[CLOSED] you know you can't hide.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Why should I let you go?" Monroe asked, looking at him.

"Because I'll scream."

"I'll smother you. Maybe I don't want to see you with him. You said yourself he's nothing but a basket case."

"Monroe, please.. I love him. I was just a toy to you." Luc curled up further, glad when a nurse came in. She sat down beside him, tying off his arm.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You're gonna go in to surgery, okay? They found a pinched nerve in your back. Did you hit anything hard?"

"I don't remember.." He said, but soon was sound asleep.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson leaned back on his hands and finally stood up. He wiped at his eyes as he headed back into the hospital, stepping into the room just as they rolled Luc out. He bit his lip, gazing at his sleeping figure, and bent to kiss his relaxed lips before straightening up, watching the door close behind him. He looked over his shoulder, glaring some as he realized he was alone with Monroe.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just glared over at him, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair. He messed with his piercing, watching Dyson like a hawk. "Pinched nerve. He's a big boy. He'll live. Guess that's what happens when he's raped countless times." He picked up a magazine, flipping through it.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson's teeth gritted. "Yeah, guess it is," He growled, smacking the magazine from his hands as he passed. He sat down in a chair a bit away, glaring at him across the room, tears still drying on his cheeks. His gaze didn't waver.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe let the magazine drop, and settled back in his chair, folding his arms over his stomach. He glared at Dyson, one eyebrow raised as he waited for the boy to do something. He could hear Luc in the back of his head- 'it's like a mexican stand off.'

"How bad do you want your suicidal maniac, huh?" He asked, his gaze never wavering. "Enough to get your ass handed to you? Come on. Were in a hospital. That won't change te fact you're breaking his heart coming home looking like a rag doll through a meat grinder."

He walked over to him, pinning his shoulders to the chair. "You get raped enough, huh? But you choose to do it, don't you?" He asked, forcing a knee between Dyson's legs.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson winced at the words. "I go because I have to," He growled. "I go because I needed the fucking money, but now I god damn don't." He grunted at the knee between his legs, glaring up at the older male, and his instant arrogant thought was that he could easily take him on. "Unlike you ever did, I love Luc okay? He's not some fucking sex toy." He jerked angrily in his grip, not in the mood to try and deal with him at all. "What the hell do you want, bitch?"

Usually he would fight for a sign of dominance. But he had just lost his little sister, honestly was growing less and less interested in what happened to him. He kicked out, shoe meeting Monroe's shin.

[monroe owen hughes]

"No, I didn't love him. I loved getting him in my bed." Monroe smirked. He gritted his teeth as he was kicked, forcing his knee against him.

"I wanna see you beg, like he did so many times." He shoved him so hard the chair hit the wall. "Plead like the two cent whore you are. Come on, lover boy. Beg like your baby."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson gasped faintly at the knee, squirming in agitation. "I'm the fucking whore? Says you. He struck him across the face, huffing as the chair was slammed back. "You'll never get me to beg," He sneered. "That's what you want huh? Always have to have your way? You're not the only one who plays by those rules you know." He spit at him, smirking.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe wiped his face with his sleeve, glaring at him. "Oh, you'll beg. If you don't want your little boyfriend to be in hysterics again because his Dyson is hurt. He knows what I'm capable of. But it kills him to see you hurt. You're gonna let him see you banged up again?" He grabbed him by the shirt, throwing him against the wall He stalked over to him, that one eyebrow raised.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson winced, body already still hurting from the other night. He pulled himself to his feet. "I. Don't. Beg. You're pissing me off." Fist found his gut and he grabbed him by the hair, hauling him forward, face to face. "You're gonna fucking die." He shoved him backwards, stepping away from the wall.