He stayed frozen in place.
"Dylan, You okay?!" his mom's loud voice came from below. They'd left his door open. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." The hell? Why did his back hurt so much? And not just his back, other places that weren't supposed to be hurting did so much that sitting up suddenly felt like a big chore. "What the hell did I do to myself last night?" his eyes agape in wonder. He searched through his brain for anything but sadly, all he had seemed to have gone with his drunken state. His head hurt from thinking too much, and while he pressed the bridge of his nose for comfort while still holding on to his dear back, he still had to head to the restroom. With the little strength he had left, he dragged his aching parts and limped his way to shut his door before heading to the bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he felt something pour down his legs and he frowned. What now? Did he wet himself? He went faster to the toilet for his business and then realized, that hadn't come from the front but behind. Confusedly, his hand grazed between his thighs and he fell more into confusion as he observed what had stained his hands. Something all too familiar, it wasn't his first time seeing it because he had produced that himself. But now the question was, "Why is it coming out of there?" he peered down at himself to see he wasn't mistaken. His current position made him wince in pain from his back ache, then he could slowly point out the places that held pain. "What's going on? I've never had so many questions after one drunk night." he grumbled to no one in particular as he stood thoughtfully. Trying his hardest to remember anything at all from the previous occasion. He was a virgin, but he wasn't that clueless about the wild life. Videos are there for a reason, and he'd seen and heard of some aftereffect of sleeping with someone. But his chuckle evaded the thought at once. "Come on, Dylan, like that's an option. You're smarter than that." he chuckled again and let out a sigh of defeat. He was with the others, so they should know what went down. With that, he moved on to tear a stack of toilet roll, wiped himself off without much thought. His clothes smelt like alcohol and threw him off, so he took it all off. He might as well just take a bath while he was at it, he thought and made his way to the sink. He turned the tap on, threw his hand under the running water, and then made the choice of looking in the wall mirror. Frozen. That's how he was for a whole minute, the word *save the ocean* was no longer a business of his as the water gushed down his hands stuck in place. "...ha." A sharp exhale escaped his lips, his widen eyes forgetting how to blink. Bite marks, bite marks, hickeys, and more bite marks, scattered all over his body down to his legs. His wet hand slowly went up to touch his neck. Don't freak out Dylan, it's probably just a lipstick stain, he calmed himself. But the moment his fingers brushed against the bite mark that didn't clean up, instead stung him. His lids finally moved and his mouth spread open. "AAAAHHHHHH!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!" It's real! it's freaking real! It dawned on him the more he rubbed at his skin. "Oh my god," he stumbled back, cupping his forehead as he felt a strong headache hit him at once. "Dylan!" his mom's voice came into his room. She sounded close now, "What is wrong with you today? Are you okay?" "Ah! I'm losing it! I'm losing it! I'm really losing it!" he strides in an attempt to head out but then remembered he was stark naked. "No, no no no...it's gone!" "What?!" "It's gone, it's gone, mom!" he panicked. "What are you saying? What's gone?!" His virginity! His sanctuary which he'd kept so much self pride in... it was gone. And he didn't know who took it! He rushed back to the mirror, and the blushing nightmare was still in place. His head fell back in dismay. "Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" "Dylan?!" "Who's that bastard?" he glared up into space. "I'm going to shave off all his hair when I get him, that crazy..." "Dylan! Language!" "Mom! Mom, mom" he shot up, the next step to take rushing in. "help me get my phone." "It's on my bed, quick." he rushed. "Are you sure you're okay?" his mom asked while she went ahead to get his phone. He held the door shut to a minimal where only his phone could pass through. "Yes, yes I'm fine, mom. I just remembered I lost something really important and I need to find out who took it." No way he was going to tell her about it or even let her see the marks on him. He still hasn't come out to them, so how on earth could he tell her the truth. "Okay, if you say so," she sounded confused while handing him the phone. As soon as he had it in his hand, he shut the door close and waited for her to step out. "try to keep it down though, we don't want any complains coming in." "Y-yeah, sorry mom. And could you shut the door behind you? I don't have my cloths on." "Got it." He waited till he heard the door shut, then he peeked out the bathroom door to be sure his mom. had truly left. After confirming, he slapped in Kira's number on his screen and it only took a ring to get her to pick