Fantasy

chapter six

In the woods, not too far from the cabin, is a little deserted shack. It's near a medium sized lake, and it's my private get-a-way.

I'm not a big fan of large bodies of water though. Probably because I can't swim. So I tend to avoid getting too close to the lake. I'd rather not fucking drown.

It's far enough for people to not know about it. It's quiet and peaceful, not even the animals seem to realize it's there. I found it about a week after being gifted the cabin and fixed it up. The color schemes gold and neutral tones, not my usual dark colors.

Being here is like that feeling, when it's so quiet that time's stopped altogether and you can just.. stop living for a bit.

I can forget about everything.

I stare out the small window on the wooden wall, watching the sun disappear behind the tall trees. The chirping of insects getting louder, more annoying. Sighing I stand and dust off. I should go back, it's getting dark and I'm calm now.

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I walk through the back door and into the kitchen, hoping Honey did as I asked for once. I'm met with an empty kitchen and a quiet house.

"Honey?" I call for him as I walk up the stairs.

His head peeks out my room, a finger to his lips, signaling for me to be quiet. His hairs a bit messy, like he's ran his hands through it too many times. I realize the boys probably asleep and motion for Honey to follow me.

We reach the kitchen and I sit on a island chair. I look up into the tall blonds eyes, waiting for him to speak. His tanned arms crossed in front of his chest, still wearing my shirt.

He raises an eyebrow at me suggestively. "Wanna talk about your little freak out in the kitchen?"

"How is he?" I ask, avoiding his question. 

He smirks, running long thin fingers through his hair. "Well, I made him take a shower after he, y'know, came on himself."

He what? He what!?? 

My hand goes to my hair subconsciously, twisting at the roots.

"You should stop doing that, or you're gonna go bald. Unlike me, you couldn't pull it off." He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders.

I drop my hand, glaring at him. "Sit the fuck down." 

I hate having to look up at his 6ft self.

Honey rolls his eyes, sitting into the seat as told. 

"I'm glad he's okay." He refers to the sleeping boy upstairs.

"What do you mean?" I question, not understanding his change of heart. 

Honey's right hand goes to his ear, playing with the dangly diamond earring in it. "He told me what happened. He told me about those boys. What they did... Desa, I-"

He looks at me with watering eyes, wiping away the few tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. Honey always gets this way when he hears about subs getting mistreated, especially when it involves rape.

"Come here." I sigh, watching as he falls from his chair and into my torso. His arms squeeze around me tightly, he pushes into me as much as he can. I rub his back soothingly, ignoring my own discomfort. hiccups as he tries to speak through his cries. I shush him, petting his hair softly. In turn he squeezes my sides with his hands.

Minutes pass, his heads still pressed into my stomach. This couldn't all be out of pity, Honey doesn't do pity. How could he, he has a fucking god complex. No, this must be triggering his own trauma. Trauma he still refuses to tell me about.

"Honey, look at me."

He lifts his head, runny mascara down his face. I'm sure he doesn't wear water proof mascara for this very reason, because he looks fucking beautiful after he cries. I cup his face, squinting my eyes, intently searching his face. Not a present flaw, unless you count the natural scar running through his right eyebrow at a slant. 

People always call him a bitch, and he really can be. If only all his little "fans" knew how much of a cry baby he can.

"Are you just gonna keep staring at me? I mean I know you want to fuck me but jeez. You can't let me breath first?" He taunts, smirking up from me. 

"Shut up." I glare, my hand tugging against his hair.

"That was nothing mistress, I can say things much worse." He bites his bottom lip, trying to erase his previous vulnerability.

I'm positive he can say things worse, he has before, and add on the fact he's a fucking whore who's slept with more people then I have toes and fingers. But he always pulls this fucking shit, never one to talk about his fucking feelings. I mean I don't either, but that's different.  

"You don't trust me?" I ask seriously, staring deeply into his blue eyes. They widen in shock. 

"What?"

"You won't tell why this shit effects you so much." My face remains serious, eyebrows furrowed.

"It's not that, I just don't want you to see me differently." Honey shakes his head, squeezing me tighter in his arms.

"Right." 

"Swear," he let out a wistful laugh. "5 months ago I wouldn't give a female the time of day, my useless mother was enough. Yet here I am, wrapped in your arms. Doesn't that say enough?" 

He snorts, talking again before I have the chance to say anything. "And to think. I have your annoying father to thank for that."

My lips twitch upwards as I look at the glint in the boys eyes. "He is rather annoying."

Honey nods, releasing his hold on me with a chuckle as he stands. 

"Have you eaten?" I ask, getting up and heading to the cabinets. Looking through them for anything not disgusting.

"No, but I'm not hungry." He sniffles, sliding back on an island chair.

"Your eating." I counter, sliding him the only editable thing we have, peanut butter and Oreos.

I hate peanut butter.

"I'll have someone deliver some real food tomorrow." I sigh. We have his favorite snack, but nothing that I like, and this is my family's cabin. It's stupid.

"God, I forgot how much I love these." Honey moans as he puts another Oreo covered in peanut butter in his mouth. I don't think I'd enjoy it that much but, I shrug.

I watched him enjoy his food, occasionally sipping the tea I made. I haven't really eaten all day but with all the hormones in the air I haven't really felt hungry, well for food anyways.

I'm just horny and tired.

"Hey, you know he was really scared." Honey's voice mumbles as he talked with food in his mouth. 

"Who, Niko?"

Honey nodded, arm propping his head up as he took a break from shoving his mouth.

"Kept crying about being punished. I asked him about it, and he just kept fucking crying. After forever, he finally mentioned these weird ass punishments his parents give him. Like, really fucking concerning things."

"Like what?" My eyebrows furrowed, feeling irritated and confused. 

"Ugh, do I have to go in detail? It's depressing." Honey groaned, dropping his head to the counter. 

"Honey." I spoke his name as a warning. I'm not dealing with his bullshit right now. 

"Fine. Um, like not feeding him, locking him in the basement. I don't know. He wasn't even forming sentences, just like, mumbles." 

"That's just fucking great." I clench my teeth. I'm sure I can't ask him about it either, I'd rather not have to deal with another panic attack. 

Why the fuck can't I just have peace-n-quiet in my fucking life?

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