- Sunday, May 29th, 2016 -

– Day 2; Cristian –

I've never been this bored in my life. Not even when I wasn't allowed to get out of bed, in need of rest to recover from a concussion. I'm not allowed to go out, nobody is even letting me out of the apartment. Finnley went to his client, while both Liam and Jason left the apartment "to work" soon after a make-shift dinner created out of leftovers from two days ago.

Here I am, in an unfamiliar apartment, all by myself, with nothing to do but stare at dirty walls. I counted the tiles in the kitchen twice, there's 33. I counted splashed bugs on the living room walls twice; 14. I counted the floorboards in the hallway; 24. I rummaged through the piles of clothes and pulled on the one flannel shirt Finnley wore when he went missing, despite the fact it's dirty and smelling weird.

I discovered a washing machine in the corner of the bathroom, but it's broken. The bathtub is leaking, but I managed to wash some of the clothes, including Finnley's sweater and some of the dirty towels that I found. I searched the entire apartment to find something close to a vacuum cleaner but I failed miserably. I guess nobody really cares about cleaning up around here.

I contemplated on cleaning the kitchen and started by wiping the countertop and the stove. Since I couldn't really get either of those to become clean enough for my likings, I gave up soon after that.

I went through the cabinets in search for food, but aside from some crackers who passed their expiration date, those were empty. The fridge offers me some water, but that's it. Off course, one cabinet in the kitchen is full of alcoholic drinks, most of the bottles nearly empty, but still. Priorities for nutritional food isn't these boys strongest point.

I figured Finnley would be able to take care of himself a bit better; but I guess I was wrong.

Searching the bedroom, I find a bunch of half empty packs of cigarettes, three spliffs and two empty bottles of whisky. I discovered a couple of dirty magazines under Liam's mattress and I found a phone that neither of the three boys took with them, with three texts, asking if "he's" able to meet for some fun. And that's describing it lightly, because the ones that have send these messages are a bunch of dirty-minded assholes.

I wonder if this phone belonged to Alex.

The rest of the phone is empty, except for a contact list consisting of nicknames.

When I felt tired enough to sleep for a while, I changed into a pair sweatpants that was on Finnley's bed, crawling under his cover since I guess he won't be sleeping here tonight anyway.

But I couldn't fall asleep, being all by myself. Every sound scared the shit out of me, every shadow freaking me out. Eventually I drank a bit of the vodka that is still in the windowsill after Jason used it to disinfect Finnley's wounds. I relaxed enough to fall asleep after that; feeling cold despite the fact I'm wearing two of the hoodies Jason and Finnley got me today, and laying under the cover Finnley had pulled around him when I woke up this awful morning.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, or what time it is once I wake up again, this time because of the front door being slammed again. There's even a dent in the wall where the doorknob is constantly hitting it. I groan in annoyance, flexing the sore muscles, although this mattress is a bit more comfortable than the one I slept on yesterday.

That's when I notice my head isn't on the pillow, but on someone's chest. Finnley's smell familiar enough to instantly recognize the scent as his skin. His bare chest rising and falling along with his calm breathing. One of his arms is loosely around my shoulders and I'm cuddled close to him. When did he get home and how did I end up in his arms without noticing it?

"Pretty boy!" Liam is slurring his words drunkenly. "You're home already!" The light turns on, Liam stumbling inside, tripping over some clothes, falling onto his own mattress. "Wasn't rich boy interesting enough to spend the night?"

"Shut it, idiot." Finnley murmurs sleepily, turning around, forcing me to roll off him in the process. I want to protest, because I felt very comfortable in his arms, but let's not draw Liam's attention to our cuddled-up position if he didn't already notice.

I watch Finnley's face, that is now turned towards me.

"Could you turn of the lights?" Finnley snaps at Liam without looking in his direction. "Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Sure thing, pretty boy... trying to sleephuh?"

The light gets turned off again, Finnley pulling my arm around him, crawling closer to me.

