The beep sound from Andrew's watch jolted him out of his thoughts. He sighed, as his body trembled slightly with vibration. He felt tense for a while, as he realized it was just an imagination.
He breathe out gently as he turned to see his stepdad sleeping soundly, his snores gentle, and not disturbing either.
He stared at him for a while, as memories of his words came knocking again. He still finds it difficult to comprehend that a man like him could not even control his feelings. He, Andrew feels trapped, but not for long. He still has to figure out a way and make him pay for what he did, in the right way of course.
He could still remember how his mother would often tell him that 'Vengeance belongs to God. Forgiveness should be what we should aim at doing because God largely forgives our sins,
He felt stuck with guilt for even imagining of killing him. It was true in one sense that he deserved to be punished especially for framing him into killing his mother. But someone like him needs to learn a lesson in the right sense.
One way or the other, he has also helped him trying all his possible best to care for all his needs. But it was all a waste to Andrew because he still felt his stepdad still has a hand in his mum's death. A phenomenal that kept stuck in his brain making it hard for him to decide.
He still finds it difficult to believe that someone like him, with a handsome face and all, was an evil genius in almost all aspects. He had tried many times to retrieve some information from his databases as well as his computer but everything was locked.
Andrew bow slightly as he said a few words of prayer. It is only up to his Grand Creator to provide his next course of action. For now, he has some work to do.
He stood up as he left the room, as he worked on some things in the dining area.
.......
The next morning, Mr. Ryan woke up with Andrew on the same bed. This only brought smile to his face, at the proximity they were in. Andrew simply slept on, being cautious too. Somehow he felt his stepdad will make a move anytime soon. A move that he felt might end him in a jeopardy.
Andrew felt his breath near his ear, making him shut his eyes tighter.
"Good morning. Hope you slept well," his voice croaky but gentle
Andrew knew he had caught him, so he just stood up slightly resting on the rim of the bed, making them a few inches apart.
"Good morning. I slept well," he simply replied.
"Urm. I can't seem to remember what happened yesterday. I guess I got drunk. Pardon me," Mr. Ryan chuckled, as Andrew simply nodded.
He moved closer, as he held Andrew's hand, making him flinch slightly, as he withdrew his hand from his.
"It seems you still want to keep moving away from me. I just want to remind you that tonight will be a special one," No one needed a psychic to reveal the true meaning behind his stepdad's words.
"No problem," he simply answered which brought a wide smile on his face, as he stood up leaving Andrew alone with his thoughts.
.........NIGHTTIME
Andrew felt quite cold with the little pieces of clothes he had on. A singlet with shorts that barely reached his knee. That was the clothes his stepdad requested he put on. 'Are they clothes?' he hissed at his thoughts.
He sat at the edge of his room, the dim light lighting up his room as well as the smell of his cologne. It was after all one of those things that left his stepdad stranded in his deadly lust for him. But the question is 'Will he give himself to him tonight?'
It was a question that he only erased off his memory. After all, he knew what he was doing. It was only for a short period.
The door opened as his stepdad walked in, a pair of trousers that hugged tightly to his body, making his lower part bulge obvious. He was putting on white linen that almost matched with his body as his chest could be seen.
Andrew felt goosebumps, as he turned his face towards another direction. He releases his breath at intervals, as he finally felt his cold hand in contact with his face. He leaned closer, as Andrew stood up immediately.
Mr. Ryan's face wore a frown, which he changed into a wry smile, as he stood up, taking one step closer to Andrew. He felt more dazed and was quite confident that nothing was going to stop him from laying down with Andrew tonight. Something he wished could happen ever since he had an obsessive feeling for him.
"Please stop. I can't."
"Why?" Came a reply from his stepdad
"Seeing you only reminds me that you caused my mum's death. And it is an abomination on my part to commit such a grave sin of homosexuality both in front of God and man,"

Andrew's lips moved slightly in an undisclosed smile as he noticed the change in his stepdad's demeanor.
"Are you kidding me? You are just playing me along all this time," he gritted his teeth, as he looked down.
Andrew's eyes ran through him as his eyes met with the bulge from his trousers, which was more obvious. He finally felt he might be losing any time soon, as he realized he might have used an Aphrodisiac, a sex-enhancing drug.
Andrew blamed himself for his failing lead and could only pray silently.
"You know what? I don't care. I am going down with you tonight whether you like it or not. As for your mother, I killed her by using you. But remember, I could have killed you too, if not for the lovesick state I had for you.
Don't let me go rough with you. Just be an obedient boy. I promise we will enjoy this night together, "Beads of sweat made way to his forehead, as his eyes turned slightly red.
Andrew felt glued for a while, happy he finally confessed, sad because he might be raped anytime soon.
Swiftly, he brought out a tiny injection as he stretched, but was cut off as it fell. His stepdad was cautious enough and knocked it off from his hand.

He growled as he held his hands. Andrew struggled as he tried to push him but he couldn't. He got a grip of his right hand as he swerved a punch at him but he held his hand immediately. Andrew raised his knee to knock him off at the place where the sun will never meet, but it seems impossible, as he held him, turning his back to face him.
"Your mum was very good when it comes to combat, but less from her son is so disheartening. I will make tonight memorable if you remain humble," he whispered, his cold breath hitting Andrew's right ear, as he whimpered.
He tried forcing himself out of his grip, but it was not helping. Instead, all he could feel was his bulge against his shorts.
In no time he pushed him as he fell on the bed, making his eyes feel weary for a while.
Everything quietened down immediately as he turned to see his stepdad on the floor. Andrew's heart leaped with joy as he saw his friends and two cops with him.

He jumped as they had a group hug.
"Thank you so many guys," he appreciated, as they disengaged
"I guess your mixture came in handy," Andrew smiled, as he saw the tiny needle stuck to the arm of his stepdad
It was one he created some weeks while in the Chemistry Laboratory. Once snuck to someone's body either through throw or as contact creates weakness, and makes the body numb.
"Yeah, you are quite good with the throw, considering the little distance," Joy complemented as Kevin smiled.
The cops dragged Mr. Ryan off his feet. He could not even move any part of his body. Hurt ran through his eyes as he realized he was fooled all the time.
"Mr. Ryan, you are under arrest for the murder of Mrs. Carter, as well as the forced rape of a teenage boy," Mr. Ryan simply gritted his teeth as he stared at Andrew.
"The Battle is not yet over. I am coming back for you my dear Andrew. I would even be glad to die in your hand. No matter what, you will still be mine," he gave a sinister laugh as he was dragged out of the room.
Andrew felt tensed and could not help but cringe. He wonder if he would come after him. At this time, he could not help but wish he should be given a death sentence. Andrew's heart leaved into turmoil again.
"I guess my life will still be worse after all," he whispered, feeling his heart breaking at his thoughts...