The Boss is a Masochist?!?!?

Chapter 20

Maxwell P.O.V.

I woke up to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a blob of pink. When I could finally see clearly, I recognized Ryan.

"Um morning".

I tried to get up at first, but my body would not listen to me. I huffed and groaned but eventually, I got up. I scratched my head.

"Is everyone awake?"

He nodded. My breathing was fast. I stood up and started swaying. Ryan supported my side.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and walked slowly to the kitchen. Damn. Sleeping on the couch was not a good idea. I went to the kitchen and leaned against the island.

"Can you go bring the boys downstairs?"

He nodded and then I heard doors opening and a little voice. I put my head down and shook my head. My vision was getting a bit fuzzy.

I heard groans and yells then finally everyone came downstairs. They all looked grumpy. They sat at tbe dining table.

"What do you boys want for breakfast?"

They shrugged. One of them said, "Just simple cereal is fine".

The rest nodded in agreement. I reached into the cupboards and with shaky hands, I tried to get the bowls out. My hands and knees gave out. The dishes all came crashing down and so did I.

Everyoen came rushing into the kitchen. Ryan was the first near me. He held my hand and heloed me to my feet.

"Maxwell?"

I tried to respond but stumbled forward and fell onto someone chest. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't form words.

My mind became foggy and my vision blacked out. In a few seconds, I passed out.

Christopher P.O.V.

"What's wrong with him?"

I shrugged. He fell onto my chest and then his body went limp. Miles and Mack had their clothes on already. I raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry dude but mom called us home".

I nodded and said goodbye to them. I sighed and picked up Maxwell. Ryan looked worried. I sighed. Im not entirely heartless. The guy has some cuts from the dishes falling and he is burning up.

I carried him uostairsand rested him on the bed. What am I supposed to do? Dont I want him dead though?

I heard footsteps and saw Logan with a bin, Robert with a towel, and Ryan with a rag. Logan shifted uncomfortably.

"He may be gay, but he is not a bad guy. Even after we trashed his house, he still cooked us dinner and even allowed us to stay".

Robert nodded. They stepped forward. Ryan dipped the rag in the water bin then placed it on Maxwells forehead. Maxwell started to pant and his breathing sped up.

I didnt know what to do. So I called my brother. The phone rang three times before he picked up.

"Chris?"

"Hey biy bro, um we sort of have a problem".

His voice was stern. "What happened?"

"Well um, Maxwell collapsed and right now he has a high fever and looks really bad".

"Im coming right away"

His voice sounded so panicked.

"Bro, what about your job? Dont you have a lot of-"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!!"

I jumped a bit even though he is not here. He sighed. "Im sorry Chris. Im just in a panic".

"It's fine. Um when will you be here?"

"Im going to call the pilot in charge of Maxwells jet".

"HE HAS A JET?!?"

"Of course, that guy doesn't like being in a confined space with a lot of people".

Wow...so prissy...of course he is gay.

"Well see you".

"Ill be there in at least and hour or 2. Bye".

I hung up and lookrd back at Maxwell. He looked so miserable.
1 hour and a half later...

Me, my friends, and Ryan decided to stay with Maxwell. If anything happens to him, my brother will kill me. I heard the front door open then close and thundering footsteps.

Thomas was in front of the bedroom door breathing hard. He was sweating. I saw Ryan cower away. I guess I sort of do look like a younger version of my brother, except a different hair color.

Thomas ignored me and my friends and went straight to Maxwell. He kneeled down at his side and rubbed his cheek.

"Hi angel. I missed you"

"T-t-th-th-o-om-om-as?"

He smiled but looked sad. "Don't talk baby. Im here now okay? Dont worry".

He started to take off Maxwells shirt then realized we were still in the room with him. He picked Maxwell up and held him close to his chest.

"Can you four wait in the living room please?"

We nodded and left to go downstairs. As soon as we went downstairs, I saw that Ryan sat in the kitchen, away from us. I scoffed. I can't do anything now since Thomas is here. If Thomas wasn't here, I would've beat the fag.

But...why does the idea of hitting him make me feel guilty?

Thomas P.O.V.

This was crushing my heart. Max could barely stand by himself. I stripped him and put on the bath. One it was filled, I stripped with him and put us both in.

He leaned against me and I soaped his skin. Once we were finished, I dressed him, got a small blanket and carried him bridal style to the living room. Maxxy rarely gets sick so it scares me.

I sat down and put him ontop of me. His hands were shaking. "Are you cold baby?'

He nodded and I wrapped the blanket around us. I kissed his cheek and played with his hair. In a few minutes, he was sleeping
I turned back to Chris and his friens

"What did u boys do to make my angel stressed??"