A Murderer's Relationship (BOY X BOY)

Jack

I reach the house and knock on the door. There was someone yelling on the other side. "What is it now?!" They yelled as they opened the door. "Oh, who the fuck are you?" He said stepping towards me. "I work for Daniel. He told me to pack his shit up and come hear to stay 'safe'" I put quotations around safe because I don't know what this guy is going to do to me.

He tilts his head, signaling for me to come in. I step inside and look around the house. There is a staircase with wooden steps, the floors look polished, and the overall house was pretty clean.

"Sit on the couch, and don't move." He emphasized. I sat down and put my hands in my lap. He sprinted upstairs and disappeared into a room. I looked through the bag full of Daniel's stuff for my phone. 1 new message. "Daniel: Are you there?" "Sam: Ya. I'm with him." Daniel doesn't respond. I hear footsteps from the steps.

"So, Why are you here?" He says pointing a gun at me. My hearts starts racing. I clear my throat.

"D-Daniel, h-he uh..." He points the gun at my forehead. "There's people trying to kill him. He wanted me to bring his stuff somewhere safe while he deals with it." I started sweating. I don't have anything to defend myself with except my fists.

He puts the gun down and leans closer. "If you try anything, I will not hesitate to kill you." He says with his hand around my neck. It arouses me a bit, but I hide it. He lets go and grabs the bag.

"Come on." He says walking up the stairs. I follow him without saying a word. "Jack." He says randomly. "Hm?" I give a confused look. "My name." He answers. He brings me to a room and sets the bag down. "You'll be staying here." He points to the bed and walks out. I don't say anything, worried that he might get pissed off. I throw myself on the bed and realize I didn't bring any clothes. 'Shit. Hopefully Daniel gets his shit strait fast.'

I close my eyes and take a nap.

I wake up to the sunlight shining. I roll over and rub the sleepy out of my eyes. I walk out of the room to look for a bathroom. I open the first door I see. "Shit. This is not the bathroom." I walk in Jack's room when he was in just a towel. His hair was wet, so he probably got out of the shower. I shot the door and go to the next room. 'Thank god.' I found the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My bags had gotten darker and my hair was a mess. I ran my fingers through my hair. I splashed cold water on my face and used the bathroom.

I walked out trying to avoid Jack from what just happened. I go back in my room and text Daniel. "You alright?" I wait for a response. I hear a knock on the door. "C-come in!" I say turning off my phone.

Jack clears his throat. "Here are some clothes." He throws a bag on the floor. "They don't fit me anymore, sorry if they're too small." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Thanks." I give a small smile. He walks out of the room and I hear my phone ring. "Daniel: Don't worry. I'm fine." I sigh to myself.

I take out a pair of clothes and go to the shower. I wash my hair and freshen up. The shirt was a little tight around my arms and stomach, showing off muscle.

I slipped on the jeans and dried my hair. I walked down to the kitchen to get some water.

"Good, your done. Let's go." JAcK said walking to the door.

"W-what. Where?" He had already walked out before I could say anything else.

I rush out and open the passenger seat to the car. "Where the fuck are we going?" I ask putting on the seatbelt.

"I have to meet up with someone. I have to bring someone for-" He stops talking. "...Protection, I guess." He continued. "Er if something...goes wrong. I can't bring any god damn weapons or else, jail time." He started the car and backed out.