The older lady in front of Bam looked at Bam unbelievingly. "Who is he again, Ville?" She asked not taking her eyes off of him. "He's the son of the girl I dated back in America." Ville lied to his mother. "And why is he here?" She continued to question. "She got in a lot of trouble back in the States and I promised her that I'd take care of him til she gets things sorted out." Ville told her. Ville's mother narrowed her eyes at Bam, making him feeling even more umcomfortable. With another bad look Ville's mom walked away. After his mom left his father showed up. "It's nice to meet you, Bam." He smiled. Bam half smiled at him. "Come on, Bam." Ville said grabbing his wrist and pulled him upstairs. Ville's mom stepped up to his dad, "I'm not sure about this Bam, Kari." She said. "Anita, please. Leave Ville alone." Kari said leaving.
Ville pushed Bam into his old room and locked the door. "Your mom doesn't like me." Bam said sitting on the bed. "It's okay, she skepitcal of everyone at first." Ville said closing the window. "Why are we here anyway?" Bam pouted looking around at the poster covered walls. "Lauri has a lead that we can to Finland, so we had to leave to fake him out." Ville explained sitting next to Bam on the bed. "How do you know he knows where we are?" Bam asked resting his head on Ville's shoulder. "Mige, Burton and a few others are keeping tabs on him for me." Ville said rubbing Bam's leg. "I'm scared, Ville." Bam whispered tracing Ville's fingers on his knee. Ville kissed the top of Bam's head. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. You have no reason to be scared. You are safe." They rocked side to side softly. Ville hummed, soothing not just Bam, but himself. He feared of what Lauri might do to Bam the third time around. The thoughts made Ville sick to his stomach. "Ville, you okay?" Bam's voice came in with concern. "Yeah, why?" Ville answered. "You're crying." Bam told him wiping Ville's eyes. Ville shook his head and wiped his own eyes. "Sorry, I was thinking." Ville said getting up. "About what?" Bam asked.
"….."
"Boys, dinner." Kari called. "Come on let's go eat." Ville said heading out the door.
After dinner, Ville and Bam headed back upstairs. "If you want to take a shower, the bathroom is right there." Ville said pointing to a door across from the bed. "Okay." Bam nodded. Ville gave Bam a shirt that he wore when he was his age, a pair of clean boxers and blck baggy PJ bottoms. "I'd join you, but I don't know when or if my parents will pop up." Ville told Bam. "It's alright." Bam said quietly. Ville cupped Bam's cheek and looked at him. "I love you so much, Bam." He said tearing up again. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you." Bam dropped the clothes and embraced Ville. "I don't ever want to leave you, Ville. Ever!" He cried himself. "You don't have too, baby. You don't have to if you don't want too." He said hugging him tighter. "I don't want too." Bam replied.
Bam eased into the warm water of bath he made for himself. Ville fell back against the bed, sighing as he fell. "Please Ozzy, protect us." He whispered. Bam slide down into the water submerging him completely. Bubbles floated to the top as he held his breath longer and longer. The longer Bam was submerged and the longer he held his breath, he thought; What if I just stay down? What if I just drown, commit suicde? Will it go away? Will Ville be able to go back living a normal life before I came into the picture? There was only one way to find out.
Ville laid on the bed, for what felt like an eternity. Lifting his arm to his face, he looked at his watch. Bam had been in the tub for and hour, he was sure the water had gone cold by now. Getting up and going over to the bathroom door, he knocked, "Bam, you okay?" He called. He got no answer. "Bam, open the door!" He yelled. Still no answer. Panicked, Ville kicked the door it. Ville's eyes flashed to the tub and saw Bam submerged, his eyes were closed. "Bam!" He yelled pulling him out of the tub. "Oh my god, Bam what the hell were you thinking." He panicked laying him flat on the floor. "Bam, open your eyes." Ville pleaded patting Bam's cheek. Not use, Ville pressed his ear to Bam's chest. His heart was beating, he checked for breathing, none. "Shit, I wish I could remember health class." Ville freaked. After a frantic moment Ville remembered, he started CPR.
Bam started coughing up water. Ville turned him to his side so he wouldn't choke as he coughed up the liquid. He finished coughing and Ville laid him flat again. "Ville?" Bam groaned. With no reply, Ville slapped Bam hard across the face. "What the hell is wrong with you? What were you thinking?" Ville screamed at him. Bam started to cry, "I-I don't know." There was loud annoying knocking at the bedroom door. "Is everything ok in there? Why is Bam crying?" Anita yelled. "Yeah, mom. Bam just slipped, is all." Ville called back. There was an umcomfortably, pause. "Okay, good night." She replied. "Night." Ville called again. Making sure she was gone, Ville turned his attention back to Bam. "Okay, relax. Calm down." He sighed. Taking some uneven breaths, Bam was calm. "Why did you do that?" Ville asked. "I don't know. At first it was just to do it. Then I started asking myself questions and I just I blacked out from being under too long." Bam told him. Ville sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. "You scared the fucking shit out of me, Bam." Ville said, taking calming breaths to ease the tightness in his chest. "I'm sorry." Bam mumbled dropping his head. Ville shook his head. "Let's just go to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow." "Okay."