Part 3

JC was "working" the next time he saw the blonde man from before. Though he was just sitting there doing nothing while the assistant manager worked the machinery. He wasn't getting paid anyway.

The tall man had walked up to him, sneering. "1 hour." he said and JC nodded turning around, putting the camera into an envelope and then placing that into a slot. He took it out quickly, though, before reaching underneath him and took a pen.

"Whats your name?"

The blonde man was silent and until JC raised his head it didn't look like he was going to answer.

"Chris."

JC rolled his eyes. He couldn't help it.

"Last name?"

The tall man looked at him and JC had to resist the urge to ask him what the hell he was staring at.

"Clit." JC snorted, shaking his head and scribbled the name down before sliding it into the slot again.

"That's 24.99." he said and the man was still glaring at him when he reached into his pocket. JC rolled his eyes again.

$25 dollars was pushed to him and when JC looked up, the stranger was still staring at him. JC could only take so much.

"What the hell are you staring at?" he asked and the man gave him a sly smile.

"Whats your name?"

JC crossed his arms. "I asked you first."

The man laughed. "Ah, so we're in the 3rd grade again?"

"Isn't that where you belong?" JC replied lamely and that only produced a little laugh.

"A bitch ass like you got a boyfriend?" The young man looked like he was experimenting.

JC's eyes widened and he looked down, clenching his fists at his sides. Talk about a lucky guess. "You're done here you can go now." he replied, his teeth grinding.

The man's eyes lit up and he leaned on the counter. "Ah, so we have a faggy on our hands." he laughed and JC cringed.

"Look, get the hell outta here alright?"

Saff came out a minute later, scolding everyone in the room for the noise.

The man left with a grim smile and JC glared at him as hard as he could. When the blonde was gone, he exhaled deeply, noting that if this mysterious guy was in any way help to him, then this was going to be much harder than he had expected.

JC walked in his house a little apprehensive when he noticed his bedroom light was on. He crept silently in, his eyes searching hurriedly for something solid. He cursed, then reaching, took a steak knife, twisting it in his hand.

Then the light snapped off and JC jumped back, straight into the arms of someone. He turned around rapidly, his heartbeat off the scale and was met with darkness. He kept his hands by his sides and blinked profusely, trying to make out the figure in front of him.

"Well hello princess."

JC gasped as the lights flickered on and a devilish smile greeted him. It was the light skinned man from earlier.

From behind him a man stepped out from his room, this one a dark skinned man with long curly hair that was in a pony tail. JC was still holding his breath.

"What do you think you're doing here?" he asked and thanked god that his voice didn't tremble like his hands were.

The blonde man ignored him and turned to his friend. He nodded towards the door. "You get anything?"

The man shook his head, throwing JC a sneer as he passed the two and walked right out the door. The man blocking JC's escape turned gleaming eyes towards him.

"What are you?"

JC scoffed and tried to side step him. The younger one stepped in front of him, still smiling.

"Ha, yeah. Its best you answer me."

JC narrowed his eyes. "Fuck you I don't..." he trailed off when his companion shook his head and reached in his pocket for something. What he came out with made JC gasped. They had gone through his stuff.

"You want these?" he asked, dangling the letters in front of the brunette's face. "Tell me. What are you doing here?"

"I just." JC shifted underneath the man's stare. "I just moved here-"

"That doesn't answer my question, bitch."

JC cleared his throat. "So I'm not allowed to live here suddenly?"

The man shook his head. "No you aren't, especially if you are rollin' with the po-pos."

JC kept his eyes on the letters. "Wh-who said I was with them?"

The man smiled and leaned close, his breath fanning over JC's red cheeks. "You did, baby." he whispered and JC tensed.

Suddenly, there was noise from the front and both men turned back to the kitchen area.

"Justin, you coming?"

As soon as the words left the other man's mouth the blonde had dropped the letters and backed away from JC, his eyes widening and then squinting into a harsh glare.

"Fuck." cursed the other man as he bolted out of the apartment. "Justin" turned and pinned JC with steady eyes.

"Name's not Justin-"

"Bullshit." JC smiled, an evil smug one. "Busted."

Justin was on him quick and he was pressing into spots he shouldn't have been, but he was doing it for different reasons. Ones that made JC frightened with worry.

From his waist the blonde produced a shiny revolver. He held it up to JC's throat easily and the brunette gulped loudly.

"You fucking talk to me like that again." The gun lowered and now pressed against the front of JC's pants. "And I'll fucking blow your nuts off." JC looked at Justin with still eyes. He was scared but he tried his best to hide it.

Justin stepped off of him, pushing him so he slumped to the floor. "I'm watching you, know that." The tall man started to walk away and then turned around, glaring. He turned to the pantry, picking out an elegant wine glass. It was one of JC's favorites. Maybe that's what Justin used for incentive. Though, JC rationalized absently, the blonde couldn't have known.

He twisted the stem in his hand before tossing it over to JC, the opaque crystal glass shattering before JC's eyes.

Justin pointedly stared at JC for a moment longer before walking out the door, slamming it for effect.

JC slouched down and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of a car reving up. He closed his eyes, rubbing a hand over his forehead.

Then it hit. This Justin guy had been in his house. He had broken in and suddenly fear slid up his spine and he furrowed his brow.

He'd admit it. He was scared.

Part 4
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