As soon as soft snoring sounds behind him, I smirk, because Liam obviously fell asleep already.

"Don't get me wrong, but I'm happy you're here right now." Finnley whispers while I feel his lips against my shoulder.

"That's the only thing I don't mind in this situation." I admit. "Being with..." My whispered words die down to silence, my lips parting slightly as soon as I feel his soft lips kissing my shoulder very faintly. My eyes already shut, my mind focusing on the feathery light touches of his fingertips on my stomach.

His lips trail small kisses all the way from my shoulder to my jaw, before he moves and presses his lips against mine, pushing my hoodies up to get free access to the bare skin on my upper body. Our tongues dancing around each other while my hands started to move on their own, trailing up and down his bare chest, causing small electrical jolts to jump from his body to mine and back.

The kiss grows more hungrily, the touching more longingly and soon I try to hold back any sounds giving away the fact that he's making me crazy with all the little touches. He grinds his hips against mine after he crawled on top of me, making me gasp for air, a moan escaping after I threw my head backwards.

"You know the rules, pretty boy. No sex with roommates." Jason's voice sounds amused and before Finnley got a chance to scramble away from me, he flicked on the light switch. He's leaning against the door, arms crossed, eyes full of amusement. "Sorry to interrupt."

"If you'd let us join, I wouldn't complain." Liam sounds drunk, laughing like crazy over his own words. "It was kinda hot."

"I'm too tired for this shit." However, Jason laughed along with him over his remark. I feel my face heat up at the thought. I do not like Liam, at all.

"Told you they'd be at it in no time?" Liam's still slurring his words a bit, now also sounding sleepy and amused. "There's so much pend up energy and build up frustration. Maybe we should give "em some privacy."

"Shut it." Finnley groans, rolling to his side, leaving me exposed to the cold air around us. His hair is a giant mess, making him all the more sexy. "I hate you guys."

"Aah, we love you too." Jason chuckles. "What happened, didn't your lover give you enough attention?"

"We just talked. There's food in the fridge by the way, if you're hungry." Finnley closes his eyes, both his hands in the sweatpants he's wearing. "And I'm gonna take a shower."

"Yeah, cool off a bit before you go to sleep." Liam chuckles while my face heats up in embarrassment. I got so lost in Finnley's actions that I nearly agreed on doing sexual things with Liam present in the same room. I knew I like Finnley a lot, I know I'm in love with him. I just didn't figure he had that much power over me. He makes me do crazy stuff.

And a big part of me hates the fact Jason intervened, because that same big part of me would love to have sex with Finnley.

- Monday, May 30th, 2016 -

I fell asleep before Finnley got back from his shower, kind of annoyed because Jason fell asleep as soon as he hit the mattress, while Liam kept whispering at me that he wouldn't have stopped just because of someone watching. How he would love to hear me moan some more. Eventually, I pulled the pillow over my head to block out his whispered words, falling asleep soon after he stopped.

I wake up on my own, the room empty, silent and cold without the others present.

"No." Finnley's voice is stern, angry, upset, sounding muffled by the door that is closed. "No way."

"No?" A strange voice sounds in mocking disbelieve. "You don't get to say no, Finnley."

"He's not doing it."

"Shut up, Finnley." The voice snaps. "You'll teach him, whether you like it or not. Tell him the prizes, show him how to get a client..."

"You want him out there already?" Jason sounds unimpressed yet again. "How is it even possible Stan isn't killing all of you for taking him here?"

"They don't care about Stan's opinion anymore."

"What did you do to him?" I ask with a shaky voice as soon as I enter the living room. I watch a strange guy casually sitting on the couch, his feet on the table, a cigarette in his hand and a take away coffee in the other.

"Who, me?" The guy frowns. "Nobody knows where he went. But he fucked up when he got Finnley to come to that party."

"He just wanted me to make sure Cris was okay..."

"They don't care why you were there. It's against the rules." The guy sighs. "I'm just the messenger, don't shoot me."

