Chapter 8
Noah woke up with a huge headache, as if his head was on fire. He tried to open his eyes, but groaned as a strong light hit them. He waited until his eyes grew accustomed to the bright light, then proceeded to open them.
He could clearly see he was in a hospital. The bright light, the white walls, a window on the wall on his left and a curtain on his right, right next to the mattress he was lying on. Beeping could be heard from a machine on his left.
He was confused. What had happened? Why was he in the hospital? And why did his shoulder hurt so much? His eyes widened as flashes of what happened flashed in front of him: his abrupt wake up call, a tied up Tyler, the empty room, the chase, seeing Cody cry, being shot on the shoulder, and finally, Alejandro throwing Cody in the car while the small boy screamed, then the car speeding away. He sat up quickly, ignoring the almost unbearable pain in his shoulder.
"Cody!" he yelled.
His screaming immediately alerted the doctors at the hospital. They all came in the room, asking questions like "Como se sente?"(1) or "Dói-lhe alguma coisa?"(2). But he didn't even try to understand what they were asking. Instead, he himself started asking one thing and one thing only. "Where's Cody?"
The doctors asked him the same questions and even more, but the answer was always the same. "Where is Cody? Where is he? Where is Cody?"
This, of course, eventually made them give up and opt by calling Chris McClean.
Only a few minutes passed until not only Chris, but the entire crew came in the room. LeShawna was the first one to greet him.
"How ya doin', turkey?" she asked with a smile.
But Noah didn't smile back. He just stared her straight in the eye, and asked exactly the same question he had asked the doctors. "Where's Cody?"
Everyone grew pale and looked at each other hesitantly. Apparently no one wanted to tell him of Cody's whereabouts.
"Answer me!" The tanned boy yelled, startling them. Gwen was the one who finally answered him.
"He's not here, Noah… Alejandro took him away…" she said. Her answer was a confirmation of Noah's fears. It wasn't a nightmare. Cody had really been taken away. "He took him into the plane…" she continued, watching as Noah stood up from his mattress and went over to the window. "They lifted off last night, along with the million dollars… We don't know where they're going… or if Cody's okay."
Gwen stopped talking when she heard a sob.
Noah had his back turned to them, looking out the window and watching as rain poured heavily over the city of Portimão. The hospital was placed far enough from the city so the patients wouldn't have to be bothered by the noise, and from Noah's window, he could see the entire city.
The dark clouds over it turned it all grey, unlike the bright colors it used to have when they arrived. The heavy rain could be heard against the window.
It was a sad sight that went along this sad moment.
Tears ran down Noah's cheeks, and another sob was heard. He didn't usually cry. In fact, it was very rare of him to cry out of something other than physical pain. But that day he was feeling a much worse pain, the worst he had ever felt.
The pain inside his heart. The pain of not knowing if Cody, the person he cared about the most, was okay. And more importantly, the pain of guilt, of knowing that had he been more careful, he would have been able to stop this tragedy. "No… Not my Cody…"
He felt two hands on his shoulders, and peeked through the corner of his eye to see Bridgette.
"We'll find them, Noah. I'm sure Ana and her crew will help us get Cody back." she said.
But Noah didn't believe a single word. He looked out the window once again. 'Cody…' he thought to himself. 'I'm sorry…'
Alejandro watched as they flew over the clouds. It was the beautiful sight of a fluffy white blanket with no end. I was a sight that would make anyone feel good.
But that was not how he was feeling. Because deep inside, he knew that what he was doing was wrong.
He had taken Cody away against his will and locked him in a room. He had pointed a weapon at him and forced him to come with him, using the boy's fear to his advantage. Were he caught, all these facts would send him to jail for a long time, and he was aware of that. And if he was sent to jail, he would never see Cody again.
So the solution was simple: he couldn't be caught.
"Auto-pilot activated." He heard the mechanical voice announce when he hit a specific button.
"Finally…" he sighed. It had taken him a while, but he knew that Chris and Chef had to have an auto-pilot. How else would they be able to be in every elimination without driving the plane? It would be impossible.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. What Chris and Chef did was not important. What mattered at the moment was that he had finally managed to turn the auto-pilot on, and now he could spend most of his time with his beloved Cody.
