#oc jonah

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‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

Woken by the loud swearing, Jonah turned his head just a tiny bit to see what was going on, too scared to turn around completely.

‘Where are those fucking pills?!’

It took Vincent way too long to realise that he had taken the last one right before he met Jonah and in his anticipation he had forgotten to buy new ones. So this was all the boy’s fault. Glaring at him, he crawled back under the covers, massaging his right temple.

‘Don’t you dare talk to me,’ he hissed.

Jonah almost answered that he hadn’t intended to do so, but stopped himself just in time. Maybe Vincent would spare him today and he could just lie here and rest for once. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. Only minutes later he was fast asleep again.

The next time he woke up, Vincent was curled up under the duvet, his skin unnaturally pale and his lips trembling - but at least he wasn’t awake. Jonah started shifting uncomfortably; Vincent still locked the steel collar around his neck every night, but usually he took it off in the morning so he could use the bathroom and get dressed. Today though… If this really was a migraine attack, it could last up to three days; what was he supposed to do in the meantime? He couldn’t have him chained to the bed all along, could he? He rolled over onto his back again; the more he thought about it, the more his body ached from being forced to keep still. How long could he bear to lie down like this? Again, he turned around to relieve the pressure on his neck, the chain clinking softly as he moved.

‘Oh, for God’s sake, didn’t I tell you to be quiet?’

Vincent’s eyes seemed to stare holes into his body as he took a look over his shoulder.

‘I’m sorry,’ Jonah whispered, ‘But I… please, could you take the collar off and let me go to the bathroom? I swear you won’t hear a single noise from me afterwards…’

He already tried to hide his head behind his arms as if he was preparing for the punch he expected to receive for his plea. Vincent just sighed though, reached over to his nightstand and picked up the key.

‘Come here,’ he mumbled, making a faint gesture.

As soon as Jonah obeyed and crawled over to his side of the bed he unlocked the collar and put the key back into the drawer.

Totally bewildered, the young man stared at him, not moving an inch.

‘What are you waiting for? Go ahead and leave me alone, I don’t want to hear a single noise from you today, just… ahhhh…,’ he moaned, pressing a hand against his head again, ‘just shut up and get away from me.’

Jonah kept staring. Did he mean that? Was he really allowed to move freely around the house?

‘I’m not telling you twice,’ Vincent hissed. ‘But keep in mind that the security system is armed - if you try to leave, I’ll catch you and make sure you’ll never go anywhere again.’

Not willing to push his luck Jonah hurried out of the room and down the stairs while Vincent already crawled back under the duvet.

‘Huh… smashing your legs would definitely be a perfect distraction…,’ he murmured as he closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep.

Right now, smashing his own head against the wall seemed to be the better option, though. He needed his meds, but he couldn’t leave the house in this state. There was only one thing he could do. Trying to move as little as possible, he searched for his phone and started typing. It was only a short text, but even this effort left him breathless, his head swirling. Was there anything he could do to numb the pain? Caffeine might help, but the sheer thought of getting something into his stomach made him sick. Stop thinking, he scolded himself, you need to rest, you....

Just seconds later he jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom.

Downstairs, Jonah had taken advantage of the current situation and made himself breakfast with all the things he usually wasn’t allowed to eat when Vincent was there too. How long had it been since he had something sweet? Honey? Hot chocolate? If his captivity had taught him one thing, it was enjoying the simple things in life, especially after having his jaw wired shut for weeks. Still, this was only a scant consolation compared to regaining his freedom. He stared out of the window; by now he knew that Vincent wasn’t joking when he threatened him - even if he wouldn’t hurt him himself, there was still Domenic.

Suddenly a loud noise from upstairs made Jonah flinch. Had Vincent changed his mind? Was he coming for him now? He bolted down the last piece of toast and hurried to clean up the kitchen table, holding his breath as he waited for Vincent to come down - but no-one came. The top floor was perfectly quiet again. Instead, he heard a faint noise coming from the front door - someone had entered the house! Jonah didn’t know what to do and pressed himself against the wall, anxiously peeking into the living room.

‘What are you doing here?’

Domenic was standing right in front of him, eyeing him suspiciously.

‘Trying to run again, huh?’

‘No, I-’

‘You know what happens when you’re lying, don’t you? Shut up and get back into your room!’

He grabbed his arm and dragged the struggling young man upstairs, shoving him into the tiny cell next to the staircase.

Jonah panicked, kicked Domenic’s leg and even tried to bite him to keep him from locking him up in that terrible room. Unfortunately, his screams had woken Vincent who stepped into the hallway with one hand still pressed against his temple.

