Jeremy pov:
Steve left the moment I confessed to him. My confession took him aback, which is not surprising. Did he expect me to pine for him while he didn't reciprocate my feelings?
A nurse barged in to replace my saline bottle and gave me a friendly smile.
"Your parents have been informed and they'll be here soon," she said
I simply nodded, not in the mood to converse.
I felt weak, not because of any physical exertion, but because I was mentally exhausted. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
...
Whispers surrounded me as I slowly opened my eyes, and there they were, my parents. My heart fluttered at the sight of them, for it had been a year and a half since we had last met.
"Mom?" I whispered, my voice hoarse.
"My son, how are you feeling? Are you in pain?" She hugged me tightly.
"I'm fine, Mom. It was a major accident." I replied.
But then, my father spoke up, "How can you be so careless? What if this news gets out? Have you no thought of our reputation?" His tone was laced with irritation.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father was more concerned about his reputation than my well-being? I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief.
"He's been in an accident, honey. Can't you ask him nicely for once?" My mother's words were a balm to my hurt.
"Why should I?" my father shot back. "Have he won anything?"
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Can you please leave? I don't want to deal with you right now. I'm tired."
"Respect your dad," my mother chided.
"Respect?" I scoffed. "We haven't seen each other in a year and this is how you behave? Why did you even bother coming? You should have just sent some money like you always do."
"We came because the news had already spread, and that stupid video of yours is trending now. I don't know how to show my face in public, but your accident has saved us. The public is showing sympathy towards you, but you need to behave decently. You need to date a good girl. Why are you even going to school?" My father's words were like a knife to my heart.
"All you care about is your reputation! Did you even ask about how I was feeling?" I cried out in frustration, unable to keep it in any longer.
"Why are you shouting at your father? It was your mistake. I was ashamed when everyone asked if my son was homosexual," my mom said.
"I won't apologize for who I am, Mom," I replied calmly.
"Just listen to us and go to therapy," my mom pleaded.
"I don't need therapy. I am not sick. I am attracted to boys, that's it," I reiterated.
"Don't behave like a kid. We will arrange a blind date, go to save our respect," my mom insisted.
"I won't go on a blind date," I stated firmly.
"You have to or else..." my mom began, but a voice cut her off.
"Mrs. Bernard, you are disturbing him," the voice said.
It was Oliver, saving me from my parents.
"Oliver, how are you?" My mother changed her expression as she saw Oliver.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Bernard. But I think you should leave. You are making Jeremy uncomfortable," he said.
"He is our son, Oliver. We know what to do," my father said.
"It's so shocking to see that you care about your son, Mr. Bernard," he said.
"Mind your tongue," my father warned him.
"You should leave, Dad. I don't want you here. You said what you had to say. Thank you so much for your care," I said assertively.
They didn't speak another word. My father walked away angrily, and my mother looked at me with disgust before following my dad.
Oliver's eyes were filled with concern as he approached me. My heart leapt with joy as I embraced him tightly, feeling his comforting arms around me. It had only been a day since I last saw him, but it felt like a lifetime. He was my rock, my support system, and my confidant. My life turned upside down and inside out without him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"I'm good, just a minor accident," I replied with a small smile.
"You should have been more careful," he chided, worry still etched on his face.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Don't nag me now, Ollie. I'm exhausted."
"Okay, but you know you don't have to tell me who that guy was. You can tell me if you want," he offered, his voice softening.
"I will... when the time comes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you still want to be my friend even though I am gay?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course, you goofball! Don't be ridiculous," he replied, rolling his eyes.
I was relieved to hear that, but then he added, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you, too."
"What is it?" I asked, feeling a bit apprehensive.
"I'm gay," he said, looking down at his shoes.
Despite my surprise, it had no impact on me. He was still my friend, and that was all that mattered.
"Hey, I don't care about that. You're my friend and I accept you for who you are," I said, putting a reassuring arm around his shoulder.
He smiled, relieved. "Thanks, man. I was worried you'd judge me or something."
"Never. Friends stick together no matter what," I said, grinning.
We both laughed, feeling better after our heart-to-heart conversation. Then I had an idea.
"Hey, if we're both still single when we're 30, let's get married!" I joked.
He shook his head. "No way. I don't want to fuck my friend."
I chuckled. "I was just kidding. But seriously, let's always be there for each other, no matter what."
"Deal," he said, grinning.
I felt grateful for his friendship. He had always been there for me, even when I was going through a tough time with his brother. I knew I could count on him, and that meant everything to me.
Oliver pov:
I stepped out to fetch some food for Jeremy. As I walked towards the nearby restaurant, my mind kept wandering back to the video, where I saw my brother and Jeremy making out.
It was an intense mix of anger, frustration, and sadness. I wanted Jeremy to confess about it, but he kept it hidden from me. It was disheartening to see how my brother could betray me like that, and even more so to see Jeremy protecting him.
I felt like my world was falling apart, and it was all because of my big brother. But one thing was clear: I wasn't going to let him take Jeremy away from me. Jeremy was mine, and I had loved him since we were kids. The moment I saw his adorable face for the first time, I knew he was the one for me. And I wasn't going to let anyone come in between us.
"I'll end you, big brother. Jeremy is mine, and nobody can take him away from me. Anyone who tries to come between us won't be alive."