He stood up and calmly walked out of the cockpit, passing by first class and heading to the room the other teen was locked in.
The whole plane was silent. Dead silent. Everybody was left behind, save for him and the small brunette he had kidnapped. He did, however, hear sounds coming from Chris's room, and after a while he managed to identify them.
Crying.
Cody was still crying in there, and hearing his sobs made Alejandro feel his heart shatter. It was his fault that Cody was crying, and he knew it. But he also knew that backing away wouldn't turn out good for him. He would just have to forget about the past and think of the future. And he had lots of plans for the future.
He took a key out of his pocket and inserted it in the door's keyhole. It fit perfectly, and with a twist of it, the door was unlocked, ready to give way for him. He entered the room and locked the door again.
He found Cody sitting on Chris's bed, crying loudly. Apparently the boy was thinking about something, for he hadn't yet noticed Alejandro's presence.
The tanned boy slowly approached the bed. It hurt him to see his beloved like this, so sad and miserable, and he just wished to comfort him, to make him happier. He sat on the bed, next to the geek, and that was when Cody finally lifted his head and looked his kidnapper straight in the eye. He found himself staring at teal colored irises, and he felt himself drown in sorrow as he could see they held nothing but sadness and fear. Fear of him. More fat tears ran down Cody's cheeks.
"S-shouldn't you… be steering t-the p-plane?" the boy asked.
"Do not worry, chico guapo. I managed to turn on the auto-pilot. Now I can spend my whole time here with you." Alejandro, placing a strong hand on Cody's thigh, rubbing it gently, hoping it would make the other boy calm down. Unfortunately, it only made him feel even more uncomfortable. When Cody tried to pry his hand away, Alejandro knew it had been the wrong way to approach him, yet he wouldn't give up. He decided to try another tactic. He held the boy's pale hand and lifted it so that tanned lips would kiss it's back. He felt the boy shiver, but ignored it.
"Don't feel bad, my little flower." His Mexican accent echoed in the room as he kept on trying to soothe the boy. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We are absolutely perfect for each other." He placed his lips on Cody's hand again. "I can give you all the pleasure in the world."
When he said 'pleasure', he actually meant the pleasures of rich food, a luxurious house, a life with no concerns or worries. A perfect life.
However, Cody understood it differently. In his mind, the synonym for 'pleasure' was 'sex'. His tearful teal colored eyes widened, and he took his hand away from the other boy. Then he stood up quickly, facing the taller male and backing away, slowly approaching the door.
Alejandro didn't move, realizing that he should have used better words to express what he meant. He sent Cody a smile, hoping that it would make him see there were no evil intents on his mind, yet noticing that he was failing badly, for Cody only got further away from him. His smile widened even more, faking the sorrow behind tanned lips, when the tech geek reached the door and desperately tried to open it, only to find out it was locked.
"There's no point in trying to escape, Cody." He said, standing up and approaching the brunette once more. Said brunette had resumed his crying, his head down in defeat.
"Please… let me… let me go…" The boy begged between loud sobs. But Alejandro just crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry, Cody, but I have been through too much trouble to get you. I cannot let you go."
Cody turned around, more and more tears rolling down his already tear stained face.
"P-please… I beg you…"
The taller boy shook his head slowly.
"No. I won't ever let you go."
Cody's expression was one of desperation. "Why? Why did you kidnap me? Can't you see I'm not happy with this? Just take me back to Noah!" he yelled.
The Mexican boy grabbed the short geek by the upper arms and pressed him against the door.
"There is no way I am returning you to him. You deserve much better. I can give you everything, Cody. Great food, a huge house, a job of your choice, money, happiness… I can give you all that, Cody!" Alejandro replied, finally letting out what he truly meant by 'pleasures'.
"I don't want any of that, Al! I don't care if I end up eating lousy food, with a small house and poor! All I want is Noah! I want to be with Noah!" Cody continued.
"Well tough luck, because I am not taking you back to him! Do you imagine the trouble I've been through to separate you two? I'm not letting it all in vain!" Alejandro yelled without thinking, only realizing what he said after he said it.
