Push him Away

Marty used his legs to kick Blair away from his crotch as the little men fell on the floor with a surprised yelp. He jumped from the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers from his draw, slipping them with such efficiency that he was ready to evacuate the building with a single article of clothing. Blair pulled himself up and and rested on the edge of the bed, seemingly unfazed by the **** as he gave a goofy grin.

“Yeah, that happens the other fifty percent of the time.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Marty shouted back. Blair recoiled at that, not expecting such an angry outburst. “What do you think you were doing?”

“Ugh…. giving you head?”

“You just essentially **** me!”

“Well I mean that’s a dirty word, I prefer “misguided ****,” Blair said with a shrug. Marty grabbed the desk lamp next to him and chucked it straight at the head of Blair, who narrowly ducked the blunt object. It smashed against the wall with a thunderous crack, and in the background they could a door opening. “Look, I’m sorry, gaydar is usually more on point with this kind of thing.”

“GAYDAR!?”

Before things could escalate, Gwendolyn entered the room in a panic, wearing nothing but a skimpy nightgown and a concerned frown. She looked around the scene until her eyes looked with Blair who was still crouched behind the bed.

“Tell me you didn’t” she said with a growl. She closed the door behind and ran over to Blair, picking him up by his throat. Blair’s smile completely vanished as he squinted in anticipation of being smacked around. “What the hell did you do!?”

“I want you both out tomorrow!” Marty announced. Both siblings stopped as they stared wide-eyed at the other man. “You heard, I want you both gone.”

“Look, you don’t understand. We-” Gwen didn't get a chance to finish.

“I don’t care what you have to say,” Marty cut in while putting on some trousers. “This is beyond fucked up, and your money isn’t worth it. Both of you out by the time I return in the morning, or I’m calling the cops.”

And like that, Marty Wright grabbed his coat jacket and marched out his bedroom door. That would have been the end of a disastrous night and the start of a new roommate search, if not for what happened next. The second Marty left his room, he felt a cloth cover his mouth. An unknown person grabbed him from behind, and two others held on to his limbs as Marty began to struggle.

He shook violently in his panic, completely unprepared for what was happening. What he could make out was that there were five of them, all had their faces covered and they had clearly planned this, with one of them preparing a large bag. Marty realised too late that he was starting to drift off, and that no matter how much he struggled, he was only denying his inevitable fate. Eventually, the whole world went black.