The Bully I Thought I Lost... (Boyxboy) Book 2

Chapter Two

Allister and Jake left the house, leaving me all on my own. I cuddled up in my blanket and slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, a message from a random number was left.
"Switch bandages twice a day, applying disinfectant and ointment every change."
I placed my phone down and looked at my arms.
"Why did they let me out? Do they not think I'm unstable or something?" I whispered, hiding my eyes in my blanket. My arms were awfully bloody so I decided to get ready to go to a quick mart for some supplies.
I pulled my shoes on and left the house with my wallet and phone in hand.

I arrived at the quick mart after a few minutes of walking, knowing I couldn't spend much money. The art of somebody who doesn't have a job...
I walked in and heard yelling almost instantly.

"Markus Mozes? It really is you!"
"Please back off..."
"Wait! You are him right? Could I do a photo shoot? Wouldn't it help you?"
I walked out in the isle and they were taking up the whole section I needed. But when I looked up at the men, it was my doctor and Misha.
"Misha." I said firmly. "Back off and he give the guy some space. You've got fans and hate the ones like this."
"Why are intervening?" He shouted at me.
"Because of you. I'm trying to buy stuff so I don't bleed to death but you're blocking the isle."
"You don't care that Mark Mozes is standing right here? He's fucking famous!"
"Well unfortunately, I don't have time to drool over somebody famous because I'm kind of bleeding to death." I said looking up at him.
"You drooled over me because I was famous!"
"Nice try but if I remember correctly, I loved you before you were anything big." I pushed Misha out of the isle with my sore arms and grabbed some gauze and wrap.

"Thanks." This Markus Mozes character looked down at me.
"For the record, you should have somebody with you when you go places. People like him pop up. Go to work or something... I don't know."
"You don't want my autograph or anything?"
"I don't even know you."
" ...Figurine?"
"Look. I don't know you in any ways other than you being my doctor. I only know you as Dr. Mozes."
"Follow me."
"Does nobody care that I'm bleeding to death at this very second? Like I'm just trying to buy some gauze!"
"There's some in my drivers car."

I followed Dr. Mozes to a limo and he told me to climb in.
"Uh..."
"I swear I'm not kidnapping you. I have a meeting and I need you there."
"Why?"
"Sir, we need to leave within a few minutes or you'll be late." The man in a suit holding the door informed.
"I'll tell you if you get inside the limbo." Dr. Mozes sighed.
I climbed inside and held my now leaking arms over my body to avoid getting blood all over the seat.

"Let me redo those for you." Mozes lightly gripped my arms and unwrapped them, covering them with a random towel that came out of the abyss. He squeezed my arms for a minute and then re-wrapped them with gauze and sticky wrap.
"So you're Jay?"
"Yeah...?"
"You can just call me Mozes. There's important people at this meeting and we were instructed to find somebody who had no idea who I was or what Figurine was." Mozes sighed and un-wrinkled his suit. You'll be trying out the device for further info on how to improve this. If the job gets well done, you'll be hired as a tester. "

"Hired? Excuse me but this is absurd." I nervously laughed to myself.
"Yes, I agree. But you seem very observant and able to voice concerns and things to improve Figurine. Are you in the search for a job?"
"I mean- yeah, I've got hospital bills to pay, rent, adult stuff."
"Would you accept the job if I offered?"
"Probably...kinda need one."
"Very well. If this meeting is beneficial, the job is yours. You'll be moved into the work apartments so there's no cost."
"Um...I have a dog?"
"Animals are allowed."
"This seems like a scam."
"I assure you it's not."

"So, tell me about this Misha Gosslyn." He crossed his legs.
"He's a famous singer/songwriter."
"The information the world doesn't know?"
"He's notorious for cheating on his significant other."
"Hm." Mozes hummed.
"Oh, yeah, he's gay. Use it against him I don't care. Why are you asking this? You know he cheated on me."
"Just making sure." He looked me in the eyes." Is he a huge singer?"
"Huge is a bigger word than you'd want to use. He's well known and he's growing fast. If you're asking because of the photo shoot question, it really would benefit you."
"Very well. Samara, contact Gosslyn when we get to the office. Tell him Friday at 12pm there'll be a photo shoot ready for him."
"Yes sir." The woman replied.