Brown-Eyed Boy novel Chapter 5

The kind of attention he is capturing in this place is going to be quite problematic.

LIAM POV

Mathew and I were having dinner quietly, when one of the men from my previous cell approached our table. He took a seat directly opposite to me. I ignored him, acting like his presence didn't scare, but my heart was thumping like crazy.

He grabbed my hand and demanded I join their table, but I declined calmly. He squeezed my hand painfully, and were it not for the guard, who showed up on time, he would have probably broken a bone or two.

He sat back to his table, begrudgingly keeping his unwavering gaze on me. I lost my appetite. Once Mathew was done with his food, I hurriedly followed him closely. I emptied my tray and scurried out of the cafeteria.

I kept glancing over my shoulder, to make sure no one was following me. I bumped into someone. He roughly pushed me and I landed on my ass with a cry.

I slowly raised my painful body off the ground wincing. I had barely held a stable footing when a hard punch to my stomach sent me staggering back.

Matthew tried stepping closer to my aid, but his frail body got pinned on the opposite wall. "Leave him alone." I wailed out.

I didn't know how bad of a decision it was, to talk, until a kick on my legs landed me down again.

I desperately tried to think of something that could get me out of my situation, but nothing came to mind. I decided to shield my head from the oncoming kicks and punches. Fighting back wasn't an option, I would only guarantee my death. The block of man towering over me was the same one who had spanked my ass in block 3.

From my position on the ground, I saw Matthew limping away and hoped it was to get a guard.

I squeezed my eyes shut and silently willed myself to not shed a tear. A smack on my back forced me to open my eyes, as immense pain sliced through my body.

He must have used his whole dinner to deliver the beating because I felt like a truck had run me over. He scurried away when we heard heavy thudding heading our way. I slowly dragged myself and leaned against the wall. I felt wet on my face. I shakily traced my fingers over the spot and there was blood. A Lot of it.

It got worse as I harshly emptied the little I had eaten on the floor. I gasped for air, in desperate need of water. I could feel my energy draining out, but I didn't dare voice my cry. Silent tears were just flowing because I couldn't stop them. The pain was just too intense, so I closed my eyes a little to relieve the pain and woke up 4 hours later.

He positioned me in the middle of the bed, with my back pivoted at an angle. I grunted in pain when my back hit the soft mattress.

"Thank you," I managed to whimper.

I thought he would leave right after, but he surprised me by standing there staring.

It was as if he was trying to figure me out.

I felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny and got more conscious as seconds ticked by.

I coughed awkwardly and that seemed to break whatever gazing fetish he seemed to have.

"Sorry." He mumbled and with nothing in mind to say, I simply glared at my iv drip. I wanted him to leave but at the same time, his presence made me feel safe somehow. If that even makes sense.