Getting off the plane, I filled in my lungs the fresh breeze I lacked from the plane. With a sigh, I threw my bag over my shoulder and began heading towards the exit.
I couldn't believe I was fucking doing this, a nineteen years old boy pulled out from school and flee half away across the country, from Los Angeles, California to Toronto, Canada for a stupid family meeting... pretty fun...I thought sarcastically.
Reaching the exit, I pushed the doors opened open and made my way out, the fresh breeze of Toronto caressed my cheeks, I instantly spotted my stepbrother Dean, two years younger than me with brown hair and green eyes, bolding stating the fact that we shared the same father...I tried my best not to roll my eyes as I walked over to him, resting against a black SUV, hands tucked into his sweatshirt and a pair of black pants.
"Hey Tristan" he put on the biggest and fakest smile I had ever seen as soon as I came in fr
"Tristan! Your Dad is here!" I rolled my eyes as my stepmom's voice came from downstairs. My gaze went down to little Nuts and I picked her up in my arms before sauntering out of my room. I wandered down the stairs tiredly, suddenly feeling sifted but I managed on my feet till I got to the living room, where my dad was and I dropped Little Nuts on the floor. "Tristan, welcome home. I haven't seen you for one and a half years and You're all grown up!" My dad exclaimed as he stood from where he sat and advanced towards me, instantly enclasped me as if I was his long-lost son...I rolled my eyes, unexpectedly feeling pricked out of my mind. "Mn!" Came to my reply as he pulled away from the hug but his hands remained on my shoulder, giving me a wide smile...I tilted my head a bit and my eyes landed on something...someone. "Who's that?" I queried with a grimace.
I tried not to ogled at him, I embarked to keep my eyes fused on the plate of food laid out in front of me, I tried to listen to the words being enunciated around the dining table, but still… My eyes still wandered back to him, sealing glances once in a while, and my cheeks burn in stigma whenever our gazes would meet.What the heck?!What was the meaning of this?How could I be attracted to a man…? I was straight, not straight as a circle, I had never darted at a man twice, not that I had anything against homosexuality…but I was born straight, but my eyes lingered back to him again and my eyes watched as he gulped, the food raced down his throat, my hand went up to my throat, slowly trailing while my gaze glued to his seductive adam apple, I fidgetted.As if struck, I looked away instantly, shaking my head to get rid of every heinous thought but when I lifted my head, I found hi
My lazy legs hauled me down the stairs to the living room, scraping my eyes to clear off the siesta.I took out my cell phone from my pocket, checking the time on the screen, I cursed realizing it was past 1 am. I sough and put it back into my pocket.My legs took me to the living room but stopped dead by the door, a gasp fled my mouth as I gaped with my mouth on the floor.Dr. Sean was standing beside the kitchen counter shirtless, showing off his vast athletic, muscular arms and broad back while his lower half was cover in sweatpants, a straight v line running into his pants.Suddenly he turned hearing my voice and I caught sight of a skull tattoo on the left side of his chest, my stupefied eyes went back to his face and found him staring at me stolidly. Feeling caught and suddenly feverish, I turned my back to him. I placed my hand over my chest, breathing histrionically. I felt blood surging to m
Striding in the house with a shopping bag, followed by the rest of my family. I heard a beep from my pocket and took it out from my pocket, smiled as I read the message. I wheeled to my dad."Can I have one of the keys to a car?" I requested.My stepmother stepped forward, dropping her shopping bags on the floor. This woman made me amble around an enormous shopping mall because of her gibberish. I poked my inner cheek, suddenly irked as she came to stand in front of me."But Tristan, we just got back from the mall, it was a bit tiring. Aren't you tired?" She grilled, staring at me with her big brown eyes that I despised so much, those eyes reminded me of the fact that this woman was once my mom's best friend who stole her home a week later her death."Mind your own business!" I gritted at her question and she gasped, stepping away from me."I'm your mother, Tristan!" A little voi
«JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW»My friends and I roam the deserted street, beer cans on our hold, it was almost past 3 pm but did we care...no... We never did and we wouldn't start now.We were considered rebels but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.I snickered and gulped down my beer, instantly emptying the can and throwing it inside a roadside trash can, instantly grabbing another from our bag, hung on Ren's shoulder, I opened it and let the sour zest burn down my throat once more."Jarvis, that's your seventeen can. I think you've taken enough for tonight" My friends stopped, all turning their faces to me.I chuckled at their expression before dropping on the road, taking another long gulp of my beer."We can't take him back to his dorm like this, Tristan is not around to take care of him and we all are wasted" I heard&n
