#olthread

Oliver was just curled up in his favorite hair reading an old book as a record played int he background. Connor was getting in a new shipment of Bourbon today and had to over see that so Ollie would be left along, having to mind himself for hours. He wasn’t upset about it, the young boy loved his alone time, but he had grown to love time with Connor more. 

That’s why he was looking up excitedly as the doorknob jiggled. “Con!” He exclaimed, moving to put down his book and went to open the door. When he opened it it wasn’t Connor, he didn’t know them. But they didn’t look happy. One of the two men lunged at Oliver and he slammed the door, but it was just kicked open. The kid scrambled backwards, knocking over the lamp, and the table, books flying everywhere was the men came after him. Oliver screamed as one took a hold of him. Nails scraped against the floor, leaving deep marks as he was dragged.

It seemed the men were done with his struggling because Oliver’s small body was thrown, slamming him into a counter, the back of his head hitting the edge. He passed out from the blunt force trauma, blood being left dripping down the wood when he was hauled up into one of the mans arms. He lay there limply as they carried him out,leaving the apartment a mess, not even caring for the trail off blood that dripped from Oliver’s head. 

There was a car door slamming, then the backfire of a van in the ally and then they were gone. And so was Oliver.

Mickey looked down at his wrist, then back up at the other male. “Did your-?” He looked at the other’s wrist and couldn’t help his smile. He’d always looked forward to meeting his soulmate, wanting a love like his parents’. “I’m Mickey.” He smiled warmly and held his hand out.