Jeremy pov: It's been a whole week since the accident, and I finally got discharged yesterday. Luckily, it wasn't a major accident, so I didn't suffer any serious wounds.I knew Steve and his gang would be waiting for me, ready to make fun of me again. It wasn't the physical pain that hurt the most, but the constant taunting and bullying that had become a part of my daily routine.Despite my injury, I knew I couldn't afford to miss school. Grades were my top priority. Some might call me a nerd for that, but I wore that label with pride.I didn't have much of an appetite, so I settled for a glass of milk before heading out. As I got into my black Ferrari, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been weighing me down. I knew I had to face Steve eventually, but the thought of him making fun of me in front of everyone terrified me to no end. I revved up the engine and headed out early, trying to avoid Steve.As I arrived at the school, I headed to the back of the building and
Jeremy pov:As Steve dragged me towards the unused classrooms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The classroom had been abandoned for years due to a fire. I shuddered as Steve turned to face me with a cold, unyielding stare."If he kills me, no one would hear my screams." I thought to myself.I couldn't ignore the sense of fear that crept up on me as we stood there in the eerie silence."I'm sorry, Jer," he said, and I couldn't help but be shocked by his words."What do you mean?" I asked, completely taken aback."I'm sorry for the way Luca and my other friends treated you," he continued. "It wasn't right."I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his words. "It's not like you were any better, Steve," I retorted. "You were the one who started it all. Those nicknames? Yeah, that was all you. So why are you apologizing now? It's a litt
Jeremy pov:I pulled Oliver into my car, and everyone around us fell silent. Steve and a few other students watched us with a mix of curiosity and concern.I wasn't mad at either of them, but at myself for causing more fight between the brothers. Although I despised Steve for what he did to me, I knew it was my problem to deal with. Oliver, on the other hand, shouldn't have said what he did to his brother.Despite my best efforts to bring them closer, I always seemed to fail. And now, seeing them fight over me, I was starting to lose my mind.As we sat in my room, Oliver was visibly upset. He hadn't said a word to me since I slapped him, and even during the drive home, he was quiet. I could tell he was still angry that his friend had taken the bully's side, but he shouldn't have said Steve didn't deserve to live. That was a harsh thing to say, and I needed to find a way to make thin
Jeremy pov:*Next day*It's gym class today and I'm feeling a mix of emotions. I used to dread coming here because of Steve. But Oliver is in the class, things are a little better.Steve's bullying used to be the worst part of my day, but now it's the bickering between Steve and Oliver.Even though I've tried to give Steve a second chance, I still can't stand him. It's hard to forget what he did to me, and the bullies still tease and make fun of me about the video. But I don't let it get me down for too long. I feel sad about it, sure, but I don't want to dwell on it and let it control my life.The coach's announcement startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Today we're doing a relay race! Get ready and check your partner in the book," he yelled.I rushed to the book and started flipping through its pages, hoping and praying that I wouldn't be pair
Steve pov:"I can't resist kissing you, my baby boy. And I don't think I want to." With a sly smile, I whispered into his ear.I gazed down at his face, his body sprawled beneath me. My eyes searched for answers, his pupils were shaking with confusion. "Steve..." he whispered, trying to say something.I leaned in closer, my breath hot on his skin. "Tell me, Jer. Do you want me to kiss you?" I teased, watching as he slowly nodded his head."Very well," I said, leaning in even closer. "With your mouth, yes or no?" His answer was barely a whisper, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable. "Yes."I couldn't resist moving closer to him, feeling the heat of his body against mine. His lips were an irresistible temptation, so soft and inviting. Slowly, I let my hands wander down his body, lifting his shirt to reveal his toned stomach. My fingers traced his abs, feeling the muscles beneath my touch. I could feel his excitement building. I pressed my lips firmly against his, seeking permi
Steve pov:The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury."How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies.The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones.My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm.Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.I started hitting him with all my might, releasing all the pent-up frustration in me. Blow after blow landed on his face, but he didn't back down.Just as I was about to deliver the final blow, Luca intervened and shouted, "Steve, stop!"His voice brought me back to my senses and I realized that I
Jeremy pov:As Steve left the room, my mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of his gentle touch and the softness of his lips on mine. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to rid myself of these distracting thoughts. Not in the mood to attend classes, I decided to skip and headed home. Upon texting Oliver, I received no reply, and when I called, his phone was switched off. The anxiety began to build up inside me, but I tried to remain composed.Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. Rushing down the stairs, I eagerly opened the door, hoping to see Oliver. To my surprise, it was Steve and Maggie who stood at the entrance.Although I felt a tinge of disappointment, my spirits lifted as I saw Maggie. Without hesitation, she ran into my arms and gave me a tight embrace. We laughed and spun around in joy until finally, I let her go. Looking up, I caught Steve's gaze, and his smile warmed my heart.I couldn't believe that Maggi was finally here, after all thes
Oliver pov:"I can't believe you hurt Jeremy!" I shouted at the group of men standing before me, my anger blazing hot.They cowered before me, heads bowed in submission.It was a heady feeling, knowing that even though these men were older and stronger than me, they were afraid of me.After all, I owned them now, Sebastian had sold them to me, and their lives were in my hands."You should have known better," I said, my voice cold and commanding."Jeremy is my love, my everything. How could you not recognize him?""We're sorry, master," one of them stammered, groveling at my feet."You all know the deal. Sebastian sold you to me, and now you belong to me. Your lives are mine to do with as I please."The men fell to the ground, begging for mercy. It was a satisfying sight, watching