10 Years... (boyxboy)

Chapter 13

Jason's POV

"Wakey, wakey!"

I jump, groaning when I realize how much my head hurts. Blearily, I open my eyes to see Quincey, my best friends murdering father.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Where am I, mommy, daddy, please help, someone save me!" he mocks

I push myself into a sitting position and take in my surroundings. I'm in a dark, dingy, and damp cage. Quincey is outside of it. I look at the cold, concrete floor and see that my hand is connected to an old pipe via handcuffs - silver handcuffs.

"Do I get any food, uncle?" I sneer.

He shrugs. "You were going to, until you became a bad, bad boy. Mates with the Alpha, the enemy Alpha, hmm? Where is he? Is he coming to save you?" He laughs, darkly illuminating his face. "NO!" he screams, pushing himself as close to me as he can. "NO! No one cares about you. Who would?" He begins walking out of the room. "Who would?"

The second the iron door slams behind him, I inhale a deep, shaky breath.

"He's wrong, he's wrong," I whisper to myself.

Quincey isn't the man I used to know. He's not the man who gave me piggy back rides or read me bedtime stories. He's gone insane. There's no going back from whatever happened to him.

I need to get out of here.

Author's Note: Sorry for the painfully short chapter. I just feel like adding anything else would ruin it a bit, and I hate changing POV's in the middle of a chapter. Could you tell that I kinda based Quincey off of Jim Moriarty from Sherlock? Just imagine the pool scene at the end of series one and you'll get the right vibe.

Thanks for reading!