"You could at least tell them to go fuck their selves," Finnley grumbles, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Who are you?" I look the guy up and down. He's not as macho as the other that I've seen before. He doesn't really scare me with his appearance.

"This is Ronny and he's somewhat on our side." Finnley waves his hand dismissively in his direction.

"Somewhat?" He laughs sarcastically. "I saved your ass last week... Somewhat, he says..." He shakes his head in disbelieve.

"Is it true Alex is in hospital?" Jason cuts his sentence.

"Yeah, for as far as I understood, he didn't make enough money and it wasn't worth the trouble anymore."

"Aren't they afraid he'll tell on you guys?" Jason leans backwards in the chair, his legs crossed underneath him.

"I don't think he'll be able to tell anything for a while." Ronny coughs awkwardly. "He's fucked up, you know... I bet if he wakes up he won't remember anything."

"Damn..." Jason stares at him, while Finnley paces up and down the room.

"I'm not doing it. Neither one of us is."

"You know they'll beat you up, again, if you refuse. How much more can you take? Besides, they'll make Liam do it. Is that what you want?"

"I'll kill him if I have to..." Finnley takes in a deep breath. "Can't we pretend? I make enough money for the two of us... I'll go out a little more instead of just the regulars..."

Ronny laughs again. "You want to pay for him?" He nods in my direction. "Why?"

Finnley's face flushes when all three of us stare at him. Jason like he knows why, Ronny in curiosity and me feeling confused, because I don't know what this is about exactly.

"I told you to stop caring about others." Ronny rolls his eyes. "Like, at all. Don't care about anyone." He waves in Jason's direction. "Like the others."

"What is this about? What are you talking about? Paying for me?"

"Finnley over there, wants to work more, so you don't have to." Ronny chuckles. "It won't work anyway. Because they know the amount you pay them each week. If it won't be more, they'll know."

"Actually, I don't..." Finnley smirks, shrugging his shoulder.

"You don't?"

"Got someone that saves some of it for me... You know... In order to have some money whenever I need it." Finnley shrugs.

"Pretty boy got himself a lover. Don't you ever wonder why he's looking as decent as he does?" Jason waves his hands dramatically. "He's someone's doll."

It's now that I notice Finnley is wearing some pretty decent jeans, clean and fitting hoodie that seems new and I remember Jason and Liam telling me Finnley's lover is giving him stuff, like clothes and food.

"Well, if you think you can pull it off..." Ronny shrugs. "They won't hear from me."

"Okay, and what's the catch in this?" Finnley gestures towards me again. "How are they going to force him to stay here?"

Ronny closes his eyes shortly, retrieving his phone, showing Finn a picture. Finnley's eyes widen in surprise, before he looks at me, shaking his head.

"But..." Finnley sounds confused and seeing him confused, confuses me more. Finnley is never really confused. "Okay, they're probably friends now..." He rubs the back of his head. "I don't get it..."

"What is it? I'm allowed to know, this is about me you know?" I try to snatch the phone, failing since Ronny pulled his hand back.

"They're keeping an eye on Nathan."

"Nathan?" I frown, feeling just as confused as Finnley looks. "Why would that... I mean... sure..." Damn, I don't want Nathan to get in trouble because of me. But I don't really know him that well. "Fuck."

"It's not about Cris, Finn." Ronny clears his throat. "This is their new way to keep you in line. Since they took Cris here already. Cris is a warning for what is happening when you ever decide to disobey again."

"And how are they going to keep me here?" I cross my arms, confused because they're again threatening to harm someone when Finn steps out of line.

"Me..." Finn mutters. "They use me to keep you here."

"They know neither of you will leave without the other. And Finn won't as long as Nathan is in danger." Ronny turns to face Finnley again. "You know you can't win this."

Finnley's whole appearance changes, a fire in his eyes I haven't seen before. "Two can play this game, Ronny. And I'll show them how it's played."