«Tristan's Point of View»I rubbed my eyes and sauntered down the notches, strolling into the living room. I dropped myself on the sofa, resting my head back and shut my head, feeling an explosion going on in my head till I felt a presence before me, I peeked my left eye open, sighing when I saw my dad staring down at me with an indignant and disapprovingly expression, not that I cared. I nearly shrieked as I shut my eyes back."You insensible thing!"Instantly my eyes fled opened at his words. Did he just call me a thing? Maybe I imagined it."Where did you go with my car all night?!" His voice rosed, which only added another pound of a layer to the aching sensation in my head, I could barely keep my eyes open as they fluttered continuously."I went out with some old friends, just catching up" I answered, standing up. "There's nothing wrong with that unless you inten
The next morning, I found myself having breakfast with my family, shoving food into my mouth hastily."Careful Tristan, you are going to hurt yourself"I excluded the voice, grabbed a glass of juice, and gulped it down my throat, almost hurting as I choke for a bit before slamming the glass on the table and I heard the sound of a chair pulling in front of me, I didn't have to raise my head to know who it was as I sharply stood, knocking my chair backward, luckily it didn't fall."I'm full"I turned and walked away from the dining area, ignoring the calls from my dad and stepmother as I raced up the stairs.I slammed the door of my bathroom shut and rest my back against it, placing a hand over my chest as I felt the drumming sound of my heart, I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding."This bad!"*~*&nbs
"Tristan, Dad's sending for you!"I sighed dramatically, finally flickering after sharing an intense staring session with the black dot on my ceiling. I slowly got out of bed, feeling seeped and impractical as I walked out of my room, in my green stocks. I walked down the hall lazily and down the stairs to the living room, where I found my dad and stepmom waiting patiently, I stood in front of them."What?!" I grilled in boredom, wondering why the days were jogging so slow, it was like they were squirming, afflicting, and mocking me."Sit down, Tristan" Dad instructed, I rolled my eyes and sat down on the opposite couch. I instantly noticed Dr. Sean walking down the stairs but he ignored us and went straight to the kitchen. I gulped, thinking back to our last encounter yesterday, it was still fresh in my head, as much as I wanted it gone. I could still feel the roughness of his lips on my neck, the feeling of his strong
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JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW.I stretched my arms backward as the morning sun pierced through the window of my room, my eyes shut and a placid smile displayed on my lips. I shifted my body, trying to turn on my side but I perceived something hefty on my tiny waist. Insensibly I beamed wider, repositioning my body closer to whatever lying abaft me, yearning more of what it had to offer, warmth, security, and sensation, I yearned extra of it.Sluggishly, my eyes fluttered open, the first thing coming into view was the pale white ceiling of my room. Pokily, my sleepy gaze shifted down to my body to discover an arm engirdled around my front. Slowly, I turned on my side, coming face to face with the catnapping features of my treasure.The only one with the authority to make him say yes when I had already said a big no to others. I chuckled inwardly, feeling jelly inside having my lover this near after so
TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW "Have this?" I lifted my head at the voice and found a bowl stretched out to me and I accepted it with both hands and just stared at the hot soup inside. "You should drink, it's good" I nodded before bringing the bowl to my lips and gulped every content inside and handed the bowl back, wiping my lips with the shirt sleeves. "Are you okay, is there something you would need?" The thick voice inquired again and I shook my head. I didn't want anything, I wanted to say but the words forbade to abandon my lips, and then, I heard him sigh before sitting down before my line of sight and my eyes couldn't help but scan his features and realized nothing had changed over the past two years, he looked young yet matured. I averted my gaze, not wanting to stare any longer, and just fondle with my hands. "Are