‘Nic, thank goodness you’re finally here,’ he said in a low voice before turning to Jonah. ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake, lock him up already, if I hear him screaming just once more I’ll cut his fucking throat! I just want to be left alone, okay?’

Ripping the pills out of Domenic’s hand, he retreated into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

***

'Holy shit,' Jonah gasped and pressed himself against the wall.

'What is it?' Vincent asked anxiously, 'Jonah, please tell me this isn't what I think it is…'

'German Shepherd,' he confirmed, 'A very angry German Shepherd…and it is approaching us.’

‘Awww, stop calling him it, his name is Dexter and he just wants to play with you!’

‘But we don’t want to play with your fucking mutt,’ Vincent hissed and crawled back into his corner, pale from fear.

‘Dexter - attack!’

Both men screamed as the dog started running towards them. He seemed to have realised that Vincent panicked and turned on him first, snapping at him until he got hold of the man's arm. He tried to fight him off, but since he couldn’t see anymore, he had gotten completely helpless; even if his hands hadn’t been bound, he wouldn’t have been able to defend himself. The more he screamed, the more aggressive the dog got, holding onto his arm as if he wasn’t going to ever let him go again.

Crouching in the utmost corner of the cell to avoid getting in contact with that vicious dog, Jonah stared at Vincent in terror. His screams made him even more aggressive, especially now that he was already drawing blood.

‘Stop that!’ Jonah yelled at Domenic, who leaned against the doorframe and watched with an expression of delight. ‘It’s going to kill him!’

‘Oh, if Vinnie-boy doesn’t stop screaming and lashing out he might, that’s right. Maybe tell your boyfriend to calm down?’

‘He’s terrified!’

‘Haha, yeah!’ Domenic giggled, ‘It’s a sight to behold.’

Jonah knew it was the wrong thing to do. That it would get him hurt. And that the person lying on the floor and fighting with the dog was the person who tortured him for more than a year. But he couldn’t watch this any longer without interfering. He got up, took a run and jumped onto the dog, who immediately let go of Vincent’s arm and tried to bite Jonah instead, but to everybody’s surprise, he knew how to handle him.

Domenic rolled his eyes.

‘You’re being a killjoy again, baby boy. Dexter - drop! Heel!’

The dog snarled one last time, then he returned to his owner and followed him out of the cell.

***

After watching the sunset through the huge window right next to their bed and eating a few crackers, Jonah decided to sleep early; this way, he wouldn’t have to talk to Vincent again when he returned from his company event. He was a tiny bit annoyed that he couldn’t change into his pyjamas and had to sleep in his jeans and button-down shirt now, but sharing a bed with Vincent while only wearing his briefs wasn’t an alternative either.

He woke up in the middle of the night to a loud noise coming from downstairs

‘Jonah!’

That was Vincent. Why did he call him, he knew that he was in the bedroom, had to be in the bedroom!

‘JONAH!’

He was talking in a slurred voice and seemed to be angry. Jonah sat up and stared at the bedroom door in fear. He had never seen Vincent drunk and he already knew that this was anything but good…

‘I’m in the bedroom!’ he shouted.

‘Come down!’

‘I can’t!’

‘You do what I say!’

‘Vincent, you chained me to the bed, I can’t come down!’

The ground floor remained silent for a while, then he heard a clatter on the stairs until Vincent appeared in the door frame, almost toppling over.

‘What are you doing there? Why are you dressed? Did you try to run away?’

‘Vincent, you chained me to the bed before you left, I can’t get up and so I couldn’t change into my pyjamas either before I went to sleep,’ Jonah tried to calm him down and held up the chain. ‘See?’

‘You’re lying.’

‘No, I’m not, I’m-’

‘Shut up! You did that yourself, if I did that I would have a key on me! And I don’t have a key! Damn, didn’t think I’d leave early, huh? Take off that chain and kneel, this won’t go unpunished.’

‘I don’t have a key! You took it with you when you left!’

It took him a while, but finally he managed to turn the pockets of his trousers inside out.

‘See? No key, you fucking liar!’

He lunged out and hit Jonah’s face. Once. Twice. Three times.

‘I was just sitting here!’ the younger one yelled and tried to duck away to escape the blows, but Vincent crawled onto the bed and kept hitting him.

In his despair, Jonah pushed him away. Vincent tumbled, got caught in the bedsheets and fell off the bed. The younger one huddled up on the far end of the bed and kept watching for his captor to get up again, but he remained on the floor, not moving and finally silent. He had never seen him drunk before and what he had just experienced had scared him. Maybe things would be better when he woke up tomorrow… The only thing he knew was that it was going to be a long night.

***