Who Knew (BxB)

Chapter One

Warning: the following chapter contains offensive and vulgar language.

Such as:

Fuck

Bitch

Whore

Reader discretion is advised.

You cheeky bastards.

(Yes, that was from Not The American Average by Asking Alexandria)

Zach's P.O.V.

My dad decided it would be a good idea to move in the middle of no where. Not that I mind, but it means no one will witness what he does to me. Anywhore, right now I'm unpacking. I want to take a break, I wiped my forehead to rid it of sweat and I look around. I notice a pair of eyes watching me, so being me, I subtly keep looking around like nothing had happened then walked inside. I grabbed my notebook, felt pen, and my camera. I already had pencils in my bag. I walked outside into the direction I saw the eyes.  I kept walking taking in the scenery thinking of what I want to draw. I heard a crunch and was about to turn around until I felt a hand go around my mouth. Son of a bitch.

I tried screaming, but who would hear me? My dad wouldn't care so I just stayed quiet. Until I got to where this person was taking me, I would just cooperate. I started to zone out. What if it was old and ugly? What if it was a girl? Eww. I snapped out of my trance when I was slammed into a tree. I looked up to see the face of this very gorgeous man. He looked somewhere between 18 and 20. I guess I was too into my thoughts, I didn't even notice that he tied my hands above my head and my feet apart around the tree. I had to look up like 8 inches to see his face, but I looked into his eyes. They were this deep shade of green. I don't think I could shade the right color of them. The thought that he was probably going to kill me, hit me like Dean was hit by the car. My breath got faster then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and looked down. I don't want to die this young, I'm only 15, for Chuck's sake.

He sighed deeply, put duct tape on my mouth then left. What the hell is he doing? I tried to get the tape off my hands by pulling on it. It didn't work. I am so fucked. He is going to rape me. Well technically it wouldn't be rape if I liked I- wait, what the fuck am I thinking, I will not like it. He's a dick. A gorgeous dick, but a dick none the less. I don't know what to do. I need to get out of here. I tried to get the duct tape off my mouth by opening it. It worked. I used my teeth to get it off the rest of the way, then spit it out. Finially. I don't want to die this soon. I don't think I would be his first kill. I've heard rumors about these woods. I should've listened. I guess I zoned out again because I feel something cold on my side. I look down to see a knife being dragged (drug?) up my side. He cut off my shirt. I looked up at him to see something flash in his eyes, but that was quickly gone.

I took a deep breath and said, "If your going to kill me, can you make it fast." I looked down realizing that I honestly have nothing to live for. I'm just a faggot, waste of space, and a good for nothing fuck up. I will embrace death instead of fearing it. "Do you want to die?" He asked. I thought about it. Yes, honestly, I do. I tried to kill myself, but was too much of a pussy to go through with it. Even if I were to live, I don't think I would be able to get this gorgeous face out of my mind. I nodded. "Yes," I said. I look directly into his eyes when I said it. He picked up his knife and stabbed it directly beside my face. "Well too bad, you're not dying yet." He replied. He said yet. That means I will die some time.

I just hope he doesn't torture me, I do that to myself enough. I look up at him and find myself looking towards his lips. He has these plump lips that look smooth. If I'm going to die anyway, why not kiss him. I lean up and brush my lips against his. I felt something. I don't think he did because when I tried to push my lips harder against his, he pulled back and had a horrified look on his face. I looked down and bit my lip trying to hold back a frustrated groan. I didn't even bother to think of the fact that he might not be gay. I'm a fucking idiot. At least I got my first kiss before I die. I definitely felt a spark. I should've thought about the fact that he is out here in the middle of the woods with no one, because he wants no one. Oh my Chuck, I'm an idiot. I just kissed my kidnapper. Mannapper. Defiantly mannapper. I'm a man, not a kid. Why the hell do I keep zoning out.  

I feel a pain in my side. He cut me. I let out a gasp. I feel him cutting my pants off, but not my boxers. Well breifs. What, don't judge. My sexy rainbow undies better not get cut. Not like he cares. I felt a pain in my leg. He cut up my leg from my knee to the middle of my thigh. I heard him mumble something before dropping the knife and walking away. What was that about? Can he just kill me? I think I stayed in my thoughts for more than an hour. When I finally snapped out of it, the sky was dark and I heard loud bangs. I struggled against the tape and finally got out. I curled myself in a ball on the ground and just cried. I am deathly afraid of loud noises. It reminds me when my parents were together. The shouting, the throwing things, the bangs (No pun intended).

I hummed Enter Sandman to myself. It always calmed me down. It's what my mother sang to me when I was younger. "Fuck, how the hell did you get out you faggot?" I heard that guy ask. He pulled me up and slammed me against the tree. "Can you please just kill me dude. I don't want to be here," I said. I really shouldn't be talking like that to him, but who cares? Not me. "I already killed that pussy of a father of yours, you're next, but I want to have fun first." He said. He killed my father. I smiled. "What the hell are you smiling about you faggot." "Firstly, faggot, really? Try something original, you assbutt. Secondly, you killed my father, thank you so much." I gave him a hug. He pushed me off of him. "If I knew you hated him, I would've used him to torture you, and assbutt really?" He held me up to the tree by my neck. This is it, I'm going to die. Finally. I could barely breathe, and I was about to pass out when he let go of me and fell to the ground. He mumbled something, but this time I heard it. He said, "What is this faggot doing to me?"