"Are you hungry?"I lifted my head at the voice, found the crazy woman holding up a sandwich to my face but I averted my gaze, who knew if it was poisoned."You don't want it, suit yourself then" she shrugged and took a large bite from it before going back to her seat on the branches.My head went up as the sun burnt down on my skin. How long had it been since I was tied up, yeah,...two days. I have been held up against the trees for two days with this woman as my watch guard. With a weary sigh, my head lowered."How long am I going to stay like this, it's better if you just kill me instead," my voice came out hazardous, weak."Not yet, dear"Slowly, my head went up as I heard crunching sound of branches and footsteps and I watched as Mrs. Benita sauntered towards us with a little smile on her face, her eyes were not the brown I kn
Snap snap, snap!The sound of snapping of fingers pulled me out from my unconscious mind as my eyes opened but it was a blur in front of me. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the cloudiness but cold liquid was smashed on my face, and instantly, I jerked and shivered violently as the chilling water graced my eyes and my vision was more filled with water till a cloth was wiped over my face and my sight cleared and found a woman in front of me and my eyes widened while her pale lips smirked, her blue orbs glimmering."Hello, Jarvis's Friend" she waved cheerfully at me, and horror finally struck me to the core."How come you're here?" The words left my mouth baffled, stunned but the strong breeze that brushed my skin had me quivering again, especially from the cold water that soaked my body and that was when I saw the timbers ahead of me, the dry, green leaves of the forest and behind me was a
TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEWI released the unpleasant tie around my neck as I sauntered into the mansion. One by one, I popped the buttons on my coat and slipped them off my shoulders, and hung them over my shoulder as I headed straight for the kitchen but met my stepmom and little nuts chopping some vegetables on the counter.My stepmom smiled as soon as her eyes landed on me and I nearly flinched at how ample her smile was, it was approximately eerie and boycotted a nerve in my system. She needed to stop smiling like that "I wasn't expecting you so early today"I walked over to the fridge and helped myself with a glass of water before answering... "I finished work early""Oh, you will have to wait a few more minutes then, dinner is not ready" she announced and I nodded."Where's dad?""In his room, you should go get him" 
Tristan's Point of View«TWO YEARS LATER»“Tristan, are you going to keep ignoring me, is that it?”I finally glanced up from the files spread on the table before me, stared up at the taxing voice, and found one of my dilemmas over the past two years of my life. Miss Jessica Stones, my so-called fiancée. I scoffed at the thought.“What’s that sound for?!” She mandated and I stared at her blankly, placing my elbows on the glass table in my office which was located on the highest part of the blinding, I interlocked my hands and rested my chin on the back of my palms.“May I know the reason why you’re here, Miss Stones,” I polled.“When are you going to drop the formalities, we are getting married”
JARVIS POINT OF VIEW«ONE WEEK LATER»Seven days had passed with no sign of Levi. The police had stopped the search since there weren't any outcomes, they declared him deceased, finding nothing but his piece of clothing in the ocean.It had been two days since I discharged myself, ignoring the doctor's warning, I couldn't sit around knowing my Levi was gone, I didn't believe it, not when my heart said otherwise and here we were again, in the little village beside the ocean, where Levi's clothing was found, going around, asking whoever we saw if they had seen the man on the picture and so far, no one identified him but I didn't give up, even though I walked around with a limp. I believed Levi was still alive and I was going to find him. I didn't wish to sit around in that hospital bed and cry any further."Can we take a break?"I reele
JARVIS POINT OF VIEWI curled up my knees to my chest, disregarding the pungent pain from my thigh, rolled in a white bandage, fresh blood already drenching it, it had been only two hours since the nurse changed and it was already ruddy.Maybe because I was fretting and emphasizing it too much, dismissing the continuous warning of the doctor to keep the leg stretched, even with the red flag of disability over my head, I couldn't stop myself from toiling, fussing, fearing. I wrapped my arms around my legs, hugging them close to my chest.I could feel fear squirming through my veins, anxiety, I twitched internally. I could feel my eyes trying to flutter shut every chance they get but I struggled to keep them open, soldered to the door, waiting, anticipating it to open any time soon.It had been more than twenty-four hours already, what was taking them so long to get he