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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 2:00:29 GMT -5
Nash buried his head in the crook of Dylan's neck, curling up against him. He closed his eyes, pulling one of Dylan's hands in towards his chest, lacing their fingers together. He held it there tightly between both of his hands, afraid to let go. He slowly fell asleep, still clinging to Dylan.
He woke up awhile later, his chest hurting and his body shivering from being cold and wet. He opened his eyes, trying to take in a breath, but someone was on his chest. He groaned, trying to kick his legs to get them off. But they only pressed down harder.
"What's wrong, faggot? Your little boyfriend never noticed you were gone.. He's sound asleep inside. He doesn't give a shit about you, so why bother? No one wants you; you can't hear a damn thing." A familiar voice growled in his ear, and he cringed. He remembered the voice belonged to a man his mother worked with, a man she invited over often. And the man who had kneed him in the stomach the night before. Only it seemed to just be him now.
"Dylan.." Nash tried to choke out, but he couldn't breathe. 'Don't pass out. Don't you pass out.' He thought, taking in small, shallow breaths. He turned his head to the side, trying to keep the pouring rain out of his face. The man leaned up a bit, and Nash took in a deep breath, trying to wiggle out from underneath him.
"Your mother is going to be mad, knowing you slept with him." He said with a smirk, close enough so Nash could hear.
"DYL-" He started to scream, but he was punched in the stomach, all the wind rushing out of his lungs in a hurry. He arched his back, trying to get away, the pain in his stomach unbearable. He didn't know how the guy had gotten in, or how he had managed to get him out of his room without Dylan noticing.
((342 words! bam! :D))
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 9:24:11 GMT -5
Dylan yawned softly, a faint smile gracing his lips in his sleep as he rolled over some- and found the bed empty. Eyes opened hazily. "Nash..?" He mumbled, wondered if the power was on. He got up slowly, padding into the living room. Everything was still off and it was getting dark.
Yawning, he peered into the kitchen. "Nash..?" maybe he had gone to his dads bedroom? He headedthat way, then did a double take at the figures outside, and moved for the door, rage already building up inside.
Around the corner, he heard Nashville try and call for him, watched the way he was kicked in the stomach. Testh gritted. There was no humanity keft in his eyes as he threw himself forward with a snarl, striking the guy across the head several times. When he fell, he resorted to kicking him over and over, teeth gritted. After awhile he didn't care if he was alive or dead, only hoped it was enough to keep him away. "You don't fucking touch him!" He screeched. Shaking from rage and who knows what else, he crouched, carefully lifting Nash into his arms. "It's okay...." He whimpered, rain dripping from his hair.
He turned to head for the door to get them out of the weather, tears rolling down his cheeks.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 12:49:55 GMT -5
Nash saw Dylan run outside and collapsed into the grass, trying to catch his breath. He was so dizzy he didn't realize Dylan was helping him inside until they were near the patio.
"Can't.." He whimpered, leaning against the wall. He managed to sit, and rest his head against the wall. He closed his eyes, feeling water drip down his body.
"I have.. never be-been so happy.. to see y-you.." He mumbled, looking up at Dylan, finally breathing semi-normally.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 13:21:07 GMT -5
Dylan collapsed beside him, adrenalin fading and leaving him shaking. He wiped angrily at his eyes, running gentle fingers through Nash's hair, hands shaking too bad to sign.
"I'm sorry..I-..I didn't hear anything.." He murmured in his ear, voice cracking, distraught. He drew him closer, water dripping from his hair and jaw.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 13:29:00 GMT -5
Nash shook his head, curling up at Dylan's side. "No, Shh.." He rubbed his chest gently, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "-Sleeping. He m-might have killed me. Im glad you were here." He kissed him gently, shaking from fear, instead of cold.
The guy groaned, and turned over onto his back. He turned his head, glaring at Nash, and the boy started to sob, clinging to Dylan. "Don't let me g-go.. please.." He pleaded, moving as close to him as he could.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 14:45:44 GMT -5
Dylan bit his lip when Nash began to sob, he hugged him close, careful of his stomach and lower back. "Sh..." He murmured. "I'm right here."
He raised his head, glaring daggers at the guy on the ground.
"I swear on the fucking name of the devil, next time you touch him, you won't live to see the light of day," He snarled, eyes flashing a dangerous red.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 15:00:39 GMT -5
Nash clung to him, afraid he would be taken from Dylan again. He watched the guy get to his feet and slink off. He didn't know why his mom would want someone to hurt him. He saw the door open and jumped, curling closer to Dylan.
"What are you doing out here? The power's back on." His dad asked, peeking around the door frame. Nash slowly got to his feet, realizing just how bad it hurt to move. His dad's gasp was so loud, even Nash could hear it.
"My God, Nash!" But Nash just wrapped his arms around himself.
"M-mom did it.." He mumbled, guessing he was gasping at his bruises since Nash hadn't heard his comment. He moved aside, gesturing for Nash and Dylan to go inside. Nash waited at the door for his dad to come back with the towels. He slipped out of his pajama pants, drying off as carefully as he could.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 18:06:53 GMT -5
Dylan kept a steadying hand on his shoulder the entire time, staring at the floor as he works his jaw in silence, staring down at his muddy shoes, kicked them off. Dried blood spattered his hands, he knew it was neither of their own and hoped he'd at least broken the guy's nose. At least he would be easy to identify if he saw him again.
Teeth gritted, hand tightening slightly, protectively, on Nashville's shoulder.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 18:32:16 GMT -5
Nash felt filthy, knew he was probably covered in mud and gunk and dirt. He needed to shower, but he didn't want to leave Dylan. He didn't know how he was going to sleep tonight.
"I n-need a shower.." But the bathroom had a huge window, a window he himself had snuck into when his dad had accidentally locked himself out.
'Just stop being afraid. Dylan's awake and he's not going to let anyone hurt you.' He thought, walking into his room to grab a pair of boxers and pajama pants. He took a quick shower, watching the window the entire time. He walked back to his room, wondering if he had a baggy pair of pajama pants Dylan could wear.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 18:38:39 GMT -5
Dylan nodded, watching him go. He dropped onto the couch, arms on his knees as he stared down at the floor. He could have killed him...would have if Nash hadn't been there and needed help.
Drawing in a breath, he stood again, slinking to the kitchen to wash his hands with hot soapy water, staring at the tattoos over them, across his knuckles and up his arms.
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