Rebel Knights

Chapter 2

We've been with Gabriel for three days now, as in that we are living with him in his beautiful two-story house with a full basement and attic. The outside of the house is a pale white color that sits on fifteen acres of land. Every room, all fourteen rooms are painted either white or navy blue. The kitchen was navy blue with stainless steel appliances, and it was almost as wonderful as the one at Gabriel's restaurant.

The night the three of them caught us at the dumpster, I tried to get us out of living with Gabriel, but they wouldn't hear any of it. They claimed we needed to be watched over, and that they are the ones to provide us with protection, care and support, so here we are.

"Boys, we are having guests in an hour!" Gabriel informs us, as he joins us in the kitchen where I am starting dinner for the three of us.

"Okay, how many are coming, so I know how many people to cook for?" I nervously ask, delibertly keeping my back to him - Christian might be comfortable with him, but I'm not.

"You don't have to cook as Jaxson, Anthony, and Micah are bringing dinner for all of us," his deep voice vibrates through the room.

"Okay, may I be excused?" I inquire, turning to face him tentativly.

"No," he simply resonds; snapping my eyes to his in surprise, and I find him starring intently me - this causes me to fidget under his scrunity.

"W-why n-not?" I whimper, feeling myself start to sweat, my hands shake and are clamy as my nerves and anxiety become over-whelming.

My breathing becomes labored, as I can't hear or see anything or anyone around me, as my panic attack over takes my senses. I'm not sure how long I was like this, but when I come back to myself and my senses enough, I realize I'm sitting on the floor, cuddled into Christian's body - my face burried into his neck.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy," I sniffle softly into his neck, my entire body burning with embarressment.

"It's alright, Colten. I'm just glad I can help you," he mumbles back, tightening his hold on me.

"What happened?" Roman's deep Brittish voice asks with a touch of worry.

"He had a panic attack, he has social anxiety," Christian replies for me, as I'm still trying to calm down entirely.

"Is it because of what I said and wouldn't let you do?" Gabriel asks, guilt thick in his voice.

Picking my head up, I stare at Gabriel - his face has guilt written all over it; "Kind of. I hate being around new people, especially if they're the size of you two."

"Why is that - I've noticed you flinch around us?" Roman asks with a frown.

"I have a hard time being around bulky men," I say, which is a half-truth.

"It's because of our dad and what he and his friends did to him," Christian adds, much to my dismay - I don't want them knowing more than they need, too.

"Did he do more than try and 'beat the gay' out of you?" Gabriel wonders, squatting down near us, as does Roman.

"N-no," I stutter, completly afraid they'll figure out my dirty little secret.

"Colten, you need to be completly honest with us, so we know how to handle anything that may happen in the future," Gabriel states seriously.

"I-I-I," is all I can stammer, my brain and mouth short circuiting.

"Dad rapped him to see if Colten really liked having sex with men. He also allowed some of his friends to do the same after he finished. I tried to help him, but mum held me back, so I couldn't," Christian explains quietly.