up. "K-" "Hey!" her jolly voice cuts him off. "Jackson the second! You're up? How's your head?" He blinked, completely lost. "What would be wrong with my head? And who's jackson the second?" "What? You don't remember? I knew it, remind me to never let your ass get anywhere near alcohol again." she chuckled. "Look, Kira," he snapped, his head already full as it was. "There's a bigger issue than that. Last night, did I step out alone anytime at the party, and who did I meet up with?" "What?" she went quiet for a minute, "Dude, it was so hard to keep watch over you last night. You were like a walking tornado. You literally met and talked to every living soul around for the party. Oh, wait, we did lose you one time." "What?" his heart sank. "That was towards the end though, and Theodore went after you." Dylan blinked. "...T-Theodore? As in Theodore, my neighbor Theodore?" his eyes widened. "Yeah, why? Did something happen?" He went quiet for a minute, "No, no it's fine. Thanks." He cuts off the call before she could mention another thing, then he took in a deep breath and stared into space as his emotionss got all mixed up inside. Theodore went after him. Theo went after him. Why though? If that's true then... "My god," he softly cupped his mouth. He give it a deep thought, "Did I sleep with Theo...? But he has a girlfriend... Or does he swing both ways?" He mumbled his thoughts to himself, analysing every posibility he could come up with. "This is crazy. Absolutely crazy." He sighed tiredly, brushing his hair back in dismay. What he found more crazy was how he couldn't deny how he felt at the moment, he'd been so distressed when he found the bite marks, but now that the possible cause of those marks and the loss of his first time could be Theodore... his agitation and anger from a minute ago almost felt like it wasn't there in the first place. "I mean, if Theo really is my first... I guess I can overlook it." His eyes met the mirror and he couldn't believe he had a little smile on his lips. "You freaki-" he frowned and quietly groaned through his gritted teeth. "UGH! Dylan, you're so stupid! You freaking IDIOT, ugh!" Unbelievable, what the heck was he just thinking? With his attitude, how sure was he that he hadn't been the one to jump Theodore? "Hold on," his head shot up at the possible act and he cupped a gasp. "Oh my god, ohmygod I might've done that. My stupid ass could've done that, Oh no, oh no no. I must be crazy." He slumped down in a squat while regretting his life decisions and aching pain that didn't seem like it would leave any time soon. How was he supposed to face him now? For a moment, the room remained silent. Then his head came up with a sigh, there was only one way to stop the ache in his head and sort himself out. "I have to meet Theo and ask him myself." He got up with a determined look, then his eyes met the reflection of his body's state and his face flushed up. "Seriously though, did he have to bite so much?" He walked away and hurried to meet up the dinner as his only chance. It took him a while to clean up and get dressed, it was all still strange to him but the reccuring ache from every of his movement made told him it was all real. What would he do if Theo does confess to being the one who he had slept with? It probably wouldn't work out. He might get a *Hey, I'm sorry, it was a drunken mistake. I still love my girlfriend so if we can just pretend this never happened?* That would hurt. Or he could get a *Hey, I loved what we had last night, what do you think we keep this up. My girlfriend doesn't have to know." Dick move, he wasn't down for that. So many scenarios played up in his head, and it didn't take him long to find himself outside, waiting on their front porch, dressed in a gray turtleneck, a loose hoodie and black pants. He straightened his bangs and shifted nervously while quietly clearing out his throat. Here goes nothing. He pressed the doorbell and waited patiently, someone's approaching footstep made his heart beat, then the door fell open and he almost let out a sigh of relief. The beautiful curly brown haired woman met his eyes with her beautiful brown, and in less that than five seconds of trying to recognize him, a big smile curled up her lips. "Dylan?!" She knew his name? "That's me," he gave her a composed smile. "Good evening, I hope I'm not too late?" "Of course not! I'm so glad you could make it, come on in." she gestured in and he took the invite. "The boys were so sad to hear you couldn't make it, they'll be so happy to see you." The boys? he questioned as he took off his shoes. It didn't take him long to understand what she meant, the moment he stepped into the sitting room, except his family already sitted at the table with Theodore's dad, at the corner stood three others who seemed busy. "Dylan made it!" The announcement called the attention of the three, and Dylan stopped in his track as they all turned in his direction at once. Three honey brown eyes met his and he suddenly forgot how to breath.The hell, was this a test?What's going on? Why was he being stared at by two identical Theodores and an older Theodore whose charm perfected the image of a grown Theodore. Was he still hungover?"Dylan! You made it," one of the identical Theodores smiled and came up to him. "I thought you'd still be tired after last night."He'd missed that."Huh...uh, yeah."His brain was still trying to comprehend why there were two Theodores, and why the second Theodore had on a glare. A look he never thought he would see on...Theo?"I'm guessing you didn't know he has a twin."Dylan snapped out of it thanks to the heavenly deep voice that called his whole being. The older Theodore was now also in front of him, and he had on a welcoming smile that Dylan wanted to steal all for himself."Yeah," he breathed a response. "I didn't.""There was no time to mention it, he only got to know my name last night." Theodore defended."I'm Lucas, the eldest." he put out his hand for a shake and Dylan delightfu
