Knock! Knock!
My head jerked up from the quick knocks from my door. I peered at it with sudden corpulence in my chest and my head, I diverted the cover from my body and went over, swiveling it open. "What?!" I snarled but immediately regretted it with a gulp as I saw who it was. I suddenly felt cognizant of how I looked at the moment, especially when his eyes stared at me from head to toe, scanning every part of me. My hair was a hodgepodge, my clothes were rumpled, wet with sweat and tears and my face was crimson, plus swallowed.
"You were crying" he claimed blankly and I rolled my eyes, a scoff leaving my lips.
"No, shit sherlock!" I sassed but received a vacant expression as usual as he stepped into my room without a proper invitation. I stepped back, the space suddenly feeling too insignificant for the two of us. I feel agitated.
"What do you want, Dr. Sean?" My forbearance ran thin. I was
Knock! Knock! Knock!"Go away!" I groaned, shifting closer to that warmth beside me, sighing in content but the annoying knock came again and I groaned again, opening my mouth to chase it away but a hand suddenly clapped over my mouth, shutting me up while my eyes flew open and widened when I stared into a pair of dark grey orbs. My brows narrowed in confusion, letting out a struggling sound from my throat but he brought a finger to his lips, silencing me"Am coming in!"My eyes instantly broadened but he reacted faster, burying me into the blankets while the door opened and I saw Dean walk in a pair of shorts and a shirt, his long legs bare for the eyes to feed. I tried my best to stay still and not curse on the boy."Sorry to have disturbed you"I rolled my eyes at how shy his voice sounded, almost low and seductively."Is there a problem?"&nb
«JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW »"Brother, Brother!" A high pitched voice of a nine years old boy echoed around the house as his tiny legs ran into the house with full urgency, ignoring his parents that came his way, reaching for the stairs as he called his brother, he was about to run up the stairs when a thirteen years old boy came running down hastily and a affrighted expression on his face."Jarvis, what's wrong, are you alright?" He scrambled down the stairs, instantly reaching his little brother.The younger instantly held up his hand, the older's eyes landing on the little cut on his thumb, slightly bleeding. The older gasped and his eyes widened, grabbing the younger's wrist and pulling him to the kitchen, washing the blood off on the sink. "Does it hurt?" He asked, glancing up at the younger, who didn't take his eyes away from his face for a second, staring at him with those genuine, righteous grey orbs, co
«JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW»"So, tell us about yourself honey"I watched my mother smile lovingly at Levi's girlfriend. I scoffed, shoving a piece of meat into my mouth."I graduated from the University of..."And I mute out the rest, not interested in anything about her while shoving more meat into my mouth, ignoring the eyes that bored a hole through my face. I choked, coughing as I slightly hit my chest, I stretched my hand out to grab a glass of water but a glass was already brought to my lips. I met Levi's brown orbs and accepted the water and gulped it down my throat."You eat like someone who hasn't had a meal for days" He commented and I huffed, placing the glass down."It's like you care" I mumbled, groaning silently in annoyance at the sound of my parents laughing about what Levi's girlfriend had said, I didn't care to know he
»TRISTAN POINT OF VIEW»"Tristan, I want you to meet Jessica Stones. The one we told you before" my stepmother introduced a girl with a brilliant smile on her face."Hi!" The said girl waved before extending her hand out for a handshake which I stared at blankly.I stared at her long nails and fingers, up her slim hand to her face, which was round like a ball, her eyebrows were narrowed and cut, her eyelashes were short, her cheek was pumpy and her neck was long while her dyed white hair fell neatly on her shoulders while half of it was tied up. I took in her figure, my eyes trailing down to her chest, which was kinda flat but her hips were curved and she had long and clean legs. I would have loved to have her beneath me, moaning and screaming my name but I wasn't interested, not when my hidden fantasy was just a couch away from me, pressing the keys of his laptop with care in the world, so engr
Instead of salivating at the sight, my mouth was bitter. The dining table was filled with different types of foods, it was Canadian tradition, my mouth watered at the sight of bannock, butter tarts, poutine, and peameal bacon, my stepmother had outdone herself at this one, obviously trying to ingrain her guest.I eyed those beavertails but I couldn't bring myself to try it out, all the laughter going around the table was steering me wackos, freaking annoying, why were they happy when I was gloomy."Try this, Dr. Sean!"I watched as Dean filled Sean's plate with beavertails and poutine together, I felt my anger being spiked by the scene, especially when Sean took a bite and nodded his head in approval, I watched in annoyance as Dean chuckled like the love-struck puppy that he was."So, what do you think of my son, Tristan?" Dad asked, knocking me out from wandering senses.Jessica
I tossed and turned, being unable to shut my eyes and sleep like every normal person. I groaned loudly in frustration, throwing my legs and hands, I turned on my side, grabbing my cellphone on the table, I switched it off, finding out the time was 11 pm and it was freaking crawling!I sighed feeling infuriated and demoralized. Why couldn't I freaking sleep?! Oh! I knew why!It was because of that doctor a few rooms away from me, giving me sleepless nights unknowingly, for two freaking days!I found myself carving for his warmth, that sensation I felt when his arms were wrapped securely around me. It was the first time I found that much peace and I wanted it again!Groaning for the nth time, I kicked off the blankets from my body and got off the bed...I walked out of the room, entering the quiet and lonesome hall, tiptoeing and keeping my steps light, I headed towards the guest r
«JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW»"Can I have another glass, thank you!" I hiccupped, extending the wine glass over to the bartender, he gave a rare look and accepted the glass."Are you here with someone, kid? This is a club" he asked, probably wondering what a young guy like me was doing at the club, drinking all independently, liquoring up in loneliness, and wanting to wash that solitary away. But he gave me another glass of wine anyway, after all, he was only doing his job. I lifted it to my lips and took a sip, loving the feeling that simmered down my throat.The club was hectic, the music was loud and almost ear slipping, the smell of alcohol was in the air, the disgusting scent of vomit and sweat, the screams of people enjoying and having a good time, unlike me. I scoffed, sipping my intoxicant.They weren't like me, they were normal, none of them were in love with their brothers.&n
Knock knock!I silently knocked on the door, peering from every niche to make sure no one was coming while I tapped my foot on the footing precipitously. Why was he taking so long to unlock the damn door?I thumped again when I got no riposte, frowning as I thought of what he was doing in there. I turned my head to both sides, peeking over the corner as I swore I heard footsteps.I knocked again and the door opened at my third attempt. I rapidly went in, shoving him back as I immediately shut the door behind me, sough in solace.I averted my gaze to him, noticing him wearing his usual white jogger and a white sweatshirt."Hay algo mal?"He spoke in Spanish, I shook my head not quite understanding what he was saying, I was a freaking Canadian! "Why were you taking so much time to open the door, I would have thought you were doing something behind my back" I hu
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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