Stealing Cinder (No Not Cinderella!) (BOYXBOY)

Chapter 17: Hell In A Hand Basket

Crispin POV
    “Why didn’t you tell me!” Mom cried from the passenger seat of our family car.
I sighed heavily and Micah subtly held my hand in the shadows.
    “You never asked,” I said.
    “Well, you should’ve mentioned it! You and Micah are playing the couple in a musical! You guys are going to kiss! It’s horrible!” She screeched. She was fuming because we had walked down in our makeup for the play and she’d put the pieces together.
    “Wh-what’s wrong with that?” Micah whispered. I could almost hear her heart melt. She didn’t reply to him, but I knew what her problem was,

***Flash Back (Previous Night)***
    I slipped quietly out of Micah’s bedroom. His trembling had eased and he’d become silent. Then, as I passed their room, I heard the whispered conversation,
    “...don’t care!”   
    “I do dear. But you can’t keep them from each other,” My dad sounded tired.
    “Did you see how he reacted to something so simple? Did you see how he ran away?” She whispered back. Her voice was walking a line between anger and tears.
    “That isn’t Crispin’s fault though. Didn’t you see how quick Crispin was to go after him? He cares about him,” Dad said. It made me smile slightly.
    “He probably hurt him before we got home. Micah’d been crying. That boy hurt him,” She seethed.
    I wish I wasn’t such a mommys boy.
    “He didn’t hurt Micah, Megan, you know he’d never do that. He loves him too much,”
    Megan snorted, voicing her disgust further,
    “His parents hurt him. Who’s to say he won’t follow their lead?” she growled.
    “He wasn’t raised by them,” Dad said.
    “I won’t let him get close to my baby,”
I heard dad sigh and the springs of the bed squeak. Either he’d sat down or-
    The door swung open making me fall to the floor in front of my dad. His eyes were sad.
    “Don’t listen to her,” he said. I shook my head, stood up, and fled to my room. Scars aren’t satisfying anymore.
***End of Flash Back***
    “ I like kiss-sing y-you,”
Micah laid his head in the crook of my neck. I heard Mom’s low growl as she glared in the rearview mirror. I rolled my eyes and rested my chin on his head careful not to smudge my makeup.
                    *****
    “Hey guys! Woah what’s with the sad faces?” Kalea asked as we rushed back stage to get into position.
    “Mom’s pissed,” I whispered. I urged Micah to leave to talk with a group of friends he’d developed. He reluctantly walked off,
    “What’s her problem?” Kalea asked, her voice deathly low.
    “She think I’m gunna hurt him,” I said through my teeth “She’s pissed because she knows we’re going to kiss in the play,”
    “She’ll get over it. You know she will because she loves you,” Kalea replied, her smile half-hearted.

    Micah POV
    “Are you nervous?” Jeremy asked. I’d started talking to him after I got involved with the play. He was soft spoken and usually hid behind his shaggy light blond hair. We were in the dressing room behind the auditorium.
    “N-not really. I j-just hope C-Cr-Cr-Crispin is going to be o-kay,” I stuttered.
    “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Jeremy said. His smile airy as he applied some face paint. He was to be the easter bunny.
    There was a few snipped knocks on the door,
    “Probably Kalea or someone searching for you,” Jeremy said. He put down the paint and went over to the door as the individual knocked again. I glanced over as it opened and immediately shot beneath the counter to hide among the extra costumes.
    “Where the fuck is he?” Daddy snapped.
    “What do you mean? It’s just me here,” Jeremy said as calmly as ever. I peeked and saw that his feet swayed above the ground. I heard a slap connect and flinched,
    “You’re a liar,”
    “But he’s a pretty little liar,” I heard mother say from the doorway where her heels were planted. Jeremy landed on the ground his hair hiding his face although he must’ve glimpsed me between the strands.
    “Get the fuck out,” he hissed. Daddy kicked him harshly in the back making him cry out. Mother stalked over to balance a black heel on my friends chest.
    “All you have to do is tell us where our son is,” she cooed sweetly.
    “Not here,” he snapped. Mother stepped off him but kneeled down to grab a hold of his face.
    “You’re still lying,” she said.
    “What do you want to do?” Daddy asked. Mother laughed.
    “You know where he is. Are you going to tell me?”
Jeremy spit in her face. She tore her nails across his cheek with a shriek of laughter. Jeremy sang out the pain and curled up protectively. Mother sighed and walked over to the corner chair.
    “You know darling I’d love a small show before we continue looking. Then we’ll take all three with us,” she drawled.
I could feel Daddy’s smile as he viciously kicked my friend. He yanked Jeremy to face him and Jeremy’s head lolled to the side. Daddy punched him hard in the face more than once before throwing him back to the floor.
    “Alright dear that’ll be enough,” Mother said giddily from her corner. My stomach was churning and she strolled back towards Daddy and Jeremy and turned to face the mirror above the counter.
    “Cinder I do wish you’d come out from hiding. You’re here, we know. If you come back home with us we’ll leave this young man behind. If you don’t, well we’d have to have a replacement,” she said sweetly. I held my breath and heard Jeremy groan in pain.
    “Is that really how it’s going to be Cinder? You’ll let us take him in your place? How pathetic,” mother growled.
    I saw Jeremy’s leg whip forwards and heard Daddy’s pain filled yelp as the pair fell to the floor. Jeremy lunged forward and latched onto mothers leg dragging her to the floor.
    “Run Cinder!” He screamed. I didn’t think twice as I shot out and fled the room. It only made me run faster when I thought I heard a gun.