"Anthony, there's something on my arm. Get it off! Please, it's crawling!" Ian cried, squirming violently against Anthony's side. "Hold still, I'll get it off, okay?" Anthony soothed, feeling his way over the top of Ian's shoulders in an attempt to calm the distressed man.

He felt around until his fingers suddenly ran over top of a small, hard-shelled, disk. It momentarily drew him into a panic when the disk began to move, but this feeling instantly subsided as he realized that the creature was nothing more then a beetle. Anthony then placed the insect in between his fingers and off of Ian's arm.

"It's alright, it was only a beetle." Anthony assured him, rubbing his free-hand over the side of his shoulder. He heard Ian let out a puff of breath and slink down in relief, but saying nothing as he did so. Knowing Ian, it was probably out of embarrassment. So, Anthony decided to leave him be for the moment, before suddenly remembering the squirming beetle still wriggling in between his finger.

He felt the hard-shell with his fingers, running them over the smooth back and onto the underside, that was the creature's belly.

While examining the insect, though, a feeling began to overcome him. A certain urge, and the aching within his stomach only sharpened the desire to eat the little creature in his hand. They would never be certain of how long they had been trapped in there, they suspected that it must have been at least over a day or two. But, then again, they had no way of telling, they could have been there for a mere twenty minutes and they wouldn't have a damn clue.

All that Anthony knew now though, was that he was hungry, and there was food in his hand...but, what about Ian. Anthony knew that he was hungry too. He couldn't dare to bring himself to eat while Ian was still left with nothing. No, he couldn't eat until Ian had as well, and he sure as Hell wouldn't eat a beetle.

Anthony sighed in defeat and set the tiny insect onto the ground, feeling the air brush against his fingertips as it left the embrace of his hand.

"Anthony..." Ian mumbled, the strong feeling of fear showing in his voice, but it was always there now, so he had grown accustomed to it, but that still didn't mean he was comfortable with it, it was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes when he said it.

"...Am I going to die here?" He finished, his voice barely raising over a whisper, it would have barely been audible if it wasn't always so deafeningly quiet there.

Anthony was suddenly overwhelmed with the icy feeling of shock, his chest freezing and his whole body tensing as he briefly held his breath.

"No, no you won't. I won't let it happen." Anthony babbled, more to assure himself then to comfort Ian, but it seemed to have been enough for him, because he suddenly mumbled, "Promise?"

Anthony instantly nodded his head, breathing, "Yes, I promise," back in reply. Suddenly tugging Ian closer to his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around his frame and burying his face into his soft hair. His ragged breath causing the stray strands to dance around the tip of his nose.

"I promise."

Anthony was scrunched up into the corners of the couch, lazily watching the T.V. through squinted eyes, as he waited for Ian to return from work just as he had an hour before.

He wasn't really paying any mind to the T.V. It was only a subtle buzz that remained in the background. He was too busy going over the fight with his father in his head. Grief laying in a heavy blanket over his chest.

Then, a sudden sharp ringing interrupted these thoughts, cutting through then like a blade, and bringing him back to reality. His cellphone was ringing against the side of his leg.

Anthony was far too tired to look at the caller I.D. so he automatically answered, bringing the phone to his ear and giving off a dull, "Hello?"

There was a sudden moment of silence before a grumbling voice then replied through the line.

"Hey son," it mumbled.

Anthony instantly sat up, his hands suddenly beginning to shake in a panic.

"Dad?"

He heard a slow sigh on the other line, before hearing hid father answer.

"Hey, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was being a little harsh on you, I was just in a bit of a shock and I couldn't think straight. I guess I just needed time to think and..."

Anthony then interrupted with a relieved, " Dad, It's alright I-."

"No, let me finish." His father barked.

"I'm sure you'll get over this soon. This is all just a faze, you see. You just don't know it. You'll soon realize your mistake and back out, I see it. It's all in your mind, boy. It was be corrected all in time."

Anthony felt his heart sink at these words, but his mind was strong as ever. If his father couldn't except him as he was, then he wasn't any father of his.

"Dad..." He said firmly, his voice unwavering and hollow.

"Me and Ian are engaged. I proposed to him the day before our fight."

There was an expected pause, before the clear beeping erupted from his phone, as a signal that his father had hung up on him.

Author's Note:

Hey, I'm sorry this chapter was a little short for me but, I would still enjoy hearing what you guys think about, so please comment, or vote or whatever because I love them and inspires me to write better.

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