My Bloody Love [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Eight

Shane's POV~

I stormed down the aisles, looking down each for the person I was searching for. If that bastard thought he was going to get away with hurting Will, he was sorely wrong. I was going to make him pay for making Will cry. The fact that Will didn't even do anything wrong only ticked me off more.

I hoped that Liam would stay with Will, but I knew he wouldn't. He knew what I was like, and he would try and stop me. He had stopped me from doing regrettable things before in the past, but I wouldn't allow it this time. This guy was going to get what he deserved.

I stopped when I saw him standing with a group of people at the end of an aisle. I went to grab him, but then stopped myself. Not with all those people watching. It would look bad for me if the last time someone saw him alive, he was being yanked away by me. So I waited.

Five minutes later, the group started moving towards a window. Probably to examine the strange amount of snow we had gotten. I smiled as I realized the guy was at the very back of the group. I tip toed down the aisle until I was right behind him. I looked up and down, but no one was paying us any attention. I slipped my hand around his mouth and turned around, pulling him in front of me. I didn't want anyone to see him in my grip if they happened to turn around.

He stiffened at my touch and then started wriggling, trying to get out of my grasp. I slipped the pocket knife out of my pocket and popped it open, shoving it into his back so he could feel it.

"Stop struggling or else," I whispered in his ear. He instantly went limp in my grasp and I could picture his fear filled eyes. Knowing I was scaring him made me smile. He should be scared.

"Act natural," I told him, and he nodded. "Now," I continued, "I'm going to move my hand from your mouth. If you scream or try to call for help, the knife goes in." He stiffened again, but didn't give any indication of understanding or complying.

"Do you understand?" I prompted, pushing the knife a little harder. He nodded frantically, and I released some of the pressure. I slowly moved my hand away, and he stayed silent. "You're doing great," I encouraged, hoping it would help to keep him quiet.

I let the sleeve of my jacket slide over the knife, hiding it from view, but still keeping it easily accessible. I put my arm around his waist, and led him towards a closet I had seen near the bathroom earlier. I kept a close eye out for anyone. I didn't think anyone would suspect anything, but I wanted to stay on the safe side and just stay out of sight.

We reached the closet without being noticed. I pulled the door open and shoved him in. I looked around one more time before following him inside, closing the door behind me. He was cowering in a corner, terror clear all over his face.

I gave him my nicest smile before flicking my knife closed and putting it away. He was going to suffer before I killed him. I walked over to him and wrapped my hand around his neck, lifting him off the ground. I wasn't super muscled, but I was a lot stronger than people usually gave me credit for.

I brought my fist up and slammed it against his face, hearing a satisfying crack as his nose started bleeding. He whimpered at the pain.

"You think that hurts?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes in hate. "It'll only get worse from there. You're going to pay for hurting Will!"

I raised my hand to punch him again, but then I heard the soft click of the door opening and closing. I turned around to see Liam standing there, watching me calmly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him harshly.

"Trying to stop you from making a mistake," he replied calmly, staring right into my angry gaze.