Chapter Two: Warren Comes Home
Warren's sneakers ran down the stairs, bringing Warren into view carrying a fast food bag. He shoved the bag into Andrew's arms. "Here, I brought you food, too."
Warren collapsed on a bean bag chair in a huff. Jonathan cleared his throat.
"Warren? I think Andrew has something to say to you." He took the bag away from Andrew and pushed him forward.
"Um," said Andrew, "Warren?"
"Yeah?" Warren stood up and tried not to glare at Andrew.
"Well, I really like you and I think we have something deeper than just friends or partners in crime, and I also think that it could become something beautiful." Andrew put on a small smile, which was all that seemed appropriate.
It was so hard to tell what Warren was thinking. He reached out pulled Andrew gently by the chin until they were only a couple of inches away. Andrew was breathing very fast as he stared up into Warren's loving eyes.
"Andrew," said Warren before he smacked Andrew very hard with his left hand. Andrew fell, but Warren brought him up with a fistful of gold hair in his right hand.
"I had one true love and I killed her. Do you think I want you reminding me of that?" Warren threw Andrew to the ground and kicked him in the stomach.
"And, if you didn't notice, I'm straight! I make female sex bots and rape girls under mind control spells." He crouched down to Andrew. "I also think you're sick."
Warren punched Andrew a couple of times before Jonathan was there trying to stop him. Warren picked Jonathan up and pinned him against a wall.
"You've been talking to him, haven't you? Telling him it will all be all right? Well, it won't, not for you, or him, unless I can have some fucking privacy. Then we'll get some cash to set up you two fuckers somewhere far away from me."
Warren dropped Jonathan then sat down at the computer. "You'd better be fucking quiet while I'm working!"
Jonathan helped Andrew up and they limped into the bathroom where Jonathan helped wash and bandage Andrew's hurt face.
There was nothing he could do for Andrew's heart.
Well, that was thoroughly nasty, but sometimes it's true. Warren was a total bastard and deserved to die. I guess you won't want anymore, but I might add a postscript.