Domesticate (Discontinued)

Chapter One, Uncharted Territory

(Issac's POV)

The silence of the newer urban house should have startled me, but it didn't. It made me feel alone, undercover... Sneaky. Like I was doing a bad thing, and that's exactly what I was doing.

I stood at the door to my dad's - Michael and Calum - bedroom, moving my toes on the cream coloured carpet getting the curly fabric to brush over my toe nails and create the slightest bit of noise to make me less unsettled. Michael and Calum had went to the grocery store, to pick some things up, and they left me alone to cause trouble.

I was at that age - sixteen - where I loved testing the boundaries of the rules my fathers had put in place, one of those rules being don't snoop around in there room.

My fathers bedroom was uncharted territory, and I would love to find a pencil and be able to chart the room on my map of this house we had moved into about a month ago. It took us forever to move out of that apartment and into a rule house, but it had nothing to do with money, if was just that we had to find two houses beside each other for sale. But that was a completely different story, and right now I needed to find a book.

This particular book was old, and I had seen Michael reading it on Monday in the kitchen and once I came over, he slammed it shut and hid it from me. Now, it had been two days since I had seen the book, and now was my chance to satisfy my curiosity and need to do bad things.

I took a step into the bedroom and felt a rush of adrenaline fly up my body. I knew I was doing something bad, and I had no idea why but I had always loved doing what's morally wrong. It fueled me. I took more and more steps into the room, turing in all sorts of directions looking around for this book.

I ran my hands along the black bed spread and then along the teal wall, making my way over to the white dresser and then staring at the cream carpeted floor. If I were an old book that I didn't want anyone to find, where would I be?

And that's when it hit me, the only place no one would ever look for anything, the place where, in my room, I keep my person stuff.

Under the bed.

I crouched down to look under the bed, lifting up the blanket and spotting the old looking brown book.

"Perfect" I whispered to myself and stuck my hand under the bed starting to reach out for it. I stretched my arm, feeling my finger tips skim the spine of the book. When I finally got a hold of it, I was about to pull it out from under then bed when-

"What are you doing Issac?" I heard a voice say from behind me. I jumped up, out from under the bed hitting my hand off the box spring. I looked over to the door and once I saw who it was, I clenched my fists.

"What the fuck Zay! I almost shit my fucking pants! How the hell did you get in my house?!" I yelled at Zay who was laughing a bit at me. He tugged on his burgundy beanie that Calum had given him a while back, I didn't wear beanies, they didn't look good on my chestnut brown hair. But they looked good one Zay's dirty blonde hair. Heck everything looked good on Zay. Even I would...

Luke and Ashton were Zay's parents, and Luke and Ashton were my uncles, but Zay was not my blood cousin and Luke and Ashton were not my blood uncles so me having love feelings for Zay weren't bad or weird. He was like a really close family friend I guess.

"Ashton taught me how to pick locks, your door was a trial run? Anyways I wanted to hang out" Zay said. Zay looked like a druggie, but in the hottest way ever. Plus I don't think Zay would ever do drugs, he was a straight A student, never skipped a class never got in trouble, always raised his hand... Sometimes he sickened me. He was really goodie goodie, even if he didn't look it. The only thing bad he ever did was probably picking my front door lock, but, he didn't have evil intentions.