PewDieCry: Do I Wanna Know? (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 30: Wicked Game

Cry’s POV:

 I snapped out of the agonizing memory with a sharp gasp. Just thinking about the desperation of my mother and mine’s made my skin prickly. I hated the fact that the man sitting in front of me affected me so much, enough to make me to relive the painful memory.

I heard him clap, “Oh my boy. It was a privilege to see you suffer. I wasn’t able to see your face the last time.”

Rage crawled through my insides. It’s because you were standing behind me, ready to slash my throat. I couldn’t say it so I just stared at his icy blue eye; he stared back at me with his face screaming danger.

“I’m waiting for something. You know, with just these two words your little boyfriend can be free,” He said impatiently. Now he got my attention. I didn’t want to grant his wishes at all because the one who needed the apology was I. He was just so blind, no pun intended, with anger to see that my mother was the one who wanted to kill him. He especially wanted to blame me by saying that I forced my mother’s arm to stab his eye. It would be absurd for a sickly thirteen year old to push his mother’s hand deliberately to the target’s eye. He wouldn’t think about it for a second. He accepted that I wanted to kill him. Well, that would make sense since he tried to kill me.

After a couple of seconds of gathering my thoughts I took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.”

“Your enthusiasm is killing me son.” He said sarcastically.

“I said,” I was gritting my teeth. “I’m sorry.”

“Way to go at sounding angry.” He spat out. “This is ridiculous. You’re not feeling any of what you’re saying.” He was waving his arms around.

That would make sense since I wasn’t meaning any of what I just said. Then I remembered by keeping an attitude like this I wasn’t helping Pewdie at all. He was locked up somewhere waiting to be rescued. Two words and he is out of there. I just have to mean them.

I opened my mouth but just as I was about to say I’m sorry with all the emotion gathered up inside me, the man spoke, “You know, there might be another way to make you sincere. Since you are such a spoiled brat like you have always been, you don’t know how to treat your family with respect. Perhaps, this will teach you a lesson.” He was hissing and giggling at the same time.

He lifted the hem of his shirt, which revealed a thin wooden slingshot tucked in his pants. There were mildly large pebbles in his jean pockets that he was holding in his palms.

Oh shit, no what are you doing? I wanted to scream but there wasn’t any air in my lungs. I forgot to breath. The only thing I could do is follow the sly movements of the slingshot, the strap being pulled with a pebble attached to it. My eyes flew with the pebble, to a wine glass hanging off the ceiling very close to me.

The glass shattered into dozen or so pieces, crashing next to me. My eyes stayed fixed on the shards, the corners of my vision blackening. I couldn’t move my eyes away, my breaths became faster, my head became dizzy, my stomach churned. Then I recollected an image so pure I couldn’t black out. They were a pair of piercing blue eyes looking at me with concern. Pewdie. His image gave me hope and strength. I needed to save him, in order to do that I had to stay strong.

I ripped my eyes away from the broken glass, back to the man I hated. My jaw clenched, he looked puzzled for just a second. Then he smirked before aiming at another glass hanging on top of me. I rolled out of the way just as the glass shattered near me. I took deep breaths. Keep your shit together Cry. I stood up, staring directly at my father.