Escape (boyxboy)

Prologue

Prologue

Skai Christner ----->

Skai's POV:

I quickly snapped myself out of my stupor as I continued to focus on the path I was taking. I let out another shaky breath as I surveyed my surroundings slowing my pace just a little to focus on where I ended up. Just as I calmed down, not seeing him anywhere, I felt a shiver travel up my spine. I whipped around and saw him, standing there in all his sexy glory. However at this moment, I couldn't think he was, even in the least bit, sexy.

I released quick labored breaths as I stared into the eyes of someone I once trusted with my life. My life, my soul, and all my passion, all my devotion. I would be rejoicing about him looking at me so intensely, if his gaze wasn't filled with so much hatred that eveyone on the planet could have a piece of it. And all of it was directed onto one person. Me.

Horrified, I let out a sharp gasp as his eyes hardened and he started stepping towards me. Each step that he took, I took two back. This only caused him to quicken his already long strides until he was only a few feet away from me. Then, he just stopped. Just for one second, I decided to relieve myself of my fear by taking in his breathtaking appearance. He had jet black hair, shaggy, and parted to the side. Thinking back, I have never seen his hair so messy. Not even during the nights of euphoria I once experienced. My eyes travelled down his face to his piercing blue eyes. Or eye, I should say. He had the blessing of a beautiful heterochromia. One eye a blue so bright, it was almost eerie. The other, a black so dark, you could get sucked into the depths of it and drown in the mystery of it all. He had heavy bags and extreme dark circles that were so bad that I could clearly see them against his tan skin in the abyss of night, with only a few streetlamps to provide light. I could see his stubble, a sign that he hasn't shaved in weeks. His beautiful lips, plump and pink, were chapped and pursed in a tight line as he surveyed me. I wasn't surprised as I haven't seen him in a few weeks. I continued to trail my eyes down to his strong jawline and his muscular neck that I remember leaving love bites on like it was yesterday.

While I was thinking about my life before all this, I didn't notice him taking a step closer until he cleared his throat. I jumped back and warily stared at him, trying to figure out his intentions. His multicolored eyes let no one into his mind, blocking anyone from figuring out what he's thinking.

My eyes are drawn away from his eyes to his moving lips. Wait. Why are they moving? Realizing that he's talking, I mentally shake my head at my stupidity before tuning in on at least the last words he's saying.

"...you need to come home. Now," he coldly stated, no emotion at all seeping out of his gruff, deep voice. I froze in my spot trying to convince myself that I didn't just hear what I think I just heard. Home? Home my ass. That hell-hole is anywhere but home. He can't make me go to his fucking beautiful as hell penthouse. That's when it hit me. He is going to force me into going with him. With that singular thought in mind, I turned around and made a mad dash. Towards where? Hell if I know. I just needed to get away from him ASAP.

*Author's Note*

Soooooo... this is my very first story I think in forever, so I would greatly appreciate constructive criticism and anything else of the sort. Btw the entire story isn't gonna be all this dark shit. There will be humor in it. Also, if you want, I need help coming up with the seme's (the top) name. Any and all suggestions will be taken into mind. Thank you for reading! :)