfamiliar voice said and I heard a slap resound through the room, and a pained yell. "Hey! I'm just sayin'!"
"Well next time, try just sayin with your mouth sewn shut!" I heard Alex scream. I allowed my eyes to flutter open, the bright light making me wince. I was in a bedroom, I was guessing Alex's.
"He's up, man." I had an expression like a deer in headlights as my face was literally six inches from a red headed stranger, his blue eyes locked with mine.
"Randy, get off him!" Alex said, and the man was pulled backwards. "Dude, you still haven't explained to me this whole... Thing."
"And you haven't explained to me why you co own a bar and club that sells kids." I tensed. Crap, he was the other owner of the club?! I never expected to meet him, considering that the slaves who got to see him never came back. Ever.
I felt myself start to shake uncontrollably and a soft whimper left my lips. I knew that I was treated harshly because of my status but I never knew that I'd be facing the other owner of the club.
"Touché," Randy said, and Alex quickly came over, his hazel eyes wide and caring. "Luke, are you okay?" Before I could answer his head snapped to Randy, "what drugs do y'all give them?" He hissed. Randy lifted his hands in self defense. "Look it's nothing dangerous, just a sedative, it keeps them from retaliating."
"I oughta kill you for this..."
"How was I supposed to know your boyfriend was in the au-"
The ginger couldn't finish his sentence before he was swiftly decked by Alex, falling unconscious to the floor. He turned to me as if nothing happened, concern all over his face. "Luke are you alright? Does anything hurt? I have some Advil if you want it, and tums too and if your throat hurts I have orange juice in the fridge... And you passed out before we could get any food so I rushed you here and made spaghetti and meatballs, your favorite... At least it was, I hope it still is, I heard your taste buds change so in case I also have Mac and Cheese, chicken nuggets, peanut butter and jelly, and I think we have eggs-"
I chuckled, "I'm fine... Spaghetti is still my favorite but you really don't have to-" Alex cut me off, "You haven't eaten in days, Luke, you need to eat." I hesitated, looking from the unconscious red haired man back to Alex. "Okay..." I said. He smiled, and I felt my heart stop. Perfect white teeth, dimples, and he was even more handsome than he was back then, which I didn't think was possible.
I moved to get up but he gently pushed me back down, "I'll get it. Don't move."
I fidgeted as he left me alone in the room with the infamous mystery owner everyone was terrified of. Must not be too bad, considering he looked about my age and was knocked out by one punch from Alex.
Alex came back a couple minutes later with a tray with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs on it, a salad with ranch dressing, a tall glass of milk, and what looked like two Oreos.
"Sorry, I know I'm not the best cook but I mean I tried to get something good..."
It felt weird. For the first time since... Well, the last time I was with Alex someone was being nice to me. I missed it. And especially after having to go through everything after my 15th birthday, I really really wanted it.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" Alex asked and I didn't notice I was crying until he wiped a tear off my cheek.
"I'm sorry... I'm just- I don't... I really don't deserve all this kindness..."
"Don't say that... What I did was awful. I shouldn't have left you and I shouldn't have just acted like you didn't exist." I sniffled and he set the tray on his nightstand, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry. From now on you're safe, and you can do whatever you want, you don't need permission from anyone, okay?" He said and I felt tears come to my eyes again.
Panic suddenly rose in me as I thoroughly processed the information. Alex, technically, according to the club, was my Master. I hoped this wasn't like the last times I'd been bought. Maybe since he was friends with one of the owners it'd turn out okay, and I wouldn't have to go back to the club. Maybe everything for once would be okay.
God I prayed that Alex would be okay.