On the way to Caleb's they decided it would be wise to pick up dinner, since none of them felt like cooking. Deciding on Chinese, since it was on the way to Caleb's. Reid and Pogue holding the containers full of food while Caleb and Tyler fought over the music.
"No, I'm driving and I want to listen to old rock." Caleb said, as Tyler pouted.
"But Caleb, I really want to listen to the alternative station." Tyler said, and you could hear the pout as Caleb finally relented.
Tyler smiled as he turned the station, Caleb hearing Reid mutter something about being whipped. The older boy rolled his eyes as he pulled into the driveway to his house. He entered the code as the gates opened. Caleb drove slowly into the driveway, stopping in front of the door.
The four Sons got out as they walked up the steps. They entered the house laughing at a joke Reid had told. Evelyn came out of the study, looking at the four boys with a raised brow.
"Do I even want to ask?" Evelyn asked, as the others shook their heads.
Caleb held out a box of food to his mother who shook her head.
"I've already eaten dear." Evelyn said, "If you'll excuse me I need to make a call. It was good seeing you boys."
"Good seeing you too Mrs. Danvers." Tyler said, as the other two boys nodded.
Caleb smirked as they walked up the stairs, watching his boyfriend's butt shamelessly, hearing Pogue and Reid snicker from behind him.
As they entered Caleb's room, Reid and Pogue put the containers of food down, sitting on the floor and setting up to play video games as Tyler sat on Caleb's bed.
Caleb walked over and sat next to Tyler, watching the boys begin to play their game. Tyler shivered when Caleb's hand ghosted up his arm. Tyler looked at Caleb who was staring at the game in interest. The brunette huffed as Caleb sneaked a glance at the other boy.
"Later love." Caleb whispered in Tyler's ear, seeing the younger boy grin.
The rest of the night was spent eating Chinese and watching movies that were coming on TV. Reid and Pogue finally decided it was time to have a competition to see who could win more games of Super Mario.
Tyler yawned as he looked at the clock, his eyes widening when he saw it was one in the morning.
Caleb looked over too as he watched Tyler kick his shoes off and lay down on one of the pillows.
"Hey Reid, Pogue, it's getting late. We can finish this up tomorrow." Caleb said, seeing the two look at him and then Tyler.
A knowing look crossed Reid's face as the blonde turned the game system and TV off before standing. He helped Pogue stand up as they walked out after saying night, and closing the door behind them.
Caleb slid out of his pants and crawled up the bed to Tyler, who looked up at him.
"Hello." Tyler said, as Caleb kissed his neck.
Tyler shifted a bit, letting out a breathy moan when Caleb's hands danced up his sides.
"You're too tired to enjoy this." Caleb said when the brunette yawned again.
Tyler shook his head, before nodding. No sense in lying about it. Caleb chuckled as he turned the light off.
Tyler relaxed as Caleb's arm wrapped around his stomach. Falling into a deep sleep.
Tyler knew he was dreaming because of one thing. In the real world, the walls aren't covered in black smoke. The brunette bit his lip as he walked down one hallway and down another.
Stopping when he saw Chase Collins in front of him. The boy looked up with a grin on his face.
"Hey there Baby Boy."
Tyler fought to roll his eyes as he walked past Chase. The older boy catching Tyler's arm, nails digging into his skin. Tyler let out a sound of pain, before yanking his arm out of Chase's grip.
"How have you been Tyler?" Chase asked.
"I was great until I saw you."
Chase put his hand over his heart, looking hurt.
"That pains me Tyler."
"Good, it was supposed to." Tyler said, rolling his eyes.
He remembered having a dream with Chase in it before. It was nine months ago, after Chase had gone missing. Dream Chase was a lot less harmful than real Chase.
"Whatever." Tyler said, turning and walking away.
Letting out a yelp when Chase grabbed his hair, forcing him into a wall.
"Let go." Tyler demanded.
"Don't think so love, you see, I'm back for revenge. And considering how you dumped my ass, I think you're the perfect candidate. The fact that you're the youngest, and the one they protect the most, are both bonuses." Chase said, turning the brunette.
Tyler glared at Chase before saying, "Okay, honestly, this is just a dream, you aren't real, and when I wake up I'm going to be eating breakfast with the boys."
Chase grinned before revealing a knife.
"Let's see how real it is then."
The older boy slashed at Tyler's arm, making the younger boy cry out in pain. He tried to jerk away from Chase, who was gripping him in a vice grip.
"Doesn't it feel real?"
Tyler glared, "Dreams can feel real, but that doesn't mean they are."
Chase smiled before Tyler screamed in agony. It felt like he was on fire from the inside out. The boy thought he'd rip his vocal chords apart from how loud he was screaming.
When Chase let off, Tyler was panting and glaring at the older boy.
"You know this isn't how you treat an ex." Tyler said mockingly.
Chase glared as Tyler felt the exact same pain but increased. He tried to grip onto something, but found nothing to grab onto. He was finding it hard to breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out. He had to think that in order to breathe.
Chase let up again, as Tyler slumped to the floor.
He officially hated dreams right now. Especially ones that featured a certain ex-boyfriend that he wanted to forget.
"Now, do you want to rethink that whole, this is only a dream."
"Sorry Chase, but it is. When I wake up, this won't be here." Tyler panted, holding up his arm.
"Think again love." Chase said, digging the knife into Tyler's other arm.
The brunette screamed in pain, trying to get away from Chase. The older boy kept yanking him back, ignoring Tyler's screams.
When he was straddling the boy, he started petting Tyler's tear streaked face.
"Just know this. I'm coming back for you." Chase said.
Tyler heard voices but they were faint. They were yelling at him to wake up. He could hear the fear in the voices.
Chase got off of Tyler, who scrambled backwards, gripping his arms. Chase smirked at him moving closer.
This wasn't a dream anymore, it'd passed that line far ago. This was a full fledged nightmare. Tyler wanted…no he needed to wake up from this hell hole of a dream his subconscious had cooked up.
Chase kneeled until he was at Tyler's height.
"This isn't a dream Tyler, how many times do I need to reiterate that?"
Tyler kicked the boy in the knee cap, enjoying the yelp that came from Chase. The older boy recovering quickly, slapping Tyler across the face.
The brunette's head snapped to the right, before a glare settled on his face. He shot up and tried to punch Chase, who caught his fist. He pushed the boy against the wall, his hand ghosting over the top of his pants. A devilish smirk worked its way onto Chase's face, as Tyler kicked at him.
"Knock it off Chase!" Tyler screamed, before feeling that fiery sensation again.
More tears leaked out of his eyes before he heard the voices more clearly.
Caleb….Caleb was yelling at him to wake up. He was trying to damnit.
When Chase pulled away from him, Tyler felt the strange sensation of being lifted off the ground.
His eyes snapped open as he shot up in bed. Seeing the boys around him, along with Mrs. Danvers looking at him in worry and fear.
When the brunette felt something sticky, he looked down.
His arms were cut open.