Jeremy pov:My heart was shattered into a million pieces as Steve left without uttering another word. Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the words I said. Steve, my love, I didn't mean to hurt you. I haven't moved on from you; I still love you with every fiber of my being.But fate seems to have other plans for us, and it's tearing me apart. If only I could muster the courage to tell you how I feel, but it seems like the universe is conspiring against us.As I wiped my tears away, I was reminded of the cause of my pain and drama; Oliver, my supposed best friend. I wish I could slap him and tell him how much I hate what he's doing. He's not the sweet and innocent Oliver I used to know; he's become a monster, devoid of any empathy or heart. He's causing me so much pain, and I can't take it anymore.I fear that Steve might move on from me while all this drama unfolds, and that thought terrifies me. I can't lose him; he means everything to me.When will
Jeremy pov:As I slowly opened my eyes, I felt my head throbbing with pain. The loud sounds of laughter from people around me seemed to echo in my ears. I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but my vision was still blurry. Suddenly, a sharp sting at the back of my head reminded me of the hard hit that landed me in this predicament.To my horror, I realized that I was surrounded by a group of strangers, and I had no idea how I got there or why. Panic started to set in as one of them spoke up, "This guy is so innocent. I wish I could fuck him."My heart raced as another person responded, "No, we can't. The boss gave us strict orders. This one is special for the boss, it seems."Suddenly, I felt a hand groping my ass. I clenched my teeth to stop myself from making any noise as I tried to figure out what was happening. Were they selling me? Who were these people? I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid of what they might do next.I felt my body being lifted up by someone with strong ar
Steve pov: I bolted towards my bike, my heart racing against my chest as I drove as fast as I could. I was petrified that something terrible might happen to Jeremy. I was kicking myself for not seeing through Oliver's plan. I should have noticed the change in Jeremy's behavior. Looking back, it was evident that he loved me all along; the pain in his eyes when he denied it was a dead giveaway. I was foolish to think that he would fall for someone he had just met. I'm sorry, Jeremy. If anything happens to you, Oliver will face my wrath! As soon as I reached Matthew's house, I didn't even bother turning off the engine. I ran inside, frantically searching for him. But he was nowhere to be found. I dashed into the bar and found him surrounded by a bevy of gorgeous girls. I jogged towards him, glaring at them until they backed off, leaving us alone. "Steve! What's going on?" Said Matthew, as I came running towards him, panting heavily. "It's Jeremy, he's in trouble," I blurted out, co
Jeremy pov: As I slowly opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw. The room was pitch black, and I couldn't remember how I got there. Did I pass out on the jet? And if so, for how long? It could have been a day or a week, but I had no way of telling. The only thing I knew was that I was in trouble. My heart was pounding as I scanned the room, trying to make sense of my surroundings. There were no windows, no doors that I could see. And then it hit me, had they already sold me? And what about the other boys? Had they been sold too? As I looked down at my body, I realized that I was no longer naked. Instead, I was dressed in a dress that someone else had put on me. And there was a bandage wrapped tightly around my head, reminding me of the beating I had taken. But despite the pain and confusion, the worst part was the silence. It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing and the sound of my dry mouth. My throat felt like sandpaper as I croaked out, "Is anyone there?" I
Steve pov:As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that we were in the same car that we had driven to get here. I sat up and looked around to see Maggie and Matthew smoking outside with a look of frustration etched on their faces. My chest felt fine, surprisingly, and when I checked, there was no sign of a wound. I stepped out of the car and walked towards Maggie and Matthew. Maggie rolled her eyes when she saw me approaching and took another drag from her cigarette. "What's the matter, Maggie?" I asked her, concerned. "You're the matter, Steve," she snapped, pointing at my chest, "I thought you got shot and I was freaked out." Matthew just stood there, silently watching us, and chuckled."Wait, what? How did I not get shot?!" I exclaimed in confusion."Relax, buddy. You were wearing a bulletproof vest. Remember when we got out of the jet? I gave it to you, but you were so mad that you didn't even listen to me. Luckily, the vest saved your life," Matthew explained calmly."Oh, rig
Jeremy pov:As I sat crying in the sand, the big boy looked down on me with amusement. "Hey, little boy. What do you think of yourself?" He sneered, pushing me down even harder.“Pwease, let me go… Mommy!”I called out for my mom, hoping she would come to my rescue. But as the tears streamed down my face and my nose ran, I felt hopeless and alone.That is until a small, confident voice rang out, cutting through the laughter and jeers of the bullies. "Hey!! Let him go!" I looked up to see a boy my own age, standing up to the big boys and fearlessly defending me."Look who's come to save the day; our very own knight in shining armor!" exclaimed Big Boy 1 as they approached."Ha! You really think he can beat us and save this little runt?" sneered Big Boy 2."He's not a runt, he's….. beautiful," protested the cute boy, bravely defending me."Beautiful? Ha! You must be blind, kid," scoffed Big Boy 1. "Maybe you need to see a doctor."As they bickered, I just sat there, feeling grateful
Jeremy pov:As I woke up, shivers ran down my spine from the icy breeze that engulfed me. I realized that my shirt was not fully covering my body as I tore a piece to tie around my thigh. However, the pain in my left leg was so excruciating that I couldn't even move. Last night, Oliver left me all alone in this freezing weather. Was his plan to let me die in the cold? I couldn't help but curse him under my breath."Where are you, Steve? I need you here with me," I muttered to myself, hoping that he would hear me.Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice calling out to me from the door, "Baby boy."I looked up and saw Steve smiling at me widely. I was overwhelmed with joy and forgot all about my wounded leg. I ran towards him to hug him, but as soon as I touched him, he disappeared into thin air. It was all just a daydream.The room echoed with my scream as I stumbled back towards the bed. My left leg gave way and I crashed to the ground, the pain was unbearable. It felt like my thigh was o
Steve pov:I was standing in the middle of the crowded bar, with my eyes scanning the room for any sign of her.Henry was next to me, looking just as determined as I was to find her. But then I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, feeling frustrated."It's been three long weeks. What are we even doing here?" I shouted, trying to make myself heard over the blasting music."I know it's taking longer than we expected, but I have a feeling she's here. We can't give up yet," Henry replied, his eyes scanning the room just like mine.But then Maggie chimed in. “Steve, I think we're wasting our time. We need to focus on finding Oliver's plan. He's the one who's really behind all of this."I was torn, not sure who to believe. But Henry was still convinced we were on the right track. "No, we can't give up yet. I'm sure she's here somewhere. We've searched almost every bar in San Diego, but we can't stop now."And then he grabbed my arm and started leading me through the crowd. We made our way