It's gonna stay in Kellin's point of view for a while until I can figure out what I can do and think for Austin. Partly also the reason it takes me forever to update this one particular story.
Well, this story should have longer and better chapters once I get my own laptop. c: So enjoy chapter 4.
I watched as time passed aimlessly. I tried so hard to distract myself from the pleas coming from behind the door I was by. I knew what was coming. It was Friday, and every Friday, 2 hours before waking time, I'd be sitting in the room I'm about to go in, doing the same thing as the boy before me is doing now.
Pleading, crying for Headmaster Bokan to stop. But no, his relentless nature said otherwise. His masochistic stature he held behind closed doors, was shocking as well, for it was something you never really saw when he was talking to the other Headmasters.
I looked at the time on my watch. 4:59. I had left around 4:50, since the Punishment Hall was only a few floors down. I got there just in time to hear an ear-shattering scream. It came from the door where I usually had my corrupted "sessions" with Beau before being sent out back to my room an hour later.
Everything he was witnessing, I witnessed every Friday, every year I was here. It was nothing new to me. But I received more pain than pleasure in this worthless relationship. The door beside me opened and out popped Matt Nichols. He looked at me, crying eyes, and I couldn't do a thing, not a single thing except for take my notepad out and write, "I know, it hurts. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
It was sad how those same crying, pleading eyes ended up on me. I ended up just like him after what was about to happen next. And before I knew, I was snatched into the room, a rough hand, grabbing me by my hair. Chapped lips pressed themselves against mine, and I kissed back, unwillingly, knowing what would happen if I didn't.
The room was dark, and the only thing illuminating the room, was the small window on the other side of the room, letting in only a small amount of very early morning light. The hands grabbed me again, slipping under my ripped t-shirt. But these hands felt different. They weren't Bokan's soft, slightly scarred hands. No, these one's were calloused, rougher than his, touching all over my body.
You're not Beau.. I thought, while getting a forced hard-on.
"You're beautiful, why did Beau throw you away like this darling?" I knew that accent from anywhere. Headmaster Worsnop.
Headmaster Worsnop!? Why is he here!? My hands flew to push him away, but his strong grip kept me buried in his chest. I managed to get away, crawling to the darkest corner of the room. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. I'd come for my usual useless fucking from Beau, and it'd be over in a few minutes. No longer than 20. But Headmaster Worsnop was different and I knew it for a fact.
I'd seen the punishments he gave out and they sure as hell weren't a walk in the fucking park. I watched as he came closer, his hand extended towards me in something I hardly ever saw in him. Love.
I knew it. I fucking knew it. Headmaster Worsnop was hopelessly in love with me. I had seen it in his eyes from the first encounter with him, but he knew for a goddamn fact, I didn't feel the same. And now I'm locked in a room with him, us not seeing eye to eye on the situation.
I didn't want this to happen, no not at all. But here it was happening. He continued kissing my neck, and his hand slid down my pants. I knew what was coming next, even though I didn't want it to happen. But I'll stick it out, I'll make it through. For Austin. That's all I had to tell myself. It was for Austin, it was for Austin.
5 minutes later, I was a shameful heap of moans and groans. I didn't want to enjoy the feeling of his hand touching me. I didn't want to orgasm for him. But his hand was so gentle, so loving, it was hard not to want it. It felt nice to be wanted for once, not that Austin didn't supply what I wanted, but could you even call Austin and I a "thing"? Maybe if you were stupid enough and just assumed any bullshit told or seen, but maybe not if you really didn't care. Of course I cared about Austin, but Headmaster Worsnop was taking me to a place of euphoria.
I pushed the nonsensical thoughts out of my head and snapped back to reality. Austin is the one for me, Austin is the one. As Headmaster's hand moved up and down my shaft, I bit my lip attempting to not give the man the satisfaction he wanted oh so desperately from me.
A few minutes later and I was on my back, eyes shut tight as he thrusted into me, his pace maddening by the second. I had my eyes rolled back in pleasure shamelessly, not caring anymore. But once he was done, the guilt came back twice as much, weighing my heart down.
