Owned By The Owner (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Theodore Heids

I can't quite point what is wrong with me and what is wrong with me. Oops. Ever since that night, I've been sleeping less, thinking more. Than ever. It started when I met that lonely and sad guy. It feels like there is something in him that makes me like this. Turning into a thinker, less of an action. That night, I immediately left, not bothering to at least talk to Shaina about what happened to us. The intimacy. But I never felt—feel—it. The young guy has somewhat corrupter my mind. I even walk to take a look and search for him, ask him what's wrong and, truth be told, comfort him. This thing rarely happens to me. Barely happens to me.

Sighing, my sister goes straight into my room. Her eyes hold grudge and hatred. Then she slaps me, ranting about me being a total d**k. She has just found out that I took Shaina's virginity. Popped it. And I feel sorry for her. I guess I shouldn't have done that. I say a sorry to my sister, but she just walks away, leaving me dumbfounded.

My sister and I's last fight was when we were in the house, when we were still kids. She took my toys; cars, robots, Lego, without my permission, so we had a fight, to the point where we said things we really didn't mean. Mom parted us, giving us a lecture about siblings are not supposed to fight, they should love and protect each other. We said sorry to each other, then we never got to a fight again, until now.

Knowing Althea Heids, my sister, will give me silent treatment, and she knows it will drive me crazy because I have never liked silence. So I just sleep without, of course, peace. But this time, my sister has caused this.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm rings loudly, making me slap it with a loud thud. Rolling over, I fall on the ground, on my back and I groin. I carefully stand up and head to my bathroom, brush my teeth, and wash my face. I get out of my room and go downstairs.

Sure, my sister is there, flicking channels after channels, ignoring as if she has never known me. I ignore her too. When I get to the kitchen, no one is making food. I have no breakfast. I remember that mom and dad have a meeting with someone. Opening the cabinet, I found Koko Crunch. I have never been a fan of cereals, but I guess it will have to do for now. But as I eat, the bother nags me, in my stomach, telling me I am guilty about what happened. I swore. I promised. But I broke it. Gritting my teeth, I stand up and trudge angrily through the living room, where my sister is.

"I said I'm sorry, okay!" I state angrily as soon as I am in a hearing distance.

No response.

"f**k it, Thea!"

"What the f**k do you want, Theodore?" She snarls. Great, she has just called me in my first name. That means she's really angry about me having a nerve to be angry. "You promised me you would not do it. But you broke your own words. She told me about what happened! You f*****g asshole!"

"I am freaking sorry!"

"Go to hell!" She says. But then her eyes widen of what she said to me. She never said that to me. She only says 'I hate you' but in a humorous way. She mumbles my name as I turn around and walk away, refusing to talk to her. Dismiss the topic. I am too angry to even notice that I am walking away from house. I don't even know what direction I am going.

After for what seems like hours of walking, I halt, noticing that the sun is firmly set across the sky. I also feel the hotness of it, noticing I am sweaty. My stomach grumbles, and I just remember that I didn't eat for breakfast. I certainly don't want to get back yet.

My feet is aching from walking. Adding to my list, my stomach keeps on grumbling, demanding food. I sigh in frustration as I block the bright sun skimming through the air, a scent of dust and dirt hitting my nose. My eyes flicker to the only person in this place. His back is facing me. He's leaning down, hugging himself. Then my brain flashes a memory of a guy that night, accidentally bumped into me. Dark hair. Tousled. Posture, check.

As I walk slowly and silently, I think and ask myself: Why am I doing this crap? No specific answer, of course. I, even to myself, admit that I am being creepy. Walking slowly, trying not to make a sound, looking at him but everywhere, as if I would be kidnapping him and ask for ransom. Who does that stuff?

"Are you okay?" I ask as I put a hand on his shoulder. He freezes, but then turns around. My thoughts are confirmed when I see his face. He nods, but I can clearly see the pain and sadness in his brown eyes. My mood falls down again. His stomach grumbles and his cheeks redden, turning his face around so it won't be obvious. Waiting to deny it, he doesn't. He just purses his lips in a thin line as he looks into the sky, looking in a deep thought. Clearly seeing his angelic and innocent face, I can't help but to stare at him.

He has fine square jaw line; thin and pinkish lips; has chin stubble, which means he doesn't shave but still manages to look good on him; has thick, not too thick, eyebrows. Quite muscular. Bet he has abs. I lick my lower lip slowly. The answer to the hidden question is, I freaking don't know what I am doing! What I am even doing!

"Hungry? Want to eat?" I ask him. I can't even help myself. What's with this guy, a total stranger in my mind but it feels like I have known him for so long in my heart, and he is making me do the things I thought I wouldn't do to anyone else. Of course with the exception of my family, best friend Tyler, and relatives. But this, a total stranger? I'm insane. He shakes his head eagerly, but his stomach answers it for me nonetheless. I chuckle. "I guess the answer is yes. Come on!"

Reluctantly he stands up, brushes the dust on his clothes. He stinks, I think. I am still mad at my sister, for slapping me and saying the harsh words to me, which I think I deserved, but still. So I guess I will be living, for now, just to let ease things in its own time, in my... newly built apartment. My face lights up as I remember the apartments. I lead the stranger guy there, not bothering a glance at him. I know he's following me.

15 minutes of walking and we arrive at our destination. The building has three floors. In each floor, it has 5 rooms. We reach the third floor, my apartment's floor, and open the door wide for him. When I do, I catch a sniff of him. He smells smoke, but at the same time, he smells lemon. Which is an odd combination. Not bad.

He mumbles a thanks and I introduce myself. "I'm Carter Evans." He says after my mini introduction. We shake hands—the physical contact makes my skin burn with an unknown thing. Then I prepare food for us to eat.

The plan that goes straight first in my mind is: Let him stay.