[CLOSED] don't wake me up...

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe turned carefully onto his back, praying his back would stop hurting. He leaned over, kissing his forehead gently. "What's wrong, Zain? Are you sure you don't need to go see the doctor or something?" He asked, looking over warily at him. He almost expected to be hit for asking. "I don't think you're a monster and I don't think you're a bad person.. I just think that maybe they can fix you if it's fixeable.." He bit his lip, searching his face.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain worked his jaw quietly. "Yeah..." He whispered. "I dunno what happened... Scary shit..."
'Fool, don't listen to him, what does he know?!'
Zain shifted his weight, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm sorry, Monroe.." He whispered. "I know.. When I hit you.. That-...that was me... But last night when I freaked out wasn't..."

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe sighed, biting his lip. "I know it was you.. But it doesn't make me care for you any less.. I meant it when I said I love you, though." He said quietly. He knew it was a bad idea to be with someone who was willing to abuse him, and admit to it. But he also couldn't live without him, either. He had almost died because Zain wanted him to. If he wanted to hit him, so be it. "I just think maybe they can fix the voices.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

"I hope..." He mumbled softly, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'll go in and see..." He rubbed tears from his eyes, leaning over to kiss him gently, brushed Monroe's hair back. "You're hurting... I wish I could help..."

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe met the kiss gently, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. "It's okay. I tend to develop addictions to pain killers and I'm only allowed like.. a certain dosage. And they're always swapping it around. It's really a pain in the ass to put me on painkillers.. I tend to just drink myself asleep." He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair gently.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain just frowned, wished he could say the same thing. But he got mean on alcohol far sooner than it put him to sleep. He kissed Monroe's jaw, running fingers gently up and down his shoulder as he curled up close.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe blushed a bit at the kiss, but was still set on not acting on what Zain did. They would just end up like last night all over again. 'I don't care if I never have sex again..' He thought, still running his fingers through Zain's hair. He closed his eyes, running his hand gently down his back as far as it would go before tracing it slowly back up. His phone rang and he reached for it awkwardly, putting it on speaker so he wouldn't have to put it to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Hey. Uh.. is it cool if I stay at your house tonight? I'll bother the fuck out of Dash or something." Luc said quietly.

"I don't give a fuck. But you're sleeping on the floor. I don't like your boyfriend."

"I know you don't, Monroe. He doesn't like you either so you guys are even."

"Not really. He's banging you." He said, reaching up to scratch his head.

"Monroe.. Don't start. Please."

"Or you can sleep in the yard."

"I'm sorry.. Why can't I just sleep with Dash?"

"Because she's a girl? And you're a grown damn man. Sleep on the floor in my room, or the sofa in the den. But then you gotta see my dad walking around naked in a robe in the morning."

"I'll take the floor.." Luc mumbled, and Monroe hung up the phone.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain bit his lip as he listened to them, hurt in his eyes at the comment about sleeping with Luc. Maybe Monroe would always want him more. Maybe he wasn't good enough to amount to anything better. He closed his eyes, swallowing.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe rubbed his face, groaning as he sat up. "I guess I gotta get home before stupid ass shows up." He mumbled, carefully moving to the edge of the bed. He yawned, texting his mom before he tossed his phone to the bed. "Fucking whore needs to just jump off a bridge already. But he isn't. God forbid he leave his fucking boyfriend." He picked up his crutches carefully, leaning them against the bed. Maybe he was just jealous because Luc had someone who loved him and didn't hurt him, and all Monroe has was someone who loved to beat him. 'Karma's a bitch.' He thought, looking back at Zain. "I don't get a bye? Kiss my ass? Fuck you?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain flinched, looking up at him brokenly, clearly hurt. "You didn't give me a chance," He muttered. "You were to busy ranting about the guy you're obviously still hung up on.." His eyebrows furrowed, tears glinting in his eyes, threatening to fall. He wiped angrily at his face. He sat up, kissing Monroe long and slow, lovingly. Then he pulled back, expression dropping to betrayal. "I'm sorry I can't be him..." He whispered, voice cracking. "You're dad was right then, huh? I'm no better than a whore.." He reached for his brace, working it over his chest, back really hurting.