Beautiful seduction (Part 3 of ? (Part 2))
The Westchest Institution was a large white-washed building. He looked up, and saw a man looking down at him from a window. He was nodding slightly, a confused expression on his face. When he noticed Bam looking at him, he waved, a lopsided grin appearing on his face. Bam smiled slightly and waved back. The building held an ominous atmosphere, he thought, as he stepped through the doors. Like no one was welcome here.
A man was waiting for him. He was tall, thin and wearing a dark suit. The tie was neatly done, and his glasses matched the colour of his suit. The few hairs he had on his head where pulled back, giving him a slightly strict look. His face, however, was slightly red, and there was evidence of recent tears. Tom Welling’s dad.
“Mr. Margera. Or may I call you Bam? Thank you for coming.”
They shook hands, and Tom’s father lead the way through to Tom’s room. Their footsteps echoed sounding through the grim, white corridors. Neither of them talked, until they reached Tom’s room. Here, Tom’s father turned to Bam, and regarded him without saying anything.
“Well. Here it is. Please don’t.. get angry with him. Just that he might recognize you, does not mean that it will be .. easy to communicate with him. Just keep that in mind, and you’ll be fine.”
Bam gave the man a slight smile, and stepped through the door. It closed behind him.
Tom was sitting on his bed, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare. He was staring at the wall, and rocked slightly back and forward. His eyes were blood-shot and he muttered slightly under his breath.
“Tom.”
No response.
Bam sighed, and tried again.
“Hey dude. It’s me. Bam.”
Now he did get a response. Tom’s eyes flickered towards him for a moment, before returning to the wall.
“Is it okay if I sit down next to you?”
Tom gave no response, except a slight jerk of his head.
“I’ll take that as an okay,” Bam muttered, sitting down next to Tom, careful to keep enough distance between him and the other boy.
“Tom.”
This time, Tom reacted very quickly. He turned his body, so he was facing Bam, and he stopped rocking. The muttering ceased, until there was nothing but silence between them.
He started to feel uncomfortable under Tom’s gaze, so he quickly asked his next question.
“You wanted to talk to me?”
Tom said nothing, his gaze never leaving Bam’s face.
“About what? What did you want to talk to me about?”
Nothing, again. He felt himself getting frustrated, before reminding himself that Tom was ill and he had to be treated with care.
“Look. I don’t know why I came here to see you in the first place. Or actually, it was your dad who convinced me.” He stopped for a moment, looking if Tom reacted to the mention of his dad. His face stayed blank. Bam sighed inwardly, before continuing. “What happened to you anyway? Did someone scare you or something?”
The boy cringed slightly, and Bam stared at him for a moment.
“So who was it? Someone from school? Someone who hates you?”
Tom looked away for the first time, and his body shrunk back from Bam.
“I-I-It w-was..” His voice was hoarse, since he hadn’t been using it for several days.
“What Tom? Who was it?”
Tom looked at Bam again, and this time, it was Bam who cringed. The look in Tom’s eyes was positively terrified.
“M-Man. S-Singing.. Luring.. me t-to him. B-beautiful man. Never seen.. a-anything like it.”
He was starting to feel very cold.
“W-Who Tom? What was the man’s name?”
Tom shook his head, first slowly, then faster and faster.
“N-No. I-I don’t l-like him. I hear h-his v-voice in my head. H-He should .. l-l-leave me ALONE! ALONE!”
Tom was screaming, and he launched himself at Bam, all the time shouting and kicking.
“ALONE, ALONE!”
The door burst open and Tom’s father rushed in. He pulled his son’s body off Bam, and quickly plunged a needle into Tom’s arm. Tom went limp, his eyes glazed as his father caught him, and put him on the bed. He was panting slightly.
“I-I’m sorry Bam. I should have known not to leave you alone with him. It would be better if you could go now.”
Bam just nodded, and left the room. At the doorway, he stopped, turning. He wanted to say something, but found he couldn’t find the words. Tom’s father was next to his son, stroking his hair back in a gentle manner, all the time muttering to him.
Bam turned, and started running, away from Tom, away from that room, away from the Westchest Institution. He didn’t stop running until he came home.
His mother answered the door, and he went straight upstairs, not in the mood to talk to anyone. He slammed his door shut, locking it, and dropped himself on the bed. A knock on his door told him his mother had followed him upstairs.
“Bam? Let me in.”
He didn’t respond.
“Bam. Please.”
Still he didn’t respond. After a few moments, he heard a sigh, and then footsteps fading away quickly. He closed his eyes, and tried to calm down.
