Escaping Is Never Easy (BoyxMan)

Chapter three

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Zachary's P. O. V

After about five minutes of working up enough courage to get out of bed and walk out of the room I was surprised to see how the place looked like, in fact more like mind-blown. The place was huge, enormous. The kind of place that I could afford if not for me being flat out broke now from being held captive by Tristan.

Just the thought of his name sent shivers down my spine and horrible, uninvited images to pop into my head. I shoved them aside and continued down the set of stairs that branch off to a long hallway, towards the end of the hallway stood two closed doors.

I walked down the stairs hesitantly and carefully, knowing how weak I felt at the moment, my legs shacking ever-so-slightly from either nerves or lack of energy to move right. I winced as a throbbing headache started to form and rubbed my temple gently as I explored around.

The rest of the place seemed more like someone actually lived here, unlike that guest room. The walls were painted dark chocolate and picture frames hung on every corner of the houses walls or on stands and whatnot. Pictures of what I assumed were family members, friends, and pets.

I brushed the dust off the glass of one particular picture, holding it up to my face. I recognized the guy who saved me being the center of attention in the picture. He looked much younger, in his teens perhaps, and was wearing a cap and gown. His parents, I assumed, was standing on either side of him with huge grins that matched his own bright one. I concluded that this must be his graduation picture.

There weren't any other pictures of him and his parent when he looked older; most of them were either taken when he was a toddler or teenager.

I wonder why? I asked curiously to myself.

"What are you looking at," a voice came from behind me, deep and inviting, a rough edge to it that sent shivers down my spine and to my manhood, causing it to twitch in anticipation.

My eyes widened in surprise. Wow there buddy, slow down!

I didn't get why I was reacting so strongly to him, it confused me immensely, made me feel vulnerable. I didn't like feeling that way, not one bit.

I spun around and glared daggers at him, partly because I was embarrassed by my reaction towards his voice alone, the other reason because he scared me to death. "Don't sneak up on me like that," I practically hissed.

He raised a brow. "Sorry, I didn't intend to scare you." He glanced towards the picture I had dropped and bent to pick it up, my eyes watching his every move, taking notice on how his eyes tightened a fraction from the sight of the picture before he set it down onto the stand without a second look.

Curiosity got the better of me. "Are... are those your parent in the picture standing next to you?" I asked tentatively.

He was quite for a bit as he decided whether or not to say anything, his eyes reflecting uncertainty, caution. "Yes," he finally said.

I was surprised to see him acting so... so timid, I guess you could say. His earlier actions led me to believe that he was an arrogant, overconfident guy.

For some reason I felt bolder, which surprised me since for the longest time I haven't felt that way; the opposite actually. I was always cautious around Tristan, watching my step. Always being careful not to make him mad; I would do anything to stop him from hitting me.