Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Matt

Part Eleven

I sat on Lincoln's sofa eight hours later, still going over in my head at what the hell is fucking going on. I mean where the fuck are they? Where's that Dan guy? Where in the hell is anyone? Even Zeke was in a panic, so much so that his medicine had started wearing off. We weren't sure if it was because he needed something stronger or if it was too stressful of a situation for him, that now he was hiding again up in my room.

Time was ticking, so was my jaw. I kept looking at the clock, waiting five minutes then trying both Simon and Lincoln's phones again and again nothing. They'd either turned off their phones or they were somewhere with no service. I wasn't sure which was worse. "Fuck," I grumbled and stood and headed towards the stairs to see Zeke standing at the top, peering out the window at something. "Zeke?"

"Oh…" He squeaks. God he smelt so strong of flowers. "Sorry, but look." He pointed out the window.

I held my face in my hands and joined him at the top of the stairs. "What?" My eyes squinted and I noticed a white van parked up across the street. "Who in the hell?" I looked at Zeke and he looked back at me. This wasn't time for just looking and wondering, so I rushed from Zeke, down the stairs two at a time and through the house to the front door. I pulled the door open in a rush and it slammed against the wall. I ran out onto the drive and quickly peered up at Zeke, still at the window then back to the white van with tinted out windows. Something wasn't right and I needed to get to the bottom of this.

I left the drive, out the gates and sprinted across the road and tapped at the window. Finally after what felt like a millennia the window slid open and I came face to face with a guy. A big guy. Shaved head. Tattoo on his face. If that didn't silently tell me he was a mean fucker. "Who are you?" I asked. Blunt. I needed to know.

"Friends of your friend up there," the big guy answered with and pointed towards Zeke who was still at the window. I was silently praying he wouldn't come down here, for many reasons. "We've come to collect him. At a good price too."

"Yeah right, fuck off. He's not going anywhere with you." I backed away and kept backing away until the backs of my feet hit the pavement and I spun around and made a quick dash back to the house and slammed the door shut. "Zeke! Get in the room and lock the fucking door! Now!" I heard Zeke's footsteps and the bedroom slam shut. I breathed a sigh of relief until I heard a noise from behind me. "Please please don't be Zeke," I whispered and turned around. "Shit."

"Hello there. I bet you're wondering how did I get here when you got guys trailing my ass? Well, I have my ways too."

"Malcolm," I hissed. "Can't you just turn around and leave things be?" I knew it. The guys outside were a distraction.

"No can do you stupid prick. You've taken what's mine and I intend on taking said person back."

I was seething with anger, but what could I do when he was standing in front of me with another two guys that looked fresh out of jail holding baseball bats. "Where's Lincoln and Simon?"

"How should I know."

"Don't lie! Where are they?"

I watched Malcolm nod to one guy and he headed towards the stairs, I went to move then my body froze. "No no," He said, now pointing a gun at me. "You stay put, unless you feel like dying?"

"Please don't. Please don't take Zeke away."

"It's you who took him away from me Matthew," I gasped and gulped. How did he know my name? "You look totally mortified," then he cackled out a loud laugh. "I know all about you and Lincoln. I know everything. This is my city Matthew and you'll do well to remember that."

"Boss. He's in heat." One of the guys had Zeke slumped over his shoulder, out cold.

"That's great! Get him in the van while I deal with this fucking idiot. Oh and don't touch him in any sort of way, no matter what."

"Yes boss." Both the guys left out the back entrance. I watched them take my beautiful guy away and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, unless I felt like dying and I wasn't in the dying kind of mood. But I had to do something, anything.

"Looking for a way out?" Malcolm said, still pointing the gun at my face.

"He'll die. Do you want that?"

"I'd rather him dead than be with you. Now be a good boy Matthew and stay. Sit. Bark. I don't care. But if you follow me I'll shoot him in the brain."

My nostrils flare as anger ripped through me. I quickly fleet my eyes across the room for anything I could grab at and use. Then I noticed the half empty scotch bottle a foot from me on the breakfast bar. If I could just grab it, real quick I could throw it at him and tackle the bastard down. I shoot him a quick glance, he was backing away so I thought fuck it and made a quick dash and grab. The gun went off, but he missed by millimetres and I threw the damn bottle. It missed him but it gave me a few seconds window and I ran at him and the gun went off again. Only this time it hit and the pain burst through me. "....Ahhhh fuck!" I yelled, still holding on to him.

"Get off!"

"No!" And I put all my strength into my arms and grabbed for the gun. "I'll kill you!" But I couldn't get a hold of it, so before I even thought about it, my fist smashed into his face, knocking him on his back. It felt really good for a few brief seconds.

"Fuck...you…" He hissed and kicked out his legs getting me in the stomach. All the wind was knocked from me and he managed to get himself out of my grip. I watched him walk away. Through blurry eyes I watched as he ran out the door. This...this wasn't happening right? Then I noticed the blood pooling from under me. I needed to get up. I needed to move and get my phone. But fuck could I even do that. I couldn't save my guy. I couldn't do anything and now I was bleeding all over the damn floor. My adrenaline was pumping so hard through my body I thought I'd pass out any second and that would be it for me. I was useless, utterly fucking useless. He took my only reason for wanting to actually live in this world and there wasn't a damn thing I could do, not now. Not ever.

As the room grew dark and it felt like hours had gone by I heard a noise. "Matt….Matt…" I heard an unfamiliar voice ring in my ears. I tried to open my eyes, but even doing that was impossible. I was in agonising pain. "Matt, come on…." I felt two big hands grab at me and pull me from the floor. "You're lucky. The bleeding has stopped. He missed any vital organs, but you'll be weak. Let's get you to my car.

"Who...fuck…" I stuttered.

"Don't speak, come on." I groaned as I was helped to my feet. My vision was still blurred and I had no idea who was walking me through the house and out to a car. "Get in. We need to get you patched up."

"....Zeke..."

"We'll sort it." The guy said, and I was pushed into a land rover.

I rolled onto my back. The pain was so intense. I couldn't place where it was actually coming from. "Pain...killers." I groaned.

"You'll have some soon. Stay on your back. We are getting out of here." I closed my eyes even when the pain was still curling through me. Then I thought about Zeke. My baby. And the tears started. I couldn't hold back the wave of untapped emotions. I'll save you baby, I thought. I'll get you back from that piece of shit and then I'll kill him with my bare hands. "He’s in a bad way. I’m coming to you. We need an IV ready." I heard the guy say. I tried again to see who the voice belongs to, but I still couldn't.

Then Malcolm's face entered my mind. I hated having to look at that filth. "Say goodbye to your life, you vile bastard." I hissed before everything went dark again. So deathly dark.