Keith's Perspective

Now that I had calmed down and I was cleaning the dishes contently, Pico was searching online for the preferred jobs we had talked about to each other. So far it was mostly fast food restaurants I could work at, sometimes more prestigious places like Olive Garden. I've never really been a fan of them or their food, but He told me the pay was pretty good and the benefits were nice. I suppose I'll have to look into it, it's more than minimum wage and sounds like a cleaner environment than fast food places. I can put up with snobbery if it means cooking for customers and helping my boyfriend pay rent. Pico leaned over me and kept scrolling around on his phone. "I bet being a barkeep is shitty, I'm probably gonna be a barista instead. Drinks are my specialty, alcohol or not." He said while slumping on me, making me feel the brunt of his weight on my weaker spine. "O-ow- babe-." I alerted him, which caused him to carefully pull off of me. "Sorry cutie, forgot you were little and twiggy." He commented and kissed my cheek. "Am not!" I denied, laughing when he smothered me in kisses. "Are too blueberry boy. You're my sweet little fragile blueberry." He said warmly while giving me loving kisses. I accepted the gestures of love and smiled. "If you insist." I mumbled, leaning closer in hopes of getting more kisses. Pico noticed my obvious request for attention and set down his phone, bending down. "Does my midget want some love?" He teased, placing his hands on my hips and slowly undoing my belt. Though I was insulted by being called a midget, I shyly nodded and smiled when I was showered in love and attention, getting kisses and loving strokes all over me. It made me feel so special and happy. That is, until the mischievous ginger picked me up and set me on the light green countertop. He then tilted my head up and slouched, moving closer every second. I've gotten so many kisses from him, yet my heart is still jumping out of my chest. I shrunk back a bit instinctively, feeling timid about the impending kiss. He grinned and bent over me, pinning me down with a strong force. The blood forcing me to blush then re-coordinated somewhere else, making me feel even more flustered. "You can't run from my kisses baby, you asked for it~." He purred out as he got closer and closer. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my veins and my heartbeat going ninety miles a minute.

I know I could push him away, but I was so in to this dominated feeling. I quivered slightly as he gently kissed my lips, not sure what to do except follow my urges. I mustered up enough unmelted brain power to move and rested my legs on his loose jeans. My heart-rate shot through the roof and I jumped when I heard a loud thud from the bedroom. The bedroom had a window. I stared at Pico frightened, seeming as I was not a fan of getting kidnapped, stolen from, or killed. Pico gently hugged me and whispered comfortingly to me to prevent my panic attack, then grabbing a knife from the open utensils drawer. There's no way it's a coincidence that people broke in just a few hours ago, something bad must be happening. I carefully hopped off of the counter and watched as Pico went to investigate in the hall. Once the man who kept me safe and secure feeling was out of my sight, I could feel my hands and feet shaking. My panic attack set in and I got behind the counter of the kitchen, trying to stay hidden as I breathed quickly, feeling as though I would hyperventilate to the point of passing out. I definitely do not do well in situations like dangerous confrontation, I never have. I tried my best to slow down and relax, hugging myself and rocking a little. I almost never get panic attacks, so the face that I was even having one made me more stressed and panic-y. This got progressively worse to the point that I had gone to taking shallow, quick breathes and I was holding back tears. I could barely hear anything due to my freak out, so I was startled when a figure walked up to me. I pushed myself back more against the corner and cried as my arm was yanked. I then did the only irrational thing I could do in this state. I forced myself up while my arm was still being tightly gripped and rammed into the abductor blindly, feeling a painful force as both my attacker and I hit the counter full force. It wasn't nearly as bad for me as it was for them, because their spine got hit directly by the edge of the counter. I then quickly yanked my arms away while I had the chance and kicked then in the stomach, getting almost no resistance to the already dazed person. Before my meltdown could make me completely immobile, I ran outside of the front door and was comforted by the neighbors who had already called the cops upon the commotion.

I stumbled and ended up getting hugged and comforted by someone who felt weirdly familiar. Memories from back in high-school, but not the present. I just gratefully accepted the hug and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. I could have died or gotten kidnapped, or tortured or worse. After a minute or two of being soothed, I had calmed my breathing enough to speak. "Wh-o.. Are y-ou?" I asked shakily, looking at the kind person. She was in a black outfit with a hot pink highlight finish, and a golden belt on. "Oh I'm Nene, I'm Pico's friend back from high-school. I live in the apartment across the way, but I'm rarely ever actually here." She said while helping me stand. I was still shaking and needed support. "More importantly, how are you feeling?" She asked and gave me an extra comfort hug. I gladly accepted it and sighed in relief. "I'm o-okay, just.. Shaken... I-I'm worried about Pico." I said and sniffled, hugging Nene tighter. "Oh don't worry about him, he's more than capable of defending himself. Those miscreants will be begging for mercy by the end of it, I assure you." She told me and allowed me to put on her jacket. It was cold, especially for me. "Hey weren't you that girl who uhh.. Liked collecting knives-?" I said awkwardly and unsurely. To my surprise she grinned and pulled out a small but sharp knife. "I never stopped kid." She said proudly and then put it away. "O-oh- nice-." I said and looked back at the apartment door. I hope he's okay. After the cops arrived, they entered the apartment cautiously and apprehended the fiends inside. I looked around worriedly for Pico to come out, tearing up. "Wh-where is-." I was cut off by my own terrified shock to see Pico being carefully carried out with a stab wound on his leg. I followed him along to the ambulance and panicked. Pico, who was half conscious and in unbearable pain, still attempted to comfort me. This sounded like a bunch of drunken burbles that ended with him passing out. It still made me feel better, because despite his pain he was trying to put me first. I sat silently in the ambulance and watched as he was patched up and given a temporary IV.