My Prisoner (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

(Kaye)

Thump thump thump.

"Jay? What's going on? Open the door!" I kept banging the door but received no answer from my brother. Feeling confused I sat down on the floor, resting my back against the cold door.

I had just woken up from a deep sleep and yet I still felt tired. I had washed my face in hope that I would feel more refreshed but it didn't work. Not much anyway. But when I went to open my door only to find it locked, I felt a sudden panic arise in my chest.

The creepy part about our old house is that all the doors except the front door can be locked only from outside by keys. And since only my brother has those keys, the only one who would be able to lock me in my room is him. A sudden realization filled my heart. It was my brother who locked me in here. The panic was replaced by wonder. Why did he lock me in here?

It has been such a long time since the last time I woke up feeling both excited and sore at the same time. It had also been a long time since I last stayed up that late. My body felt sore but I felt no desire to just lay down on my bed. I wanted to hurry down to the basement and take a look at him again.

But I was also tired from worrying over Jay last night and I could feel it. My head was aching a bit because of the lack of sleep. Now that I think about it, it was stupid of me to worry about Jay. I know Jay is strong for a fact. He's totally different from me. He's not weak like me. He can stand up for himself and even protect and take care of me.

Jay is strong not only mentally but also physically. He has always made me feel loved and safe but I know for a fact that he's not a member of gang just because he has a strong heart. I don't know much about Jay when he's working because when he comes home, he's the trustworthy brother of mine that has always been by my side. With me he's not a member of gang, but my brother.

I have never seen his face when he's dealing with his work. His expression that tells that he doesn't give a fuck about anyone or anything, I have never seen it. Not before last night, that is. It was my first time seeing him working. His presence wasn't that of my brother. The cold presence that he gave away was that of a gang member.

That stern face that he had made when he looked at him had surprised me. His cold eyes had made me hold my breath, but that is not what had got me so fascinated. Instead of feeling surprised at finding a side of my brother that I have never seen before, I was more taken by him.

My eyes were focused on him.

And only him. That man who my brother called a savage. But how could he call such an gorgeous man a savage. I admit that the man was dirty an all, but that surely wasn't his fault. Beneath all that dirt is a gorgeous man who could leave anyone breathless. That's how I feel.

It was his body that made me hold my breath, but his eyes were the ones that made my blood rage in my heart. Those mysterious and beautiful eyes of a dangerous man. I have never seen something like that.

I always thought that everyone looks the same. Nobody's eyes are special. But his eyes captured me. I couldn't look away from his eyes, they were fascinating. I was looking at him and he was looking at me.

But why was I so fascinated about him? I want to learn more about him. I want to and I need to.

I hear a key turning on the lock and stand up from the floor. The door opens and Jay steps inside my room, leaving the door wide open. His expression is tired and his hair is messy. He has a dark circles around his eyes and he looks like he hasn't slept at all last night and just want to hop into the bed and sleep until the next day.