No Noise

The Next Move

The plan

"So, you've finally made it out Mr. Hart?" A voice resonated from behind a plush office chair. The room had a dark aura to it, much like a dungeon. A sinful scent that wafted from the large male, whom the voice belonged, made Vincent shudder. He stepped up to the mahogany desk, standing patiently with his hands clasped together.

"Yes sir." He responded in a monotone voice.

"Good boy, Vin." Eric turned his chair around,"Now that you're here, I want him Vincent. Soon. I want my liebling back!" Eric's voice raised octaves.

"You really are obsessed with my son," Vincent taunted,"What's so special about that brat anyways?" He asked smugly.

"That's none of your concern du dummer wurm." Eric narrowed his eyes, tapping his thick fingers on his desk."Just do as I say and you won't get hurt. Deal?"

"Yeah..I'm trying to figure a way to get him to you. I have a plan though." Vincent beamed with pride."What I'm going to do is lure him somewhere "safe", make him believe I'm trying to help him for turning his name in. You come in, and he's all yours from there on."

"How do I know he will believe you, you turned him in. Cooper is not stupid." Eric's piercing green eyes burned through Vincent's.

Vincent looked away,"He always falls for my apologies. It's no different from what I've been doing his whole life. I'll get him to you. You'll see."

"And what is it you are wanting in return Mr. Hart? Money, drugs? Hmm? If this works out that is." Eric rubbed his stubbly chin.

"I want the brat that he's got on his arm at the moment. Heard he's deaf, I like to have a little fun with someone different." Vincent said maliciously.

"My liebling has a new lover?" Eric raised his brows.

"You have three fucking days Hart. If he's not here by then, I'll sell you to a trafficking company. You might be of some use as a pet." Eric sneered at him, waving his hand towards the door.

"Go on. You don't have much time." Saying as Eric lit a cigarette and exhaled the grey smoke around the room.

Vincent walked out the door, smiling. Oh Cooper, had you just done what daddy told you, we wouldn't have to play this game of cat and mouse.

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~Cooper's POV~

I sat beside my sleeping beauty. His soft breathing, chest rising and quiet mumbling were the only things that stirred this slumbering boy. I lifted Benton off the couch, his head lied on my chest as I carried through my apartment to my bedroom. Once getting the door opened, I walked towards my king size bed, laying him on top of the fluffy comforter. I leaned down, kissing his forehead. He was sleeping so soundly, I couldn't wake him. Covering his dainty body with the comforter, I sat beside him for a moment. How can one person be so captivating? I sighed, standing up and exiting the room. I made my way to the shower, getting a quick rinse in. After my shower, changing into a pair of shorts and short sleeved shirt, I plopped myself down on my recliner. Reaching into my side table, I pulled out my papers and grinder. I filled one of the thin white paper sleeves with the heavenly green substance, rolled and licked the sticky side, securing it to itself. Twisting the end so none of the substance would fall out. I lit the twisted end and inhaled the raunchy tasting drug. Everything was so exhausting. My mind whorled with the recent events that had panned out over the span of a few weeks. Who knew shit could get so complicated.

I puffed on the joint, feeling my mouth go dry, my head floating onto things that caught my attention, like the color of the trim in my living room. How odd that it was a teal color. I never noticed it before. I sat back in my chair, humming along to my body's high. It felt good to let go and relax.

I heard my phone ring, picking it up to see who it was, another unknown number flashed across the screen. I answered it anyway.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly.

"Coops! You picked up buddy!" I heard the familiar voice of treason.

"What the fuck do you want dad and how do you keep getting my number?" I asked with a biting tone.

"To make sure you're okay bud and I keep tabs on ya no matter where you go. I was wondering if you've already skipped town like I told you to do." His voice wavered slightly, why did he give a shit in the first place? He was the one who gave me up!

"Whats it matter to you old fuck. I'm tired of your shit." I was about to hang the phone up.

"Wait!! Cooper! I'm sorry! I just wanted you to know, I have a safe place for you to stay, I'm really sorry I had to use your name to get myself out of trouble, but I didn't really want the pigs to get you! Listen to me..please?" He pleaded like a child.

"Fuck! Fine. Where is this place?" He gave the address and I jotted it down.

"Be there tonight, at 9:30pm. They are some friends of mine that owe me, so, just go. I don't want you to get caught and go to jail. That would make me look like a shitty parent." He laughed at his own twisted joke,"Be careful son, bye." He hung up.

I stared at the address on the piece of paper, I don't want to go, but really don't have much choice. It's only a matter of time until the cops come knocking on my fucking door. I still haven't got my car back yet from the fucking chase. Shit! How am I going to tell Benton?..I should really invest in a safe house.

I sat in my recliner, mind blundered from the leafy green's chemicals. Thinking of what to tell Benton when he wakes up. I guess he's going to have to come with me, he can't go back to his father's. If he even laid a finger on Benton, I would break every single one of them and shove them down his fucking throat.

I heard soft padding of feet making their way towards me. Benton appeared from around the corner, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned and made his way to a seat on the couch.

"Hey, you hungry?" I asked him once his eyes made contact with me. He nodded, still barely even awake.

"What's that smell?" Benton asked, his nose scrunched in disgust. Shit, forgot about the smell. I wonder if his smell is in heightened because of his hearing loss.

"I was smoking some bud." I raised up the burning j, showing him.

"Bud?" He asked confused, staring at the burning paper.

"Weed, ever tried it?" I asked interested in knowing more about what this handsome boy has and hasn't done.

"N-no..I've never tried anything like that before." He said nervously.

I took a puff, holding in the smoke before exhaling. I choked a bit from the harsh taste, my mouth becoming more dry than I believed it could get.

"Wanna try it?" I handed it out towards him, he stared at me hesitantly, but taking the smoldering joint from my hand. He put it to his lips, sucking in, the cherry burning bright as he took a pull from it.

He hacked out the smoke, grimacing at the at the joint handing it back to me.

"What does it-," his blue eyes became hooded instantly, glossing over. His body became more slack, he leaned back on the couch.

"Nn..Cooper..I feel..funny," his eyes grazed over to me."My whole body..is tingling."

"Feels good, huh?" I asked grinning.

"Mph! Hahaha! Yeaaa, it feels like everything's so funny all of a sudden!" Benton smiled widened, showing his perfect teeth.

"Hey," I waved at him for his attention, his hooded pink eyes locked into mine,"We have to leave tonight, we have to get to a safe place so the cops don't find me, you're coming with me right?" I asked cautiously.

"I'll go anywhere with you Coopperr," drawing my name out slowly, grinning as he said it. Maybe I shouldn't have let him try weed.

"Good, we have to leave tonight and be there by nine thirty." I smiled back at him.

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