"H-hey, you okay?" He heard a worried voice and stares directed at him as he coughed out seriously. He could feel Bree patting his back and he couldn't feel anymore embarrassed. He'd choked on water... if only that was the only reason. "What are you doing, Dylan?" "I'm sorry," he struggled to talk as he coughed out again, he turned to the Waltson's "Could I use your restroom?" Damn it, he'd almost messed up the meals in front of him. "Sure, it's right around that corner." Lucas pointed, "Easy there." "Y-yeah, thanks." He found his way there in no time, as soon as he was in with the door shut, he took in a deep breath and his system broke down. He didn't know if he wanted to scream out but muffle his voice, grab his hair in dismay, or stamp his foot silently and cover his eyes in shame... so he did it all. "You crazy- horny dumbass, stupid self-control lacking idiot!" he squeaked a mumble to himself. The bite marks were all his idea. What?! "Oh my god," he pressed
"Hey, Jackson the second." "Don't call me that." he threw Kira a look of disapproval as soon as she sat next to him, Dorry following behind her. "Hey Dylan," she greeted. "Hey Dorry." "What has you looking so sore? I know you hate morning classes but your face just screams you don't want to be here." Of course his mental state was a mess, his weekend was terrible. Not only did he have a viral video of him dancing like a drunk maniac, breaking things, and running away from his friends who tried to hold him down. But then Theo had the guts to say what?! *I don't remember what happened last night and I don't want to remember.* Like what??! You freaking slept with someone who's not your girlfriend, who's a guy to top it all, and it was his first time. Like that wasn't enough, he found out they all went to the same college. It was hard to believe, but it was the truth. Lucas was a Law major student in his fifth year, Theodore being in the public speaking major in his 3
"What?" Dylan spun around and met Kyle's eyes. He had heard that loud and clear and knew his ears weren't playing tricks on him. But the unchanging glare on Kyle made him think otherwise, Kyle couldn't have said that. So who did? "Hey, Kyle why did you blow out on him like that? Did you two have an argument before?" Kyle let out a silent sigh and took out his phone, he typed in a few words and brought it up to his face. ~~You need to be careful.~~ "What, of Casper?" Kyle typed in again. ~~And stop being so nice to everyone! It makes you look stupid!!!~~ Dylan's mouth fell open, "What?! Hey!" Kyle was already walking away with a furious look. Dylan watched him turn a corner that led down to the basement theatre that had been their original location. Almost like he knew his way just fine. "That kid..." he scoffs in disbelief. "Did he just call me stupid?" Yet, so he was left standing alone, wondering why he was so confused about what had just happened. With no one to answer
Dylan stared at the sweets in his hand and his head tilted as he was left speechless.Theo sent this? Why though? "Did he finally remember?" his eyes widened, but he shut out the idea at once. "No, let's not get over our heads. They're just sweets, a completely normal act." He nodded. However he couldn't ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he stared down at his hands. With a smile, he went back in as he muttered to himself. "He could've just given this to me himself, why so shy?" he giggled, knowing how delusive he was, yet happy about it. "Hey, who was that?" Bree's sudden appearance made him flinch. Her face scrunched up, "And what has you smiling like that?" His smile faded " What's it to you?" "Was it Kyle or Theo?" she smirked, her hand reaching for his handful of sweets. He smacked it off and hid his hand behind him. "Why ask me if you already know." "Why are you being so stingy? It's just sweet." "No, it's not, keep your eyes off this." he warned and
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Dylan's lids fluttered around in a panic and he shot up in concern."K-Kyle, hey Kyle are you okay?" he knocked on the door. "Open up? Kyle?!"His body went back down to the floor and he peeped again, thinking he was mistaken. But he wasn't. There was blood drops on the ground and he was sure it came from Kyle because another drop fell to the floor."Kyle, seriously, stop playing around and open the door. Are you injured?" Still no response, now he was getting really worried. He went into the next stall and saw his only way was to climb the seat and peek in from the roof space. Thankfully, he could see inside just fine."Kyle!" he shot out as he caught sight of Kyle standing with his body pressed on the door and his face hidden. His hand kept waving for Dylan to go away but that only stressed him out even more."Are you stupid? Open the freaking door and let me take a look at you!" Kyle shook his head relentlessly as he went down in a squat, being hell bent on covering his face ev
