"Why does your dad blame you for your mom's death?" Dave asked.
John shrugged while he played with a red bear, kissing its nose or cheek once in a while.
"I guess he could blame you because he doesn't want to blame himself since he didn't stop her from leaving…" Dave suggested.
John's eyes grew wide. "Davey...you're right…"
"Why did you…crack?"
"Davey, he verbally abused me all the time...He really didn't know that he was...but one day I got really upset and I just cracked. I picked up a knife one night when my dad was done with dinner...I was only eight. I waited until he was in his study then I came after him because...the voice in my head told me that daddy needed to pay for everything."
"Oh…"
"The men in white came to my house and put me in a car...They locked me up for a few days and then I was finally released because I was given medicine that blocked out the voices. I was fine for a while because my dad left me alone because he started to work more in his study. A few years later, you moved here...and...I felt like when I was around you, life seemed so easy and calm. I had to be part of your life somehow...and now I am."
Dave nodded slowly. He didn't know what to say exactly, so he wrapped his arms around the boy softly. He gave the boy a soft squeeze.
"Davey, I don't know what to do exactly...I want you, but I feel bad now for kidnapping you."
"Well...it isn't okay, but I forgive you. You just needed someone to actually love you. I get it. Well, I am that person. I love you so much." He pressed a soft kiss to John's forehead.
John smiled a little then said, "I'm going to get you something special to eat today...you deserve it...I'll just have to disguise myself really well…"
The small boy got up after pressing a soft kiss to the blond's cheek, and left the house while he talked to himself. Dave stared around the room with his ruby orbs. He shivered a little as a voice whispered in his ear, run. No...if he ran...John would chase him down!
He stood up and started to busy himself, picking up toys that John had just laid around the house. Once he finished that task, he cleaned himself up in the shower once again. He found a pair of his own clothes in one of John's rooms that he was allowed inside. However, curiosity got the best of him. He wondered what the hell was in that room that John always went into some nights after a small make out. He could tell John would become tense in his arms, then he'd run off and go into that room. He would hear screaming and crying, but John would not allow Dave inside…
Dave slowly inched towards the door at the end of the hallway. He made slow and cautious steps in case John came home, Dave could easily turn around and run to him. Once at the door, he paused and listened. No sign of John…
He turned the knob slowly and pushed it. That's when he saw...the blood and that's when the smell of rotting corpses and dead animals could be smelled. It filled his nostrils, his eyes watered, and he felt nausea building up in his stomach. However, he couldn't help but gag. There were so many dead bodies that once belonged to cute animals. They laid there- some with and without heads and/or other body parts. He trembled a little as he saw the walls; bloody handprints with shaky writing. The wall he saw said: I need Davey! I want Mommy! Help me! HELP ME!
"Daaaavey~" He heard.
Dave froze and quickly shut the door. "Daaaaavey~ Where are you~?"
The boy quickly went to John with a forced smile. "H-Hey there, babe!"
John stood there with a bag from McDonalds, a cute smile on his face. "I brought you dinner~"
"Yes...thank you…" He didn't feel hungry at all. He took the bag though, grateful to even have anything. He suddenly felt John's eyes on him. "Where were you?" he asked.
"I...was…"
He cleared his throat a little. "I was taking a shower upstairs."
John raised a brow. "Davey...I'm not stupid. Your hair isn't soaking wet. It's damp. Where. Were. You? John, doesn't like liars."
"I…"
"Where were you!?" John screamed.
"I was just upstairs! I was in our room just relaxing! I promise!" Dave protested.
John stared at him with those hard blue eyes...those scary blue eyes of his… "Alright...good boy. Good, good boy." He started to pet Dave's head with a smile on his face. "Such a good boy you are."
Dave bit his lower lip a little just as his stomach growled. He could not tell John the truth….
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