Your Mine

Your Mine

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"Please just let us go, I promise we won't tell anybody." I heard the terrified voice of Ethan say. Perfect, I thought, He's just like I want him. He was still struggling, it was cute watching him and his fruitless attempts to get untied. "Shut up," I replied, looking back at him, "Or I swear to good I will make you regret opening your mouth". I made sure that I sounded serious about my threat. It worked, as silence replaced words, at least for a while. Unsurprisingly, it didn't last more than a minute or two. I guess he mustered up the courage to ask, " What have you done with Grayson? Where is my brother?" He sounded worried... How adorable I sighed, my reply cold and heartless, "He'll be joining us soon, I sent someone to.....round him up." I watched as he stopped struggling for a minute, soaking in this information like a sponge soaks up water. What really caught my eyes however was the look in his eyes, the conflict I have seen on more than one occasion. That mixture of worried and hope, all swirling and fighting to be the dominant emotion. I could tell he wanted to say something, I could see it on his face, so I waited. Just like I thought, not even a second later he replied. "Please....don't hurt him or Tyler..." his voice cracked slightly, causing me to smile a bit. He was begging.....Pleading for his brother to be spared, how touching. I smiled walking over to the bound up male. He looked away as I approached, bad idea buddy. Crouching down beside him I turn his head, forcing him to look me in the eye. When I spoke next, I couldn't help but smile. "Silly little Ethan.....Your brother will be joining us soon, whether you want him to or not. As long as the too of you do as your told. You'll be fine." I took in his expression, pure fear. Of what I don't fully know, could be for his brother, himself....Right now it doesn't matter. I wonder if..... Before my thought could finish I heard a knock on the door. They're here.......
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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