Lost in Emotions.

Bryce and Jonathan sat in silence as they drove through town. It hadn't been great getting caught with Ryan because he knew by the look on his boyfriends face that he was in for something. He didn't know what just yet.

"So babe," Jonathan started as he calmly placed his hand on the blondes leg. "I made us food at home. Since you was waiting..well I didn't make it." He chuckled coldly as he rubbed his thumb in circular motions. "More like I went and got it."

Bryce's breathing hitched as he watched the speed increase and the feeling of his boyfriends hand inching dangerously close to something no one should touch. His blue eyes darting back and fourth from the man he loved and the hand inching closer. He gripped the handle hard as he swallowed roughly, "Jon what're you doing?" He asked breathlessly. "Slow down.." His boyfriend looked to him with a mocking grin.

Bryce felt the same rush of fear flow through him as he did the night of his dream.

"Do you not trust me Bryce?" Jonathan's words rang through his head as he watched his cold blue eyes stare directly at him and not the road. Panic was settling in. "Jon please! Jo-" bright lights flashed in their view and he let out a strangled gasp as his heart raced through his chest. If you asked him he could've told you his whole life story within that mere second. "Oh my god!"

Jonathan laughed as he released his hand from his boyfriends leg and continued his drive to their place. "I thought you trusted me." His voice was cold enough to make the hair on the blondes neck stand. It was like getting a chill from something demonic. Now he really feared for his life.

The man he loved was a maniac and he was trying his best to wake up from this awful nightmare called love. He was being drugged by a pill that wasn't even real, placebo.

As they neared their home the first thing he did was get out of the car and dash inside. The calls his boyfriend made out to him no longer reached his ears and nothing really mattered. All he wanted to do was go to the bathroom and lock the door as if to hide from his lover.

Their relationship was nothing like the movies. It was something so sickening you could say it was fucked up.

Bryce slammed the door and backed away as he listened to his boyfriend call out to him. His heart raced in his chest as his breathing hitched then caught. He could feel his jaw clench.

"Bryce. Bryce come on talk to me." Jonathan called from the other side. "I didn't mean it. You know I love you."

The blonde had heard that many times when he was in this situation yet he found himself inching closer to the door. He was like a magnet. When he unlocked the door his boyfriend didn't think twice about opening it calmly.

"Bryce I just want you to love me.." Now it all made sense. The smell of liquor hinted his breath and the sent was stronger than it should've been. "What does he have that I don't?" His boyfriends cry was enough to make him realize who he was talking about. Ryan. "I fucking knew you were cheating damn it!" Though his words were slurred Bryce could make them out.

And he knew his boyfriends next move.

•Later...

Bryce woke up with a grunt as he tried to pull himself from the floor. Every inch of his body ached with pain as he worked his way up to stand. The throbbing in his head was unbelievable as he inched towards the front door.

The sound of heavy rain echoed loudly as he opened the door a little to hopefully escape the horror of this place. Before he could leave he felt a hand grab him by the shirt and sling him back to the floor. He landed with a painful cry!

Jonathan let out a low growl as he shut the door then he turned to look at his boyfriend who was backed up against the couch. "Where the hell you going??" His voice was harsh.

Bryce only filched in response. "That's what I thought. Get your ass on that couch." Watching his boyfriend struggle to get up made him feel more hate towards the blonde. "First you fucking cheat on me then you want to leave!" Bryce only shook his head as tears rolled down his pale cheeks. "Yeah?! Well you better call in sick damn it. That or tell them you fucking fell."

Bryce nodded as his bottom lip trembled. Slowly but surely, he was waking up to see the man standing before him was just an illusion of what he wanted.