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TW: Stalkers?? Death??
dead story I just made up // p messed up
You can rate, but this was just my tired bored midnight writing
Forever Mine
Jake stared through the window at the young sleeping boy. The boy was curled on his side, his curly red hair spread around his head on the pillow like a halo. Jake felt his lips twist into an almost demented smile. Right now, with the window unlocked, he could take him
take him
and he could steal him away from this cruel work. The boy would be
his.
But, he would have to wait. There's no way he had the items for the kidnapping just yet. So he settled for sitting and watching. He smiled fondly, disgustingly so, at the pure boy, watching as he rolled over and let out a whine. His ears perked at the noise. The boy in bed shifted as though stirring, and Jake gasped, looking at the sky. He hadn't noticed the sunrise. He needed to get out before the boy came out for his morning tea.

Jake jumped from the balcony into the bushes, and scampered off. He was glad he was a neighbor, and that his home was so close, so he could stay longer. He climbed up the rope hanging from his own second story window, entering and rolling up the rope. He slid it under his bed, huffing. He straightened, and decided to change out of his black outfit. He quickly changed into a blue bro tank and beige cargo shorts. He slid on some blue Nikes, folding up his black clothes and putting them under the bed next to the rope. He brushed his teeth and hair, and headed downstairs. Time for school.

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Jake groaned, waking up from falling asleep in the middle of grammar. The girl who sat next to him, Amanda, had poked his arm. He blinked groggily at her, before realizing everyone was leaving. He huffed and began to pack up his books and folder. He rubbed his eye before slinging his bookbag into his shoulder.

Of course sleeping in class was bad. But he wouldn't... he couldn't give up his nightly hobby. He would never, not even if it meant his death. He smiled, and went to his locker to change out his books. He noticed a little red head by his locker, wearing a pink skirt and with blouse. He smiled.

"Good morning, Oliver." He said kindly. Oliver looked up at him with a jump, before relaxing and giving a smile that melted Jake's heart. Oliver nodded softly.

"Good morning, Jake." He replied. They stood in comfortable silence before Oliver walked away with his necessary books. Jake watched him go. Huh. Maybe the silence only gave him comfort. Still, his eyes wandered lower on Oliver's back, face flushing by the time the little boy turned the corner. He turned back to his locker, snatching his books and closing the door, hurrying to class with a red face.

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Gym. A good class, Jake admitted. Today all the were doing was rock climbing. Jake watched the others until he was attracted to a side conversation. He knew the voices, so there was no need to turn around.

"Hey, hot stuff." The football team's quarterback, Gregg Tenerfold. He had a smooth, deep voice. Jake had to say, he was hot.

"Oh! Hello, Gregg!" A timid, small voice came. The school's sweetheart book nerd, Oliver Hymun. Jake tensed.

"Hey, you wanna meet me after school at maybe 5:30? I wanna have a more private conversation with you." Gregg purred, and Jake gritted his teeth. He was talking to Jake's beloved boy.

"Oh? Sure, Gregg." Oliver said, and Jake could hear the smile in his voice. It was painful. He tried so hard not to interrupt.

"See you at the alleyway behind school, sweet cheeks." Gregg said, walking off. Jake snapped. He hadn't felt like this. This bubbling rage where he just wanted to kill. Primal rage, one would say. But it was more. This was Jake's love that Gregg had the audacity to try to play with. This wouldn't be pretty.

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Jake came to the back alleyway at 4:45, ready to fight. He hid, rope in hand. He stood there, hidden next to the furnace, for about five minutes. Then he saw it. Gregg approaching. He smiled. Show time. After Gregg had stood for a moment and checked his phone, he padded to him. Gregg looked up.

"Oh? Uhm, hey dud-" he was cut of by Jake crashing into him, knocking them both down and making Gregg lose his breath. "What? What th-" Jaje again cut off the jock, tying the rope around his neck. He pulled, watching the jock struggle with the arms pinned under Jake's knees.

Jake watched the shade of Gregg's face get darker and darker. He smiled sadistically. He was crushing
Crushing crushing crushingcrushingcrushingcrushing
this fool with his utter strength and it felt great. No longer would anyone steal Oliver from him. He didn't stop when Gregg went limp, when blood dripped from his lip to the concrete. He didn't stop when his hands ached from rope burn. He didn't stop when Gregg's body stopped spazzing. He stopped at random, letting out a low chuckle. He stood, shaking with held in laughter. He turned, open img the furnace and watching the flames for a moment.

He spun back around and picked up Gregg's body, tossing it into the furnace. He closed the doors, nose wrinkling at the smell of burning flesh. He stood for a moment, ears perking at the mesmerizing sound of a voice. He turned to see the little red head. "Huh? Oh, hi Jake. Do you know where Gregg is?" The young boy asked, staring up at Jake.

"Dead." Silence. "I killed him for you." He said monotonous, though there was a ridiculous smirk on his lips.

"C-come on, Jakey. Stop joking aro-" He was cut off by Jake shouting.

"I'm not joking!" He looked up to see a horrified Oliver. He edged closer, Oliver still frozen. He placed his hands on Oliver's. "I didn't it for you. Everything for you. That idiot doesn't deserve you." He leaned down, kissing Oliver. Oliver placed his hands flat on Jake's chest, not kissing back. Jake pulled away with a smile. "Now, let's go." Oliver stared at him, terrified.

"What? No!" Oliver cried. Jake tsked, shaking his head. He picked up the small boy, unaffected but his kicks and punches. But his wails hurt him. The cries and sobbing of the boy shook him. But he shook his head. Oliver loved him. He opened the car door, putting Oliver in. Oliver struggled until Jake used the same rope he used to kill Gregg to tie Oliver's hands together. He pulled out extra rope, tying his feet. Oliver struggled, even kicking Jake's face once. Jake slammed the door, walking around and getting in the driver's seat.

"I'm so glad no one is around her near 5:30. Everyone's at the soccer game." He hummed, buckling in. He leaned over, buckling in the sobbing boy.

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After a short car ride, Jake pulled into his garage. He closed the garage door, turned off the cat, and got out. He went around to help Oliver out, and picked him up. He carried him inside, smiling. No parents, no roommate, no problem. He carried Oliver up to his room, laying him on the bed. He laid next to him, taking the shivering boy in his embrace.

"God, I love you, Oliver. Do you know how often I watch you sleep? So beautiful. If do anything for you, you know? Well, except for let you go. But don't worry. You'll be safe here. I'll protect you, and we'll fall in love. You'll be with me here....
Forever Mine."