imaginary field

30

"Hush." ​​Carlton was wearing a suit, and he looked like he had just come out of a dinner party or something. His black hair was meticulous, and the combed hair made him look noble and reserved.

He has a small tear mole under his right eye, which makes him look a bit... erotic.

——Chris felt that his head was crazy to think of such a description.

He was pressed against the wall of the bathroom by Carlton, and because of talking, his nose and mouth were poured into the water from the shower, which made him cough a few times.

"Shh." Carlton put his index finger on his lips, and whispered softly in Chris's ear, "Don't struggle."

Chris's head was stuck on the cold tiles, Carlton's strength was much greater than he imagined, he could only try to roll his eyes, trying to find Evan's trace.

"Are you looking for Evan?"

He felt Carlton sticking to his body, and his lips touched his earlobe, "He's not here."

"What do you see?"

Carlton whispered in Chris's ear, his wet suit jacket pressed against Chris's skin, and the cold and wet feeling made Chris shiver.

With his arms propped against the wall, Chris could feel the slight shift in the other's body... which made him curse, and immediately put his index finger in his mouth.

"Honey, I don't like it when you say that." Carlton's lips moved against his ear, "You know what I imagined?" He said, rubbing against Chris' body suggestively.

"I think you'll be cuter than you are now." His fingers wandered in Chris's mouth, caught Chris's dodging tongue, and played with it, "Don't worry, I just sterilized."

After finishing speaking, he laughed lowly, "Oh, I forgot, you are not Evan's clean freak."

Chris bit the finger in his mouth and elbowed Carlton's lower abdomen at the same time.

He heard the other party groan.

Chris then broke free of Carlton's restraints, grabbed Carlton's collar, and at the same time raised his knee and slammed Carlton's nose hard.

"Damn it." Chris spat bloody saliva, "Don't mess with me." He grabbed Carlton's collar, looked at the bleeding nose, raised his fist and punched it.

Then he threw Carlton onto the bathroom floor.

The rusty shower continued to flow, and the water dilutes the blood flowing from Carlton's nasal cavity, turning the water into a wonderful light red.

After turning off the shower, Chris picked up his pants from the ground. After putting on the sweatpants, he squatted down and looked at Carlton lying on the ground, "Where's Evan?"

Carlton didn't speak, he didn't even stop the bleeding, he just looked at Chris.

This kind of staring made Chris a little uncomfortable, reminding him of what he saw in the video... So he averted his gaze, and after a few seconds, he reached out and pinched Carlton's nose, "Look up."

Carlton looked at Chris in surprise.

But still follow Chris' instructions.

His hair was wet, his cheeks were swollen, and the blood from his nose made him look embarrassed. His suit jacket was soaked, mixed with blood, and stuck to his body.

Chris picked up his still-dry T-shirt and wiped the blood off Carlton's face, "Where's Evan?"

Carlton was lying on the ground. He didn't speak, but looked at Chris with an unpleasant sticky look.

Chris even found that he was excited again...

Chris cursed, threw the T-shirt in Carlton's face, and stood up.

To avoid that sticky look, Chris grabs his sport coat and pulls it on - zipped up - the first time he's done this in front of a man.

After he turned his head, he saw Carlton get up from the ground. He took off his suit jacket, the vest and shirt inside, and then took the blood-stained T-shirt that was no better than a rag, Put it on your body.

"I love the gift you gave me," Carlton said, walking to the mirror, brushing all the damp hair back from his forehead, and wiping off the blood that was left on his face.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

"Go to Evan, your poor little one." Carlton walked up to Chris.Only then did Chris realize that he was taller than himself, and his body was unexpectedly strong.

A T-shirt that was a little too big for me was just the right size for Carlton.

"Is he really Evan?"

"When I was 7 years old." Carlton snorted meaninglessly.

He leads Chris out of the bathroom.

There was no one in the room, Evan was missing, Chris thought, the moment Evan broke into the bathroom and turned his head, he disappeared.

The small room didn’t need to be searched at all. Chris walked to the bed, thought for a moment, organized his own language and said, “I saw some familiar people.”

"That crazy woman?"

"Who?" Chris asked, after all, there's more than one lunatic here.

Carlton made a cutting motion.

Chris knew immediately who he was talking about—

"who is she?"

"A woman," said Carlton, avoiding Chris's gaze. "A madman."

"Is this a mental hospital?" Chris mocked, "They're all lunatics."

"Perhaps," said Carlton.

"This is a madhouse."

Carlton walked to the TV, he found the video, "Honey, I think you have already guessed our relationship." He took the video and leaned against the TV, maybe because he felt uncomfortable, after he took off his shoes He threw it aside and stepped on the ground with his bare feet.

"She's my mother, a madman."

"Her head is not normal." Carlton recounted enthusiastically. "Have you ever seen that mask?"

"Wrap your head completely, leaving only room for breathing..."

Chris thought of the man in the confinement bed.

"You know in the old days, the treatment of madmen was not gentle," Carlton said softly. "Occasionally, she was a normal person-the kind you always say, a working father, a gentle housewife, a few The kids, the pets — it kind of sounds like a happy family template from the '5s and '60s."

"Where's your father?"

Carlton looked at Chris in surprise, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question, "You know best, don't you? Not all men care about their children."

Chris looked up at Carlton.

"Don't look at me like that, honey, I know everything about you, the father who abandoned you, the alcoholic and violent mother, and the miserable and poor childhood... When you become famous, the flies can't wait to dig up your past ’” Carlton walked away from the TV, slowly approaching Chris, but finally, he sat down on the other bed.

Even now, his posture is not relaxed.

He straightened up, sat on the nearly caved-in bunk, and looked at Chris.

It wasn't Carlton's conscious behavior, Chris knew—he was just used to it, his body remembered it for him.

"Normally, she's a mother, but more often she's a murderer—the toy kind—she can't control her violence, and my father, a man who likes her, condones I acquiesced to all of this." Carlton said, "That toy killer loves all kinds of sweet perfumes."

"Because it can cover up the bloody smell after she killed someone."

The sweet, suffocating scent of perfume he smelled that night appeared in Chris's head.And the man in the secret room.

At this moment, Chris suddenly thought of his conversation with the woman.

When he questioned whether the older man was Carlton—

"Everyone was young."

He remembered the woman saying so.

Chris's heart was replaced by a great panic, he thought of the old man with his eyes closed in the confinement bed, he clenched the sheet next to him, "...that is you?"

"Who?"

"Confine the man in the bed."

Carlton tapped his knees, even though his face was bruised, but in the eyes of outsiders, he was a handsome enough man.

At this moment, he looked at Chris with a kind of pity.

"You're freaking out."

"Maybe you found some inspiration from this magazine." Carlton picked up the magazine from the bed, "I was locked in that narrow space, and I was not found until the woman died."

"I was forgotten."