BRETT'S POV
Every night it's the same dream, no nightmare. No, I am not talking about me, I am talking about Hansel, my love, my boyfriend.
Every night, or morning, Hansel's shouts, crying, wakes me up every night. He would scream bloody murder as if something, someone was after him and he would cry out my name, begging for forgiveness. Forgiveness of what?
My name is Brett and my boyfriend, Hansel, is a killer.
***
I was cooking breakfast as fast as I can while looking up at the clock every so often. If Hansel doesn't come down soon, he will have hell to pay. Oh who am I kidding? He's a killer and I'm just one of those "good boys". I heard footsteps coming down, flipped the eggs and bacon, watching Hansel put his shoes on then walk towards me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and lightly placed his lips on my neck, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around me. With one hand, hr turned off the stove then turn me around so I would face him.
"Forget breakfast and school." He whispered in my ear, leading me up to our bedroom.
***
Dazed at first, I allow myself to follow him but soon snapped out of it when he closed the door. "No, breakfast, school, then the love." I said, with as much determination as possible. I cross my arms over my chest and leaned against the door. My boyfriend looked at me with murderous eyes. When he doesn't get his way, he can kill but he has yet not killed me.
He thought about it then pouted, which I found very adorable, even coming from a killer like him. To see him pout made me want to jump him and give him as many licks and kisses as the stars.
"Okay, but you owe me babe." He said, kissing my forehead as we went back down to eat then head over to school.
***
We barely had any classes together, only two, and both subjects, classmates, and teachers hated us with a passion. Why? We were the only homosexual couple out of the whole homophobic student body. I get bullied a lot and in normal cases, Hansel would not be there to protect me, soccer practice.
Now, I know I said this was a homophobic school but the soccer coach could care less, he has a little brother whose gay as well, well had or gonna be. Our coach's brother, Lex, is dying of cancer and broke up with his boyfriend about a month ago, told him to move on but never forget him. I was on my way to my locker when I got pulled in the restroom by the thugs. Football thugs. Lovely huh?
"You know what time it is faggot?" One of them asked, cracking his knuckles with a grin.
I grimaced and ready myself for the blow. Two of the other thugs held me in as the one grinning, formed his hand into a fist. I closed my eyes tight but before the blow coukd hit me, he was stopped.
***
I slowly opened one eyes then the next to see a highly pissed of Hansel. The two other thugs who were holding me, let go. Quivering in fear. Hansel was smaller than the three, but he knew how to make even Chuck Norris cower in fear.
"What are you doing to my Brett?" He asked, sneering at them all, daring to lie. I knew that if they lied or didn't awnser him right away, he could go on a killing spree. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, so that he wouldn't kill when they tell.
"Awnser me!" He shouted, as one of them stepped up to face my boyfriend, his fingers twitching, fiddling each other.
"We....we were ju-just messing." He said, his voice shaking. Hansel looked down at him with cold murderous eyes then punched him square in the jaw.
