Road to Utopia ( A Breddy/Twoset Fanfiction )

4. Night 1

But Edward was rather amused.

How could a man be embarrassed in the presence of another man while doing his business?

Edward just sighed and turned around.

Seeing his kidnapper's back, he then moved quickly to do his business, it was rather a hard job as his legs were still tied up tight. After, Brett coughed to get rid of the awkward atmosphere which seemed to not to lessen one bit.

"Done?" Edward said while turning to Brett.

"Y-yeah" Brett could feel his ears warming up a bit, but he discarded it as his body reacting to those painful torments, making him sick.

Edward then inspected the area once more and lifted Brett up again, heading towards the truck.

Brett just remained still, in fear of getting the man angry.

Edward placed him at the back, tore a tape and securely double taped Brett again, but when his hands brushed the bruised cheeks of his victim, he couldn't help but noticed that he was getting doubtfully hot, he placed his hand to Brett's forehead, but there was no evident sign of fever.

"Are you feeling sick?" Edward asked, because he knew it would be a hassle if his victim dies now.

"Nod if its a yes"

Brett then uncertainly shook his head, feeling himself fine exempting the fact that he was feeling a bit out of place by the second.

Edward then heaved a sigh and then walked out, closing the door securely. He then drove for another few good hours and finally reached his hideout without any problem. This place was so deserted and secure that Edward lived in this place, he preferred to get away from the world and just be with himself and of course, with the regrets that haunted him.

He opened the door to the back of the truck, expecting Brett to be asleep as he went quiet all through the ride. He saw Brett, who looked as if he was still sleeping. He went inside, making his footsteps a bit loud to let him know his presence but the man laid still.

He then kicked him a bit softer than he expected but the man didn't budge, Edward then had this off-feeling that something was not right; he then grabbed Brett, shaking him to wake him up, but he saw Brett had clots of blood, staining the tape to his mouth and his nose. Then terror set on Edward, lifting the man up quickly, opened the door and laid him down on his bed.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! Shit!"

He untied Brett, rummaged through his cabinets and got the medicines which he then injected it into him. He then cleaned him a bit with damp warm towels and changed his clothes which seemed to be awfully huge for him, and then he finally had the IV fluids going. He checked his temperature which didn't seem to go down and Brett was panting a bit, hot breaths still escaping through his mouth.

Edward covered half of his body with the blanket and just stared at him sitting at the edge of the bed.

How can a man be this feeble? He looks like a sick cat, pale too..

Edward could feel exhaustion taking over him, he concluded to sleep for a bit but as he was about to sleep, the sleeping man muttered

"i...no..it hurts..please.. s-stop"

Tears started to drip down Brett's face, his face looked so disturbed; distraught which made Edward wondered what he was dreaming. Brett started to wriggle unconsciously, tears falling down non-stop.

Edward sighed and walked closer to him, then his hand involuntarily patted Brett's back, then to stroking his head ever so gently, which seemed to calm him down a bit but he retreated his hand right away.

What was i doing? Why did i..

Edward looked at the man again, who seemed to be sleeping again now. He exhaled and decided to wash up before Brett come about.

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Brett woke up feeling so enervated and exhausted, he tried to get up but failed immensely, then he felt what was on his arms and then reality hit him. He glanced at the room, scanning around but the room seemed to be normal, no shackles, no tapes, just him on the bed. He pulled out the IV drip, feeling it throbbed.

Just then, the door opened revealing Edward with his damp hair naturally down, who was wearing regular sweatshirt and pants and for a moment Brett thought he looked like a normal guy, a decent person who was around his age for sure. Brett then realised he had been staring at him for too long and then altered his eyes away from him.

Edward then dismissed the awkward tension and walked right in, closer to Brett and softly placed his hand on his forehead, checking if he was still sick. Brett's breath hitched at the unforeseen touch, he could feel his ears starting to be a bit warmer than usual, just like that last time.

"Hmm, seems like your fever's gone" said Edward while sitting on the bed.

Brett then couldn't help but stare at the man in front of him, whose hair almost hide all his eyebrows then their gazes met, neither of them knew what it was but both stood frozen not averting their eyes.

Brett could feel himself being absorbed into those dark yet calming eyes and the other man was enchanted by those soft and gentle ones that had been staring at him. Edward seemed to figure out the situation, he retrieved his hand from him and quickly turned aside in which Brett just looked down towards his hand, but his hastily beating heart couldn't calm down at all.

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