The Face Of The Enemy

Prologue

The sunlight coming from the opened window made it difficult for me to open my eyes. I hated mornings, they just ended a long night of peaceful sleep. Even though I didn't want to, I eventually opened my eyes and glanced at the sleeping body next to me. How did I get so lucky to have him was beyond me. I wasn't complaining though, he was more than enough for me. In fact, I don't know what I would've done if I wouldn't have had him in my life. I guess I wouldn't have had a life at all.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his cheek. He didn't even flinch. Hmm, I know what would make him wake up. I slipped my hand under the covers and touched his stomach, going south. That made him open his eyes wide. I took off my hand and smirked in triumph. "Morning, sleepyhead!" I grinned as he looked at me incredulously.

"D-did you really have to do that?" he complained, pouting. Can a person get adorable and sexy in the same time? Obviously, he can, with his cute pout and husky voice, that sent shivers down my spine.

"Come on, don't pout." I cooed. Then I leaned to his ear. "Or I'll finish what I started." I whispered, making him flinch this time. The look on his face was hilarious, at least for me. He was petrified. You will wonder why? Well, my little sweetheart was a virgin and he flushed at anything related to sex. So yeah...

"Y-you..." he glared, no tried to give me a death glare. When I started to lean closer to him, he got up from the bed and ran off to the bathroom in a lightning speed. I heard a click, meaning he locked the door. Damn! I was hoping to tease him a little more.

I left the comfortable bed as well and put on some clothes. Then I rearranged the sheets. I approached the bathroom door and pressed my ear to it. The shower was running and he was humming. He had an amazing voice but he was too shy to sing in public. That voice was exclusively for me. I smiled to myself and left the room, heading to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. What I really wanted to do was to jump in the shower with him, but he still wasn't ready and I wasn't one to push. I would wait even an eternity for him.

By the time he came into the kitchen, I had made scrambled eggs and bacon. He sat on the table as I served him the food. His face lit up when he saw what I had prepared. He loved bacon and sometimes I was jealous. "T-thank you." he stuttered. I hated his stuttering, at least around me. His shyness was unbearable sometimes but I did my best to deal with it.

"You don't have to thank me." I said. "I love you." at that he flashed me a bright smile and a blush crept on his cheeks.

"I-I love you too." he said, making my eyes widen. Did he just say what I think he said? But he has never said it back. My heart started beating so fast that if it was a car, I sure would have gotten a ticket for speed limit. He loves me, he f*cking loves me.

I couldn't help but kiss him. He looked surprised at first, but slowly started kissing me back, wrapping his arms around my neck. Every time I kissed him was like I went to heaven and came back. It was just the best feeling ever.

We broke the kiss because of the damned oxygen. I sat next to him on the table and took his hand on mine. "You made me the happiest man alive." I grinned at him. He gave me a smile and I let him eat his food. I dug on my own breakfast amd we ate in silence, a comfortable one.

I admired his perfect features, his cheeks that always had a red tint on them, his long eyelashes, his pink plump lips that invited me to kiss them, his soft jaw and his beautiful golden eyes. They were a golden brown and were the first thing I noticed at him when I saw his face for the first time. The only change from now wa  that they were bloodshot form crying.

I could never forget that day. I had just caught my girlfriend cheating on me when I bumped at him on my way out of the hotel. He was crying heavily for some reason, which I have yet to learn.

***

That  b*tch is going to pay for ever cheating on me. How dare she? I slammed the hotel door shut and went to the elevator. I was beyond pissed off but relieved at the same time. I didn't love her, I only dated her for the sake of my parents, but now that I know what kind of a sl*t she is, I'm more than happy to get rid of her. As the elevator doors opened, I stepped out of it, only to have something crush on my chest. "Watch where you're go-" I stopped myself when I say who had bumped at me. It was a short young man. He was looking at the ground when I heard a choked sob. Was he crying?

"I-I'm s-sorry." he sobbed and ran away. He was indeed crying. I ran after him and reached him quickly, at the entrance of the hotel.

"Hey wait!" I called. He had stopped and his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. What the hell had happened to this guy? I approached him slowly and when I was about to touch his shoulder, he turned around and hugged me like his life depended on it. He was still crying, way harder than before. Hesitating, I wrapped my arms around his shaking form. "Shh, it's going to be okay." I soothed. He didn't stop. Damn!

We couldn't stay here, where everybody could see us. Not that I cared, I was worried about this guy. I walked towards the reception, dragging the crying boy with me. "Can I have a room?" I asked the receptionist behind the counter. He looked at us weirdly.

"Yes." he answered, not even bothering to sound polite. What is wrong with people these days? "Single or-"

"Just give me a damn room!" I yelled. That scared him because he jumped and gave me a key.

"Its in the third floor." he said. "It'll be $75." I left a hundred bill on the counter and walked to the elevator, stepping inside. The boy hadn't stopped crying. I pressed three and hugged him again. I wondered what could have happened that made him cry like this. It must have been something horrible.

When we reached the room, I opened the door with the key the rude receptionist gave me. I let the boy enter first then I entered behind him. His crying had subsided a little, but his sobs could still be heard. "Hey," I called, after he had calmed down. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He sat on the bed and looked at me for the first time. The look on his face broke my heart. His eyes were bloodshot and red from crying, but I could see they were brown, with a golden glow on them. "I-I'm fine." he sobbed. I knew he was lying. He was anything but fine.

I wanted to ask him what had happened, but I didn't know how, so I let it go. It wasn't the right time. "You can sleep if you want. I'll just go." I said after a while. We were sitting next to each other in the bed, in silence. He only nodded. I got up and walked to the door. As I turned the door knob, his voice stopped me. "Don't go, p-please."

***

I can't believe it's been two years since that day. "W-Why are you s-staring at me?" Lucas' voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Why were you crying that day?" I found myself before I could stop. Now it was his turn to stare at me.

"I-Isaac..." he stuttered, about to cry.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. I just..." I looked down at my plate.

Lucas caught my hand and squeezed it. "I-I will tell you." he said, surprising me.

"You will?"

He nodded. After we cleaned the table, we both went to the living room. "I s-should have t-told you this before, b-but I was scared." he started. I held myself from asking the reason why he was scared. He was willing to tell me and I wouldn't risk it. And he told me, everything since the beginning. He ended up crying, while my fists  clenched. I was angry, scratch that, I was pissed.

I just couldn't believe what he told me. How can a person be that cruel to- I just can't say it. It was horrible. "Who is he?" I asked, my voice calm and deadly.

Lucas shook his head. "I-I can't t-tell you." he practically yelled.

I tried to control my anger for his sake. "Why?"

"Y-you know why, I-Isaac."