Love That Could Last Forever [BoyxBoy]

Don't Break Me, Mr. Danger

My father always had a good impact on what I did, but one talk left memorable impact on my life. What was so serious that it scarred my mind for that long? The feeling when in a split second everything could change for the worst. My father was in two wars in his life. And he said the most terrifying feeling ever, is when someone you love is in danger. And you can't do a thing about it.

Right now. I was feeling that. The terror. The adrenaline. And without a doubt, helplessness.

I couldn't do anything as Jack pressed that knife deeper into Logan's throat. It wasn't enough to kill him, but just the right amount of pressure to break skin and for blood to ooze out. All the while, I was frozen in shock. All I could do is stand there and watch Logan's face twist in fear and pain. I needed to do something, anything, but my body wouldn't let me. I was only three feet away. It was frustrating and this definitely was not the time for this. Logan was in danger! Life threatening danger. I needed to-

"Isn't this fun, Jamie? Watching as I dig this knife deeper and deeper into your best friend's throat, and you can do nothing to help him." He made his point as he dug it a bit deeper, making Logan whimper in pain. "If only you listened to me the first time, than none of this would've had to happen." His smirk was dark and devilish. It was as twisted as he is. And I would be lying if I didn't want to slap it right off his face.

But I couldn't. Not with Logan at such risk. I had to tread lightly and warily. Which is a hard enough task on it's own...

I bit my lip, glancing around the room for something that could help me. Even if it was a candle stick, I could use it right now. I was all out of ideas and plans. I could scream, but what would that do? The guy at the front desk is probably dead by now. And there isn't any other people here. We were short out of luck in the beginning, anyway. Now we really had nothing to hold hope for.

Someone was going to die tonight. Someone I love.

My heart pumped that much faster when that popped into my mind. The world felt that much heavier on my shoulders. But I couldn't say a word. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe, for all that matters. The only thing I really could do is gaze at the sight before me. Logan's face dripping in agonizing tears. His light blue shirt dripping in velvet liquid. His body trembling in fear for what is about to come. All the while, Jack is holding onto him tightly with his left arm, while the other is pressing the knife in light pressure. Tempting me with fear.

That's what he wants from me. To be in fear. To show he has control. Everything he's done in the past, never made me fear him. And that's what angered him the most. I didn't fear him. Which is why he didn't have control. But, by trying to kill my best friend in front of me. He knew he would get control. Because the fear would be there. How could it not? I loved Logan with all my heart. He's my brother. My best friend. And my family.

I would lose everything if he died. Everything.

The only problem is...I'm playing with fire. A forest fire to be exact. There really isn't any way to go about this, without someone getting burned. He could, and probably will, take Logan and I down. He's using his Immortality for his own selfish wants. And he doesn't care who dies to get it. Like fire.

"Cat got your tongue, Jamie? You seem to be unusually quiet, which isn't at all like you." He didn't know how much I wanted to talk. To curse at him. Yell. Scream. Anything to get how I feel about him out. But, I needed to stay quiet. He wasn't killing Logan. Yet. Because he didn't think he was getting a rise out of me. If he saw I was actually scared and angry, he would do worse. To get an even bigger rise. As long as I stay quiet. Logan was safe.

At least I thought so. Because that only seemed to piss Jack off. He slammed Logan against the wall. Dragging the knife down his shoulder. Leaving a river of blood flowing down. And if that wasn't enough, the screams Logan made bounced off the walls. It pierced my heart with panic. I knew then I only had one option. I had to throw myself into this. Distract Jack from Logan long enough for him to get out of here. I knew the odds of me surviving were slim. But I couldn't take watching Logan die because of some grudge Jack had for me.