Theo went silent for a minute, then his eyes shifted to Kyle and he smiled. "Careful there Dylan, Kyle's very sensitive about jokes like that." "But I..." he stopped as he accepted it really was an expensive joke on his side... except it wasn't. He was a hundred percent sure it was Kyle's voice, despite how he had never heard him speak. So all he could say was, "Sorry." "It's cool," Theo chuckled, "right, Kyle?" Kyle simply rolled his eyes and folded his arms. He didn't look pleased. "Anyway, I have to go. Melody's waiting so I'm going to meet her, I'm so late as it is and she's going to kill me." he smiled like he knew what was in store for him. Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but then Theo turned to him and beat him to it. "We'll talk later." Damn it! "...huh, yeah sure. That's fine." he forced a smile. He wasn't fine, now that he had his mind prepared, some *Melody* had to have plans with him. Ugh. "And Kyle, stay alert and make sure to call immediately if anything
“Hmff…”They all watched Dylan sniffle quietly on Kyle's bed after they had finally gotten him to calm down. Yet as the four of them stood in front of him, including Kyle who had changed back into his human form and gotten dressed, while the others had gotten Dylan off the floor, they all didn't know what next to do.“Uh-” Dylan finally spoke, his tired voice now calm and undoubtedly embarrassed. “Sorry about that guys, I'm fine now so could you all stop, looking so worried?”“Haa, I thought for sure he had said something bad to you.” Lucas spoke first, side eyeing him. “ You sure you okay?”“You need anything?” Theo asked concernedly.“Perhaps a kiss from the one who caused this would do the trick.” Aaron chuckled in a tease but had his smile fade off when all eyes glared in his direction.**Why is this dumbest piece of shit in my room anyways?** He found himself grunt quietly before turning his attention back to Dylan. He looked less shaken, but his eyes had gone red from crying.
**This blabbering idiot, I should've thrown him out the window.** Kyle thought with a serious look. Now Dylan felt worried. Was there a dark side of Kyle that he had been turning a blind eye to? “H-how're you going to let him down?” he found himself ask and saw Kyle grow nervous. **Shit, I used my powers to keep him up there but I can't do it again in front of Dylan. And I also can't leave this idiot in here.** Powers? **I hate lying to him but I have to.** ^^Could you help me get a… scissors from Lucas. I need one to get him down.^^ Dylan squinted and questioned how he should take his request after hearing such thought. He was obviously trying to get him out of the room so should he play along for now? “O-okay.” He got up, deciding to go along with it despite his itch to know what exactly Kyle was trying to hide. He stepped out, but surprisingly, two steps was all it took to hear a loud thud from the room while Kyle rushed out. **Dylan! Oh.** ^^You can come back now, I fou
“Okay.” Dylan nodded, oblivious to what Kyle had to say next. **Would it be better to explain it to him before showing him? Would that freak him out less? It didn't work on his parents though.** His parents? He thought, what do they have to do with this? **Ugh, whatever.** He watched Kyle proceed to sit back on the floor and begin with his signs. ^^So, I have this thing… it's literally a curse based on who placed it on me, but the truth is… I can change into a dog.^^ Dylan blinked, his head cocking forward in confusion. “Sorry, could you show me that again? I think I misread it.” ^^No, you didn't.^^ His eyes searched Kyle's confident gaze, what he read didn't seem like what had been intended. “I read that as dog, I'm sure that's not what you said.” Kyle pursed his lips, and the next act of him proceeding not to correct him made Dylan go silent. **He's staring at me like I've gone mad, but I have to see this to the end.** ^^Remember my Aunt's dog? Skylar” He squinted, the
It took Dylan a minute and a step back to realize what he had done. His hand cupped his mouth and his eyes almost popped out. “Oh my…” Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the figure from the side which they hadn't noticed the whole time, called their attention. Their heads turned at the same time to see Kyle remain frozen at the other end of the room. And Dylan's heart broke from the look on his look. “Ky-” “Kyle,” Theo beat him to it. With no regard to what they had to say, Kyle turned away quietly and stepped out of the kitchen. “K-Kyle, hold on.” Theo stepped out after him, leaving Dylan still with cupped lips and a look of disbelief. What did he just do?… What, the fuck, did he just do? His legs finally moved forward and he stepped out of the kitchen. He had never messed up so much in one day… no, in less than an hour! “Kyle, at least listen.” Theo's voice called him to the stairs, and he walked over to see Theo standing up the first end while calling up cautious
