Boy Meets... Boy? (Boyxboy)

Boy Meets...Boy? Chapter Fourteen

When he woke up, he didn’t find himself in the unfamiliar, wooden cabin room. Instead he was in his old bedroom, the familiar dark color scheme reminding him of all the horrible nights he had in that room. But why was he there? His dad was in jail until further sentencing and the house was being put on the market as Jaycee was too young to inherit a house according to Defax, that and he didn’t have a job. So why in the world was he back in his old room…

Glancing around, he noticed all his things still there, his bed and dinosaur of a computer as well as all the miscellaneous things he had. But before he could explore more, find out what was going on his computer beeped to life, signaling that he had an instant message. Brows coming to gather as he knew no one that would even talk to him so who would be messaging especially when it looked like it was night outside. But when he got to his computer, moving the mouse around to kill the screen saver and bring up the messenger he found that it was from the guy named theHulk143. The last time he’d talked with the guy, he’d been yelled at him for not thanking him for saving him. What could he possibly have to say now?

He clicked the message reading: run

Jaycee frowned, his heart hammering inside his chest at the vague if not at least threatening message. Run from what? Was something or someone after him? Besides how would this guy even know he was in trouble? But before he could even reach out to his keyboard and ask what this guy meant by run, another message beeped.

theHulk143: He is coming…RUN!

Abruptly the door to his bedroom flew open, an angry man bursting through it. His red eyes looked around the room until they found Jaycee before he lifted his arm and pointed, “You!” It growled out before lunging forward toward Jaycee. With a scream of terror he jumped out of his seat and tried to sprint to his bed where a window posed as an escape but the thing behind him grabbed his leg pulling him hard down to the floor. With a thump it fell on top of Jaycee the reek of intoxication immediately forced its way into Jaycee’s nostrils making him gag as the man appeared on in front of him. With a gasp of terror, he realized that it wasn’t just some stranger on the verge of being a demon but his father drunk once again. But before he could cry for help and struggle, his father began throwing his fist down making contact on his face and arms and chest. Fear clutched at his heart making it painful to gasp for breath as he knew how this was going to end, how it always ended. But how? He was suppose to be saved from having to suffer this torment.

Jaycee went on survival instincts, needing to protect himself and deflect the pain he was receiving. So he began to struggle, throwing back his own weak punches as well as wiggling his legs until he could final jerk them about in efforts to make contact. When he did, the man above him groaning in momentary pain he wriggled out of under him and ran to the bedroom door, fleeing. But like a bad dream he was pushed sideways, his head flying straight into the wall. He let out a whimper of pain as he felt the sleek wetness of blood trickling down his head if not into his hair. But still needing to make sure he reached up to touch the throbbing bump and when he pulled back his hand it was darkened in red blood. Oddly it as dripping way more than a simple splitting of skin was suppose to produce but he couldn’t concentrate on that as he heard a growl behind him. Quickly he turned around and what he saw made him let out a blood curling scream as the man, the father he had once recognized was barely recognizable as sharp teeth jerked out of the man’s mouth, red eyes hungrily glaring at Jaycee as clawed hands heaved next the other’s sides. And before his eyes the monster turned into two then four which only made him begin to cry in terror. He was going to die, surely.

But as the monsters moved toward him hands reaching out to him pressing him into the bed, he was shaken instead of mauled. In the distance he could hear his name being called along with the slang term-dude. His brows came together as the vision before him blanked to only refocus on three young men staring at him bewildered, all of them shaking him like a rag doll. With a gasp he tried to push them all away from him but as soon as his right hand made contact with one of the guys he jerk away and snapped, “Dude, what the fuck?” He then pulled at his white tank top revealing the hand print of whip cream staining the shirt. Jaycee glanced at his had feeling the familiar wetness before feeling the familiar wetness on his head and he suddenly became nausea. Immediately he slapped his clean hand over his mouth as he jumped up from his bed thankful that one of them was already pointing to the bathroom. Sprinting he slammed the door behind him before emptying his already empty stomach into the toilet bowl. When it was all over, he washed his hands glancing in the mirror to see where they had gotten the whip cream into his hair before realizing the tear streak running down his cheeks. He frowned knowing already that they would have seen them or either have seen him cry during his nightmare. With unhurried motions he cleaned his face and the little parts of hair that contained the sugary substance before coming out.