ok now it's betad or whateverthefuck... ;)
“Justin, what’s for dinner tonight?” Ethan yelled to Justin the moment he stepped through the door. ”Hey to you too, I made chicken salad.” Justin replied. ”That’s my good wife.” Ethan smiled. ”Don’t call me your wife, Ethan, cause I’m not.” ”Oh but if I say you are my wife, then you are; you cook, you clean and you bitch, that makes you my wife.” ”Whatever… I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be back.” Justin said while he was walking towards the bathroom. ”You do that, I want that slutty ass of yours cleaned.” Justin was sick and tired. He let the water run while he was taking of his clothes. He was thinking about the past weeks. Nothing’s changed really. Ethan was still an asshole and Justin was still scared as hell, but he didn’t have anyone to run to. He didn’t see anyone anymore. Daphne was out of his life because Ethan wouldn’t let Justin see her and as for the others, well he started to forget what they looked like. He stepped into the hot shower and let it clean his body. He felt so dirty, he wished he could rip his skin off, so Ethan’s marks would leave. His arms were black and blue, tight fingers around his hips and a couple of bruises on his face. It would never go away, when old ones would fade, new ones would be there soon. He reached for the cheap soap and started laughing. Brian would have a fit if he would have to wash himself with this crappy soap. The laughter soon became tears of sadness. Oh god, he missed Brian so much but Brian couldn’t help him. Nobody could. But…sometimes a man has to know when to ask for help. He heard the door open and Justin froze. It’s strange really, it’s like knowing when death is in the room. ”Is that ass clean yet, cause I feel like fucking tonight!?!” Ethan was already in the shower pressing himself against Justin, holding a deadly grip on him. ”Ethan please, can’t it wait?” Justin pleaded. ”Oh Jus, have you been crying? Are you not happy with me? Don’t I give you a place to live? Don’t I fuck you hard enough?” Ethan yelled the last part. ”Please Ethan, not now.” Justin said while be backed away. He felt like he was ready to leave the shower. ”Don’t leave me. Didn’t I tell you before that I don’t want to see your back ever again? Except when my dick is in your ass.” Ethan pulled Justin to him and spooned his chest to Justin’s back. ”Come on baby, let me show you how much I love you.” Justin cringed when he heard the words so close to his ears. In one quick and hard movement Ethan was inside Justin. Making him scream with pain. Justin’s legs were about to give up when Ethan pushed him against the glass door of the shower. Fucking him harder and harder. Justin gripped the door while he was crying. His muscles were so tight, he felt every grip and every slam Ethan did to him. It was hurtfull, but not only physical. In his head he was dying a bit. Feeling like a stupid little faggot for letting it happen. But once again he told himself he couldn’t do anything about it. If this was it, then he had to take it. Ethan fucked him hard. He felt something warm running down his legs. It couldn’t be water cause the water was long cold. When he looked down he saw blood. Pure red liquid. He started to scream and cry louder. The pain was unbearable. When he noticed Ethan didn’t wear a condom, his body went in shock. Ethan let him drop to the ground. He turned the shower off and stepped in some new clothes. Seconds later Ethan left the apartment and Justin was all alone in the bathroom.
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If sadness is a color, than it’s blue just like your eyes And sorrow can be all over you but it will never tear me down Better times are moving up ahead And all sorrow is gone for good But hey my love, I guess I misunderstood Stash-Sadness
He heard banging, but he didn’t know where it came from. Justin was still laying in the shower barely awake. Naked and covered with his own blood. It hadn’t stopped bleeding. It will never stop bleeding. He tried to get up to see where the banging came from, but he couldn’t move. He felt a pain go trough him and he screamed. The banging got louder, but the blackness came closer and closer. His eyes were so heavy, he needed to shut them. He heard a loud crack and running. His name was repeated again and again. Ethan was back. He couldn’t handle much more. The tears came rushing down his cheeks and he kept on screaming ”No, Ethan Leave me alone. No wanna be… just alone.” That’s all he could manage. He felt hands all over his body, someone screaming in the background. And before his vision went black again, he saw Brian’s sad eyes.
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Brian I saw Ethan leave the apartment, so I waited till he was gone. I think it will be much better if I talk to Justin when Ethan is not there. After my talk with Daphne I started to pay more attention to Justin. What he looked like, the features on his face and all. But sadly I have to say I haven’t seen him in over a week, so I thought I would be brave enough to actually come here and see how he’s doing. I think I was wrong, I’m too chickenshit to even talk to him. It takes me another ten minutes, until I scrape up my courage. I look up and see a light burning in the dump that he lives in. I have passed the street enough to get a glimpse of him. But I never caught him. Only one time he was standing in front of the window and the afternoon sun was shining to him like he was some piece of gold. I saw an angel. I’m in luck, cause there is someone coming out of the building so I run quickly to the door. That way I don’t have to ask him to let me in. I check the mailboxes to see what number it is. Ethan Gold Justin Taylor I laugh, they even have an own mailbox. How cute… I can already feel some vomit in my mouth. I take the stairs and let them lead me to the door. This really is a shithole. I knock a couple of times but no one answers. That’s odd. I did see some light. I knock a little bit louder and then I heard a scream. I freeze. It was Justin, I keep knocking but still no one answers. I step back and take a deep breath. I run to the door and it cracks easily. I stumble into the room and my eyes immediately scan for Justin. I keep calling his name and then I hear him yelling. ”No…Ethan, Leave…Alone…Just Alone…” I follow the sound and run into the bathroom. My heart breaks at the scene before me. Justin is laying in the shower naked. His body is bruised new and old ones and his back and legs are red and shiny. He is shivering, tears running down his face and his body is shaking hard. I start to cry to because I am mad at myself for doing this to him. For not seeing it sooner. I keep repeating his name cause I thought when I stopped he would leave me. I take him in my arms and look at him. His eyes are slowly opening. He sees me and then he goes into shock. I grab my cell phone and call an ambulance. I tell them this address and I plead with them to hurry. I grab a towel and lay it on top off Justin. I’m still crying. I hold him close to me, but he doesn’t respond, no movement. I grab his wrist and I feel a small heartbeat. So small when he used be full of life. I hear the paramedics and they take Justin. I’m telling them that I’m riding with him. While they are working on him, I grab his hand again and hold it close to me I never want him to leave me again. I tell him to hold on, I tell him he can be with me again. I hear the paramedics talking about losing a lot of blood, this feels the same way as the last ride we took to the hospital. It’s prom night all over again, but this time I will not run away… I will be here for him…