Then he out there. Jeremy is scared to death. Looking all over the place for his PT Cruiser. Michael's flying around town looking for him. How far could he have gone?? He's in a wheelchair??
"Michael..." his eyes start to tear up.
"Michael-" his wheelchair stops moving. "What-" he turns around.
"whatcha doin, stick man?" the guy grins. Jeremy sweats nervously.
"I-I'm lost." ("WHERE ARE YOU I NEED YOU")
("Michael is five minutes away, en route here.")
"Yeah? I could help with that." he starts wheeling him backwards.
"N-no I think I'm fine. I can find my way."
"Nah, I'll give you directions, cutie." he wheels him right into an alleyway. He tries to stop the wheelchair but it hurts his hands. This man that looks way too good to be in this part of town. He wheels him right up against a wall and holds it in place with one foot, holding his shoulder with a hand and leaning in to whisper
"We can do this the easy way of the hard way, pretty boy."
"I-I have a boyfriend, I think this-"
"He won't have to know." he practically shoves his tongue down Jeremy's throat. Jeremy tries to push him away.
("What do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do") The guy holds his shoulder in place roughly and uses his other hand to grope at Jeremy.
("Shout for Michael, he's just down the street.")
"Michael!! Michael-"
"You shut your mouth-"
"Jeremy!"
"Shit!" Michael comes sprinting down the alley and the guy takes off, Michael shouting in angry Spanish. Jeremy's breathing so heavily.
"M-Michael.." He continues to shout threats and things in Spanish until he's out of sight and immediately turns to Jeremy.
"Baby, are you okay, did he hurt you??"
"M-Michael..." he grabs his arms. Michael puts his hands on Jeremy's face.
"Shhhhhh, baby, it's okay, tengo tú, cariño, shhhhh." He just cries.
"Let's go, Jer, c'mon, let's go home." He nods as Michael pushes him.
"I-I want to go home. I-I want to just curl up in a ball and die."
"I can let half those things happen. No dying on my watch, baby." They get back to the dorm and end up with Jeremy Laying in Michael's arms and just sorta crying and talking. Rich and Jared are so worried. Michael keeps telling him soothing things in both English and Spanish. Rich sits next to them and puts a hand on Jeremy's knee comfortingly.
"HE did it. HE told me where to go and then didn't help me get out." Rich's grip gets the slightest bit tighter.
"Jeremy, dude, I'm so sorry, if I had known -"
"YOU did this??"
"No! Not - not directly, Michael, calm down!"
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Two Player Game
Fanfiction!! WARNING !! I wrote this book 3 years before publishing and I did NOT reread it. There will most likely be smut, self-harm, suicide attempts, panic attacks and the possibility of sexual abuse. PLEASE take caution when reading.
