MANIACAL | TRACOB

Nine.

Troye sat at the table, picking at the salad that was in front of him. He had already complained enough, he was not going to start whining again. That did not mean he was going to eat it, however. He had picked all of the cherry tomatoes out and ate them, and all of the little pieces of cheese that he had begged Jacob to add, but that was it. Aside from licking the dressing off of the lettuce, he had not put any of the green leaves anywhere near his mouth. And this was quite annoying to Jacob, if he was honest. He could not get outwardly angry about it, though, as he was trying to gain Troye's trust.

"Done," Troye said, pushing the bowl away. He had drank all of his milk and ate his jam sandwich, so he was not going to starve. He brought his hand to his mouth and started sucking on his fist, something he had always done when he was tired. He watched Jacob finish off his own meal for a while before getting bored and leaving his chair, trying to capture Strawberry but only having his arm grabbed by Jacob. He looked up expectantly, waiting for the man to either say something or let go of his arm.

"We need to have a little talk," said Jacob, pulling Troye away from the kitten on the floor and guiding him to a chair. "I am not going to be here tonight. The doors will be locked and you will have Strawberry, so you will be fine."

Troye looked shocked, scared and sad, all mixed into one. "B-but. . ."

"I can't just stay here, I need to take care of my other house as well. And I can't act suspicious as the police will probably start doing their jobs soon."

Troye's eyes filled with tears as he remembered that there was going to be a storm. He could not stay there without Jacob or his bear when there was a storm! "But it's raining and it might get windy and-"

"I checked the weather, the rain is supposed to stop soon. You can go right to bed and I'll tuck you in."

Eventually Troye had to give up on arguing. He sniffled and clutched to Strawberry as they went up the stairs to the bedroom. Jacob let him stay in what he was wearing and pulled the blankets back for him, getting the little one to lay down. He pulled the blankets up over Troye and gave him a kiss on the forehead, saying goodbye and walking out of the room. He shut off the lights and closed the door, making the room pitch black. Troye slipped all the way under the blankets, shaking with anxiety. It was not even bad yet, as thr darkness was all there was. He listened to Jacob walk out of the house and to his car, hearing the engine start and the cars on the gravel.

Jacob was wrong. Less than an hour later, the storm really started. The rain was hitting harshly against the window and loudly rumbling on the tin roof. There was rumbles of thunder in the distance, steadily growing closer. And worst of all was the strong wind, whistling through the trees and making scary sounds as it blew through the old, broken windows.

Troye started full on sobbing, his whole body shaking from his cries. He grabbed the quilt from the bed in his little hands and hopped up, running to the door. He flipped the light on and reached for the door knob, happy to see that Jacob had not locked it. He flung it open and ran down the stairs in the dark, finding the light switch and turning it on. He could barely breathe do to his panic. Troye slid down the wall and sat on the floor, crying into his knees. Luckily, downstairs was a lot quieter than it had been upstairs.

The little boy sat there for the remainder of the night, his kitten nudging at his knee with her damp nose every once and a while before curling up against him. At about five in the morning Troye stood up and tried to stretch the aches out of his bones before he got up and scurried to the table. He wrapped up in his blanket and leaned his head on the table, staring at the door. He was waiting for Jacob now, even though it was very early and he knew the man would not be there for a long time.

Troye was right, of course. He did not hear the tires on the gravel until eight in the morning. The sound made him sit up quickly, but he did not do anything more than that. He was too tired. Jacob unlocked the door and walked in, pausing when he saw Troye sitting at the table. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking at the blanket that Troye was wrapped tightly in and the kitten who peaked out from under it.

"I-I got scared. And I could not sleep. So I came down here to wait for you. . ."

Jacob sighed, walking over to the boy. "Did you sleep at all?" Troye shook his head. "Oh Troye. Come on, you need to take a nap before we do anything." Troye made grabby hands at Jacob and stuck his bottom lip out, giving him the best puppy-dog-eyes he could manage. This of course got him exactly what he wanted; it was hard to resist Troye normally, let alone when he was putting on a show. Jacob mumbled something to himself as he picked Troye up bridal style, cat and quilt included. He carried him up the stairs and into the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. He pulled the rest of the blankets up over him and made sure he was comfortable, chuckling to himself when he saw that Troye was already asleep. Now, he was not very surprised that Troye had troubles. He knew that the boy was sensitive - he had been sheltered and protected from everything while he was growing up. And it was not like Jacob did not plan on 'sheltering' and 'protecting' Troye, just he planned on doing it in different ways. The boy had a lot to learn, things would be very different while living with him.

Jacob left Troye to sleep and went about cleaning up more of the house. He wanted to make sure that the more essential places were clean enough to live in before worrying about extra bedrooms and things like that. It was not taking very long to get done, which was quite surprising. The house was huge and quite frankly disgusting. But troye was a hard worker, and him cleaning the kitchen really saved a lot of time. Jacob decided to work in the hallway a bit, just in case if Troye needed him. He grabbed a duster and started cleaning off all of the pictures that were hung, and the walls themselves. He swept the floor and then got a bucket of water. He wiped the walls down from ceiling to floor and then mopped. It looked (and smelled) a lot nicer once he was done than it had before. And he was done just in time for Troye to wake up too.

"Jakey?"

Jacob looked up when he heard the little voice, smiling at the little one who stood in the doorway. He had his quilt wrapped around his shoulders and his thumb in his mouth, his brown curls messily hanging over his forehead. "Why hello there darling," Jacob replied, setting his mop down and walking over to Troye. He opened his arms for the blue-eyed boy to come into. Troye held back for a moment before he stepped into Jacob's arms, seeming to almost fall asleep again. "Are you still tired?"

Troye nodded. "Had nightmare," he muttered. "Wan' bear."

"I don't know how to get him for you," Jacob said with a sigh. He steered Troye back to the bed and made him climb into it.

"Can you lay with me please?" Troye asked. He looked up at Jacob from under his thick eyelashes, tears evident in his eyes.

And Jacob may have been able to abduct Troye from his happy art session, but he could not help but give into his puppy dog pouts.

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This is short but so is my attention span so it only fits

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