“Ugh!” Theo's loud groan didn't register in his head as his body suddenly lost all the strength they had. “D-Dylan, Dylan I think I broke somethin...”His head shot up in a panic, and his words left through his whisper as he met the confused brown eyed gaze. “Hide me.” His fear getting the best of him caused him to ramble on. “There's– there's a gold dressed maniac following me because I punched him in the face and ran off after biting his hand. But I had to because he pulled a gun to my side and threatened me to stay in the bus after his eyes went crazy.” “Wh… what?!” Theo's gaze of confusion turned to concern in a second while he sat up straight and held him close. His eyes scanning the area at once. “He just got down at the stop, he definitely followed me so please hide me.” he didn't realize his voice had gone shaky until he compared Theo’s calm tone to his. “If you're right then we should get you inside. A gun?” Theo looked scared for him while he tried to get them up. Still
He blinked. **What?** “Selective amnesia to be precise, according to the doctor.” Mr. Kerwood chipped in.His gaze returned to Mrs. Kerwood who wasn't trying to hide her guilt behind her face squeeze. “I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”**W-wait, hold on.**He grabbed his phone and typed in. ~~How sure are you about this? I mean… how did you find out?~~“After the day I told him we lost you, I thought his character was a little odd. He asked a lot of questions that didn't seem… sound, his voice was barely audible yet he talked a lot, and he would tear up anytime we brought him food.”**That's not odd, that's just Dylan being Dylan.**“I thought these were all his coping mechanism or something so I tried to cheer him up. I asked if he still missed his dog and the next thing he asked me was… what dog?”What?“I thought he was joking about it and just didn't want to talk about it so I didn't pressure him for days. In all honesty, it's more like I wasn't even sure, I'd
"Hah," she exhaled in relief, her teary eyes holding a hint of excitement. Her voice softened up and her shoulders slumped. “Thank goodness you're alive.”Alive?Of course he was. Why would she think he was dea-ohhh!Right, he remembered. A second after Mrs. Kerwood had managed to pull Dylan in his hold out of the house, the wood had given out in the fire and he had been caught inside. He really thought that was the end of him, yet he could only find himself worrying about Dylan.He was alive thanks to Heralis.But could he say 'thanks' to her when she simply ripped him off more of his rights and was still trying to kill him off? He did find out that day that she was the one behind his husky curse after all.**Haa, whatever.**They didn't need to know that. He was going to find a way out of his mess one way or the other."H-how did you make it out?" Mrs. Kerwood took a step closer with her concerned gaze instantly taking a questioning turn. "Does Dylan know this? Oh my goodness, this
Locked up in a different room and chained down like the dog he was, felt merciful on their end. But not on his. He couldn't stay still when the last picture he saw was the kid lying unconscious and bleeding out. His 'father' had only ordered Cornor to pick him up after cursing out in annoyance. While the man had dragged him by the fur over to a different room, after a few kick and more curses. And Kyle had let it be because he couldn't bring himself to fight back. It was all his fault. If he hadn't put himself in that position, the boy wouldn't have gone through that. "You better stay still right here and be quiet. Unless you want to see your friend get hurt again." the man threatened and all he could let out was a whimper. How could he do anything after hearing that? He was scared. He couldn't tell what was going on outside with the kid. Is he going to be okay? With how his father treated him, he was more worried if they were actually paying proper attention to his wounds.? He
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER INCLUDES CHILD VIOLENCE, READ WITH A PREPARED MIND. “...done…ing it.” “...a tracking dog?” “It doesn't look like it, sir.” The faint voices slowly cleared up in Kyle's ears, his consciousness seeping back in. “What do we do with it?” His eyes fell open to the stranger in a lab coat squatting in front of him. He looked unfamiliar, and so did the bright white room. Shifting his gaze to the side a bit further down the room, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the sight of the other man in the room, who also had on a lab coat and was the one who had shot him to sleep. The boy's father. **Shit, I messed up.” his body moved groggily, the effect of the drug still weighing him down. **How did I let myself get caught to become dog meat?** “Take him away,” the man said, his gaze not fixed in his direction, but at something else. “We'll feed him to the kid once he's awake.” **No.** The person closer to him moved to obey and he panicked. The kid meant it.