Was that what had happened to Tom? Ville singing to him, and now Tom heard Ville’s voice in his head. That didn’t make sense. Maybe he meant someone else. Ville couldn’t be responsible for Tom’s and the other boys illusions. Right?
He turned himself over, and stared at the wall.
It didn’t make any sense. None of it did. And now Ville was after him? He shuddered lightly. Suddenly, he felt incredibly tired. He yawned, and surrendered himself to sleep.
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“Bam.”
A light touch on his cheek.
“Bam, darling. Wake up.”
Cold fingers brushed against his forehead, trying to wake him up. Bam’s eyelids fluttered, before opening. A dark shape was looking down at him, and he screamed. A cold hand quickly covered his mouth, followed by an irritated “shh!”.
His hand searched for the light switch, which was situated next to his bed, and turned it on.
Ville was looking down at him, green eyes sparkling with concealed amusement.
Bam leapt out of bed, and backed away from Ville.
“H-How did you get into my room?”
Ville regarded him for a moment, before smirking and staring at the window. Bam suddenly felt a cold draft of air brushing his body, and followed the man’s gaze, and noticed the window was open.
“B-but how did you come in without making a sound? Did you fly?”
The question seemed ridiculous, and he cursed himself the moment the words left his lips.
Ville smirked again, and shook his head.
“I’m just very quiet, that’s all. Don’t I get a kiss?”
Bam stared at him, blinking stupidly.
Ville sighed softly.
“I remember you were quite.. enthusiastic about it the last time. You certainly made no objections.. Anyway, are you ready to go?”
“Ready to go where?”
Ville rolled his eyes.
“Where I am going to take you, remember? I wanted to show you something. Are you ready or not?”
He kept his mouth, and continued to stare at Ville. Then, he shook his head.
“No. No, I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going.”
Ville gazed at him, a confused look in his eyes.
“Why not?”
Before Bam could answer, an understanding look appeared in his eyes. His gaze darkened, as he stalked over, so quickly, Bam jumped back, his back hitting the wall.
Ville gazed down at him, rage in his eyes.
Bam swallowed, and tried to back away further, though he couldn’t. Ville placed his hands next to Bam’s head, and continued to stare down at him. Suddenly he took a step back, and crossed his arms.
“Are you afraid of me?” The corner of his mouth curled upwards.
Bam shook his head, terrified. He avoided the other man’s gaze.
“N-No.”
Ville stalked back over to him, and caught his chin in a firm grip, forcing him to look up.
“You know what? I think you are. I think you’re lying when you say you’re not afraid of me.”
Bam shook his head again, and looked up at Ville with a pleading look in his eyes.
“N-No.. that’s not true.”
“You’ve been seeing Tom, haven’t you?”
Bam shook his head again.
“Don’t lie to me.” Ville hissed.
“O-Ok. I’ve been to see him. But nothing happened, I swear it!”
Ville looked down at him once more, trying to read his gaze. Then he loosened his hold on Bam’s chin. He looked up into those green eyes, and suddenly he felt Ville’s hands on his hips, pulling him against his body. Lips searched, and met his, hot and cold at the same time. A shiver went up his spine, as he wound his own arms around Ville’s neck. Ville’s nails dug into his hips, and then he let him go. He stepped back, allowing Bam to step away from the wall.
“Fine. But don’t think I’ve finished with you about this matter. We will talk about it later. But remember this; whatever Tom has told you about me, is a lie. Right now, we have to go. Or we’ll be to late.”
Bam hurried to put on his sweater and grabbed his coat.
“How are we going anyway?”
Ville turned to look at him, and smiled.
“We’re flying.”
Bam muttered ‘bastard’ under his breath, and stalked to the window, Ville following him with a smirk.
He stared outside and his mouth fell open.
“I-Is that a .. Ferrari?”
He felt a warm breath against his nape, and he shivered. Hands came up around his waist, and he allowed Ville to pull him back against his body.
“Yes, my dear Bam. That is a Ferrari.”
The hands let him go, and ushered him outside. He quickly lowered himself to the ground, then looked up to see if Ville needed some help.
“Are you coming?”
He whirled around and glared at Ville, who was laughing quietly. He made his way over to the car, admiring it for a moment before stepping into it, sitting down on the passengers seat.
He looked around, and saw Ville next to him. He was staring at Bam, a smile tugging his lips, before he started the engine.
“Ready?”
Bam nodded.
“Ready,”
The car came to life, and they silently drove into the night, heading for the unknown destination.
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Well, I’m sorry. That’s another cliff-hanger for you;- ) More is to come soon!