Cody stared at him in disbelief. "S-Separate us? You mean… you had it all planed? You broke us up on purpose?" he asked, only to receive a guilty look from the other, and finally realized something. "Oh my gosh… Noah was right… You were sniffing my clothes! And he was protecting me and I turned my back to him, thinking you were a good guy! How could you?" The small brunette yelled at the other again.
"Because I couldn't stand it, Cody! He doesn't deserve you. I couldn't just stand there with my arms crossed while I watched you dating such an annoying prick like Noah!"
"You son of a bitch! You're taking me away from my boyfriend because of your jealousy!" Cody threw himself at the taller boy, trying to hit him, enraged tears falling from his eyes. "You're tearing my happiness away just to follow your selfish needs! Noah was right! You're nothing but a slippery eel, dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil! I hate you! I hate you!" the small geek continued yelling, hitting Alejandro's chest with his small fists, while tears poured from his eyes to the floor. The rage he was feeling was huge.
But then Alejandro lost it. Cody could only gasp as the tanned teen delivered a hard slap to his left cheek, then another to his right, the second hit throwing the boy at the floor. The small geek looked up at the other in pure fear, realizing that he had been playing with fire.
Alejandro glared down at Cody, his eyes holding something that make the gap-toothed boy's fear rise. Evil, wrath… and lust. Great lust. The small geek shivered. That look scared him to no end. What plans were hidden behind that look?
The Mexican grabbed him roughly by the arms, hurting him, and threw him onto Chris's bed. Then he forced Cody's legs apart, placing his own hips between them, their crotches pressed against each other, and took hold of the boy's thin wrists with his large, strong hands. Cody whimpered. He wasn't comfortable in such a compromising position. If the bigger male wanted to have his way with him, he wouldn't be able to defend himself.
"Listen here, Cody. I'm tired of this game." Alejandro's voice went from relaxed and lovely to calm, yet very much threatening. It all frightened Cody even more. "I took you away for a reason besides not liking Noah. I brought you with me because I want you, and like it or not, you'll be giving me what I want, even if I have to tie you up and make you bleed between your legs. From the moment you and Noah fell in my trap, you belonged to me, and you still do. Now, to make you officially mine, I must claim your body, and you better get in your head that sooner or later, I will have you. And all you can do is lie there silently and take it. I plan to make love to you, and that is exactly what will happen!" he yelled.
At this time Cody was once again sobbing loudly, tears pouring out of his eyes and wetting the silky sheets beneath him as he stared up at his assaulter.
"Of course, now is not the time. You still carry his smell, and I can't stand making love to you with the scent of another man. But don't worry, soon it will fade, and when that happens, you'll find yourself beneath me with those beautiful legs spread apart." Alejandro was no longer thinking before speaking. He had lost all his patience, and if Cody didn't want to do it the easy way, then he had no choice but to do it the hard way.
Alejandro's words hurt like knives. Cody cried even louder as every word reached him: want you… belong to me… make love to you… legs spread apart. Every word hurt more than the last. They made him feel like a slut, a filthy whore who preferred to trust someone he didn't know rather than his boyfriend. More tears ran down his cheeks.
"I see you're letting it all sink in. Better hurry with that, because soon I'll do more than just say it." The tanned boy said with a stern expression before slowly getting off of the smaller boy, leaving the room and lock it up once again.
Cody sat slowly, staring at the door for a moment, and then entered another crying fit, the strongest one he had ever had. He was scared. Very scared. Images of Alejandro on top of him, ravaging his delicate body, pounding between his legs, as blood and semen poured onto the sheets, ran through his mind. It was a sickening image. He could feel his stomach churn with disgust, and the only reason he wasn't throwing up was because he had nothing to throw up. He hadn't eaten since he had been taken away, so now there he was, alone, hungry, and scared beyond his mind, not wanting to think what awaited him in the future.
He stood up from the bed and went over to his bag. He dug his hand in it and soon took an object out. It was a frame with a picture of him and Noah together, in Playa Del Losers. A teardrop fells on the glass, over the picture, and he brought the frame close to his chest, crying loudly.
"N-Noah… I need you… I need you…"
Translation Key:
(1) "How do you feel?"
(2) "Does anything hurt?"
