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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 10, 2012 0:19:43 GMT -5
"Dyson.." Luc cried, reaching for him. He saw Monroe's face go blank, and sat up in the bed. Monroe got up after what seemed like an acrobatic act -'broke every bone in my body, baby.' he would always tell Luc- and shoved Dyson so hard he hit the wall behind him.
"What did I tell you about touching me?" He asked, pinning him to the wall. Luc just looked away, crying hysterically. "See, now you made him cry. What a boyfriend you are, huh?" He grabbed Dyson's face, pulling him closer. "Beg, lover boy. Or Luc gets it."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 10, 2012 0:26:37 GMT -5
Dyson gagged as he was shoved back. "I didn't touch you," He sneered. "You touched me. And him. And you're gonna fucking pay." He jerked harshly in his grip. "And you won't touch him," He spat, driving a knee up between his legs. "What friend are you?" He sneered. "Not the guy who saved his fucking life huh?"
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monroe owen hughes
Reincarnates
Reincarnate of Jack the Ripper
cause i'm as bad- as bad as it gets. [RS:3=Zain.]
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Post by monroe owen hughes on Apr 10, 2012 0:33:40 GMT -5
Monroe braced the wall as his lower body was wracked in pain. "If it weren't for me, he would be a year old in a fucking casket." He mumbled. He glared at Dyson, gritting his teeth. He had all intentions of getting Luc back. 'Fucker can't keep his mouth shut.'
"Who are you to call me a bad friend? You weren't there when he was raped in middle school by five guys in the locker room, when he cried in his bedroom with a broken heart because Dyson didn't know he existed. You weren't there all the times he tried to kill himself. So who are you to call me a bad friend?"
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 10, 2012 7:12:14 GMT -5
"I didn't know!" He screeched. "You don't think I didn't think about him every fucking day?!" He grabbes at Monroe's hair again, forcing his head forward against the wall angrily. "I'm sorry I had a fucking dying sister to deal with!" He snarled. "I'm sorry I was coping with my own parents never being home!" He yanked him forward again.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 10, 2012 13:03:53 GMT -5
Monroe gritted his teeth. "You're lucky Luc is sitting right there or I'd kill you." He said flatly, still leaning against the wall.
"Please, Dyson.." Luc cried, curled in his bed. His body shook with cries, an all too familiar sight for Monroe. "Please, just come back to bed.. You're just angry, baby.."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 10, 2012 14:02:56 GMT -5
"No shit I'm angry," He mumbled, tears falling steadily down his face. He let go of Monroe's hair, hand fisting as he struck him across the jaw and stepped away. "Bastard," He mumbled, wiping at his tears angrily.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 10, 2012 14:16:36 GMT -5
Luc just laid there, pulling the pillow over his face. Monroe debated telling Dyson that's how he's attempted suicide before. Luc cried, feeling like everything was his fault. Monroe walked over to him, yanking the pillow off his face.
"You know you can't breathe like that." He said, and Luc just curled up without his pillow.
"Maybe I don't want you to hear me cry. You always fucking beat me for it, you dick." Luc mumbled.
"Growing a back bone, baby?" Monroe asked, then walked back to his chair.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 10, 2012 14:59:30 GMT -5
Dyson clenched his hands, leaned over and kissed Luc deeply before sitting down. He pulled the stack of crumpled bills from his locket, the hundreds of dollars gone to waste. "Fuck this," He choked, tearing the stack in half and getting up. He slammed the bathroom door, locked it, and slid to the ground as he cried.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 10, 2012 15:55:12 GMT -5
Luc kissed him back, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He reached helplessly for him, then started to cry himself. He felt so broken without Dyson, knowing that he was hurt. Monroe walked over, gently rubbing his back until Luc quieted down and fell into a light sleep.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 10, 2012 16:00:23 GMT -5
Dyson tangled his fingers in his hair, tugging brokenly. He coughed, pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes to try and stop the tears. It didn't do much to help at all.
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