• Part Seven •

-Home Sweet Home-

Owen woke up in his own bed, a dreamless night. It was close to morning, but not yet light, his head spun still from the morphine drip. He was somehow dressed in his boxers. He did not want to know who had done it. He steps down on the cold floor with his bare feet. He held the door frame for support. He made his way to the bathroom holding onto the wall. He looked at the ceramic bathtub; he leaned down and turned on the faucet.

He stared into the mirror for a while, as the bathtub filled with warm water. He stared at his face he felt his face. He felt unnatural, he turned to stare at the bathtub. He played with the water with his finger. The warmth felt good against his skin. He placed his legs into the water and turned the water off. He stood up and removed his boxers and slipped into the bath, he closed his eyes. He became relaxed.

He began singing a soft silent song to himself. Everything washed away from him. He finally got dressed and walked out of the bath room. He was able to walk better. He looked back towards his parent's room the light was not on yet. The light barely showed outside.

He found about nine feet of links of chain in the work closet. He grabbed it and threw it into a backpack. He dragged the backpack to his room and placed it in his closet. He shifts through his clothing finding an old shirt ripping the shirt. He placed the ripped fabric into the bag.

"Owen…" He turned back to see his father standing at the door. "You seem better." Owen just nodded and kept going through his stuff. "The man who did this will go to jail. I'll see to it son."

"He'll never be caught…He was too smart…He knows what he is doing." He whimpered under his breath. His father placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Do you know what you are doing son? The pain killers make you dizzy, say things, and think things." His father knelt down beside him; he went through the papers under Owen's desk. Owen looked at his father and gulped.

"I knew what I was doing." Owen gripped his shirt that lay on the ground and threw it across the room angrily. "VIVI ruined my life!" His father grabbed Owen and threw him on the bed. He slapped him. Owen looked up at his father.

"How dare you speak as if your own best friend did this to you? He saved you!" Owen closed his eyes and the lies his friend spoke to his parents to cover up what he had done. "You shall not leave this house with these lies." He grabbed his arm and pulled him close to his face. "Do you understand?" Owen nodded; his father tossed him down again and stepped out of the room.

Owen pushed himself off the bed and wiped his mouth on his arm. He glared at the door. He began to run as fast as he could. His bare feet carried him out of his house, he ran down the steps. He looked around the sky began to change colors. He had no idea where he was going to go; he just began to run again. His feet carried him. He ran to the only place he knew, no matter what he had done.

After a while he grabbed the doorknob of Vivi's house he looked up at the window and rang the doorbell. A shirtless Vivi walked to the door. He had no clue what he was doing. As Vivi opened the door Owen grabbed his arm and forced him outside. Vivi turned and looked Owen.

"What are you doing here bitch?" Owen closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Vivi's neck he kissed it. "What is wrong with you?" Owen shook his head and whimpered.

"Master please forgive me…please do not hurt me anymore…I promise to be good." Vivi placed his hands on Owen's ass and held him against him. He lifted his head to the sky as Owen began to kiss his neck. Owen began to think, the drugs began to wear off, and his mind became very clear of what he had just done. He looked up at the oblivious man with an evil smirk.

Vivi would not see what Owen had planned for him.
That was what Owen hoped. He kept hold of his 'master'; kissing his neck.

To be continued

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A/N: This part was done completely by the second author and the next chapter will be done completely by the first.