Page 49 of The Collector


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Panic set in. Was his father trying to kill him? Using all of the strength he could muster, he pushed his father’s weight off of himself and crawled out from under his body.

He spun around and glared at his father. Then he saw it. The tiny flicker of light against the metal surface in his father’s hand.

A letter opener.

His father stabbed him with a fucking letter opener!

He glanced down at his shoulder and was shocked by the large amount of blood pouring from the tiny stab wound.

Fuck!

Levi ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Better to be safe in case that drunken asshole tried to come after him again.

He grabbed a hand towel and applied pressure to his shoulder. Pain shot through his arm when he put pressure on the wound.

Bang!

His father’s body banged against the bathroom door.

“Let me ins!” he shouted, as his father beat the door with his fists.

Levi stood away from the door, terrified, and waited in silence. The banging on the door eventually faded, being replaced by the sound of clothing sliding against the surface of the door.

“I hate you, you fuckin’ fag. Come out here so I can stab those fuckin’ eyes from your head! Those are your mamma’s eyes! She gave them to you. Now you gonna use them to attract other men, then let them men stick their dicks up yer ass until they’re done! Give me back your mamma’s eyes!” His father let out one last growl before bursting into sobs against the bathroom door.

That was the moment when Levi realized he would never again be safe living under the same roof as his alcoholic father. The out-of-control violence and hatred shown tonight was just a glimpse of things to come if he stayed. He couldn’t take that chance.

The next morning, he grabbed whatever cash he could find hidden in jars around the house and said goodbye to his father’s passed-out body. He slung his ratty duffel bag over his shoulder and left the two-bedroom apartment they shared for the very last time.

Staring at the ocean-blue eyes that his mother gave him, Levi opened the contact lens case and fished out the contacts that would give him the seductive violet eyes that he would use to seduce men. Men that, as his father would say, would use him until they were good and satisfied.

Placing his protective lens over his eyes, he stared at the tantalizing orbs that stared back at him. These were the eyes of power. These were the eyes of control. These were the eyes that made men weak in their knees and hard in their pants. Yes, men gave him their dicks, but it was he who selected which men had the honor of filling his body.

Touching the piece of missing flesh from his shoulder, Levi walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, ready to conquer the world.

Just as Levi emerged from the ensuite bathroom, his bedroom door flew open, and a smiling Isaac came running in like the devil was on his heels.

The door slammed shut behind him.

“Protect me!” he shouted, grabbing Levi by the waist and throwing them both on the bed.

The blue-haired ball of energy quickly grabbed the duvet and threw it over their heads. He held Levi and pulled him close to his body.

“What the fuck?” Levi asked, chuckling at the hurricane that had just stormed into his bedroom.

“Jared. Mad,” Isaac chuckled as he buried his face into Levi’s bare chest.

“Where is he?” an angry Jared shouted.

“Oh, shit. He sounds pissed,” Levi chuckled. “What did you do?”

Whenever Isaac or Levi did something that annoyed Jared or one of the older boys, they always sought protection from one another. They were each other’s “guardians,” so to speak.

“I may have slipped a Viagra into Jared’s water bottle when he was about to go for his morning run,” Isaac giggled.

Levi burst out laughing. “Yup, you’re dead. Was nice knowing you, buddy. Can I have your PlayStation once we bury your body?”

“Fuck that, I’m burying that baby with me when I die.”

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