He kissed my lips lightly, moving a few strands out of my face.
"My blue eyed bell.." He said just above a whisper. He slowly lead me to the door, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. As I opened the door, he licked and nipped at my neck, leaving a hickey. I shivered as the door closed behind me. I took a look at my watch again, staring long and hard at the time. 7:00 am. What? I stared dumbfounded, wondering if I was crazy, my watch was broken, or both. Well, this is an insane asylum. So I guess the crazy part, I can't compete with.
I began the ascend back to my floor, watching as some younger and some older boys began to exit their rooms, rubbing their eyes lightly. I saw Matt Nichols, trembling as he descended the stairs. I ran over hugging him, with pleading eyes. He knew what it meant when I have him those eyes. It'll be alright, we'll be out of here soon enough. He smiled, nodding slightly before descending back down the stairs.
Striding down the hall, I looked up slightly at the light bringing itself in through the windows. Hearing the familiar guitar being played down the hall, I immediately knew who was. My best bud and right hand man, Jesse Lawson. I began to jog down the hall, turning each familiar corner, and into the hall I hated so much, but knew so well. I turned into Jesse's room, seeing him and the five other boys he shared room with. They all looked up, smiling in return. I waved slightly, all of them waving back. Jesse came up to me, a kool-aid smile playing his lips.
"Guess what today is?" He smiled wider. I slowly raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he had meant. I shrugged, confusion striking my face. He chuckled, shoulders jolting as he did. He turned looking at the other boys, his smile reaching Cheshire level.
"WHAT DAY IS IT?!" Oh God no. Please no.
Sadly, my prayers we're not answer. Jesse was in the hallway, screeching that line down the corridor. And in unison, boys all down the hallway, came out of their rooms to scream back that one line that I've been pushed to hate.
"HUMP DAY!"
Shit. As Christofer says all the time, 'this shit gets old'. I rolled my eyes, letting a small smile cross my face. At least I know Jesse's okay. He's smiling, being the same old obnoxious fucker he is. I turned around ready to leave until I was met with a familiar pair of baby brown eyes.
"Kellin baby," was his morning greeter. He pulled me into a tight hug, leaving kisses all over my face. "I missed you." Was his second sentence to me that day. I shook my head, taking out my note pad.
I wasn't gone for long though.
"To me you were." Another kiss. The day is already made when I'm with Austin. I have nothing to worry about when I'm with him. I don't worry about a single thing, not any of the head masters, not the people around me, my hickey...
Wait, my hickey! The one headmaster Worsnop gave me. Oh no. I can't let Austin see that! I quickly backed away, hands shaking. He saw the terrified look in my eyes, coming closer. I backed away, jumping this time. At all costs I couldn't let Austin see this.
"You look terrified, what's up?!" His eyes turned into concerned orbs. I shook my head wildly, attempting to put my best fake smile on. He came closer and I had no choice but to run. So I did.
Jumping staircases, and multiple steps, I somehow made it to the mess hall. I took a few breathers, placing myself down on one of the tables.
And that's when it happened. The Sparks, the bright lights, the flames and then the bloody body.
My eyes began to water once I woke up. The force from the explosion knocked me out as well. Tears streaked my face, though no sound came out. I saw the body from afar, lying motionless on the floor. I saw the kitchen blown to bits, and all of the headmasters gathered around attempting to calm us all down. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me.
"Kellin baby, I'm so glad you're okay. You wouldn't believe how scared I was when I thought that body over there was you. I nearly cried." And from what I could hear in his voice, he nearly did cry. I hugged him back tightly, wiping my eyes with his dirty shirt. I snapped around quickly once I heard a familiar strong voice, begin to cry. Not tears of joy, tears of pain.
That was Josh Franceschi. And he only cried that when shit got serious. We ran over quickly, right to Joshua's side.
He was crying, and we finally figured out why.
There laid his lover, Oliver Sykes. Bloody, and no pulse.
"He's dead."