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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 23, 2012 22:53:48 GMT -5
Devon wandered around aimlessly, staring down at his shoes thoughtfully before looking up as he bumped into someone.
He continued walking, blinking as they caught his arm. "Hey, never seen you at school."
"Don't go to school," He mumbled.
"Oh, badass are you?" They sneered. "You a fag?" They shoved at him and he stumbled in confusion. "A-"
"Lemme show you."
"Okay..."
He listened to the guy laugh, clueless as to what was wrong as he followed him into the bathroom, only panicking once they were locked in a stall together and he was being forced from his jeans.
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Devon whimpered, watching the guy go as he shrank back near the toilet, gazing up a the sneering figure before he was alone. He wrapped arms over his shaking body, rubbing at an eye.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 23, 2012 23:49:09 GMT -5
Britt had just gotten back from Boston, had stopped at the mall for a bite to eat before he headed back to work. Not that he wanted to go. He would much rather just stay in his truck all day. But he was honestly sick of that too.
He tucked the necklace into his pocket before opening the bathroom door with his elbow. He started to wash the cheese off his hand when a guy walked past. He didn't pay any attention, was more focused on not getting the tattoo on his wrist wet. When he heard someone whimper, he jumped, startled out of his thoughts. He looked behind him, then back at his hands. 'If real love's forever, forever I'll wait for you' he read on his wrist, and bit his lips. Those words meant more to him than anyone would ever know.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 23, 2012 23:56:12 GMT -5
Devon heard the water running and shifted his weight some, pushing hair out of his eye as he pulled one of his shoes on slowly, hurting too bad to get up, scared.
Dylan's form of rape had been making him undress, fondling and poking fun. He hadn't understood what went on then, and didn't understand this at all. He reached for his shirt, drawing his hand back when he found it tossed aside outside of the stall.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 0:02:10 GMT -5
Britt yawned, walking over to the paper towels. He started to dry off his hands, watching the figure curiously. He had gotten dressed in bathrooms a lot. Between his band and Mat's, you learned that bathrooms and hotels were your best friends when you could actually stop at one. Especially if they had showers. A bunch of guys waiting in line to shower always sucked.
He chewed on his lip ring, patting his tattoo in case it had gotten wet. "You got it?" He asked, looking down at his tattoo before he tossed away the paper towel.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 9:46:58 GMT -5
Devon flinched, shrinking back further in the open stall as he gazed up at him, shakily getting to his feet. His legs hurt horribly, and he found himself stumbling before he slid back down against the wall, crawled under the row of sinks to hide and buried his face in his arms, body trembling with his frightened cries as he hugged his shirt tight.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 16:29:51 GMT -5
Britt watched him with a raised eyebrow. He walked slowly over to him, kneeling down in front of him. He reached out to push his hair out of his face. "It's okay.." He mumbled, folding his hands in his lap. "Is.. are you okay?" He asked slowly, then started chewing on his lip ring. He hated seeing people hurt. Especially when he couldn't help it. He ran his hands down his legs, eyeing he guy carefully.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 16:35:59 GMT -5
Devon gazed at him with confused blue eyes, reaching up to rub at his face before he shook his head, biting uneasily at his lip.
He peered around him towards the door, touched at his arm, bruised where he had been grabbed.
"That guy..." He mumbled. "He-..." But he had never learned exactly what rape was. And it was so different from what little Dylan had actually ever done...
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 16:40:18 GMT -5
Britt bit his lip. He didn't know exactly what the boy was trying to say, but if it was what he was thinking, it was no wonder the boy was so shy.
"You want me to take you home? You can go and take a shower." He offered. He didn't mind driving him. Especially if he was hurt. He didn't want him walking if he was in pain. "I won't hurt you. I promise." He said with a smile. He patted his shoulder gently, hoping to offer him some sort of comfort.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 16:57:31 GMT -5
Devon whimpered at the touch, drawing back further as he rubbed at a scarred arm. He gazed up at him warily, blue eyes unsure, and finally pulled himself from under the sinks, tugging his skinny jeans up further and zipping and buttoning them.
He was unaware that he was bleeding from penetration in places never touched, but when his hand found the blood, he tensed, drawing his figers back and staring at them curiously until he realized he had never bled there before, that his legs were hurting terribly.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 17:05:42 GMT -5
Britt pulled back a bit. He bit his lip, remembering how Mat had came to him the first time he had been with a guy, crying because it hurt so bad. But it hadn't been his fault; if the guy had done it right, Mat wouldn't have needed stitches.
"How bad are you bleeding?" He asked. "You want me to help you get cleaned up? I can go get you a new pair of jeans. Do you know what size you wear?"
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