[OPEN] 18 and life to go.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Monroe, this isn't a good idea.." Luc said, reaching over to grab the wrench from his hand. "I know my parents are asses but fuck." He reached for it again, but Monroe just pulled it back.

"It was your idea." Monroe retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but I've also downed like.. Two six packs of beer. I want to go home. MY home."

"So you're gonna let your parents just.. keep your stuff? You said yourself you have shit here you need. Is your stupid boyfriend banging you that hard?"

"Would you leave Dyson out of this?! I don't go talking about your boyfriend!"

"Oh, you're so bent on keeping Dyson out of everything. What's wrong, Lucas? You don't like him?" Monroe asked, that light in his eyes that Luc hated.

"No, I don't. I love him. And I took hell at prom because of him. I put up with your constant fuckery because of him! I want to go home, Monroe. And I'm going." Lucas turned to walk away, and Monroe grabbed him, pinning him to the side of the house. Luc turned his head away, tugging at his wrists. "Monroe, let go.. Please.." He pleaded, his stomach turning.

"You're nothing but a whore, you know that? You're filthy and sick and not worth anyone's time." Monroe said, pushing against him harder. Luc squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "I'm going to put an end to you, you fool." He said, and Luc started to arch against him, trying his hardest to get away. Monroe just flipped him around, his hand tight on his mouth as he pulled the fighting boy backwards to the woods. "Where's your boyfriend now?"

Luc tried to bite his hand, and Monroe threw him down, causing Luc to land on the hand he had just gotten the cast off of. "OW!" He screamed, but tried to scramble away. Monroe yanked Luc's shirt over his head, then looped it around his neck, drawing the boy back against him. Luc gasped, grabbing for the shirt. Monroe gritted his teeth and pulled it tighter until Luc stopped fighting. Monroe shoved the unconscious boy down, assuming he was just dead, and walked casually away.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson was wandering close to the woods, head down, limping back home from a rough night of 'work'. He licked at his busted lip, heard noise then silence and peered through the trees, a figure slumped on the ground. Aproaching, he drew in a breath. "Luc..?" He shook him, could tell he was breathing, and pulled his shirt from around his throat, wincing in pain as he hauled him into his arms and started walking again, back to his house. He knew his parents weren't home tonight, eyed the picture of Maybelle on the fire place, freshly lit candles flickering, roses lying there. Looking away, he laid Lucas on the couch, draping a throw over him and moving to look through the fridge.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc was out for awhile before he started to gasp for air, and leaned over the couch, gagging as he held his throat. He finally caught his breath again, looking over at the picture of the familiar face. He had only seen her once, but he would never forget those curls. He sat up carefully, rubbing at his throat. It hurt horribly, but the last thing he remembered was telling Monroe to leave Dyson out of their conversation.

"Dyson?" He called, slowly getting up. His head was pounding, and he felt like he had been hit by a truck. He walked slowly to Dyson's room, his heart pounding in his chest. He had this terrible feeling Monroe had hurt Dyson. 'I'll kill him..' He thought, opening the door slowly. "H-hey.." He breathed.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson was sitting on the edge of his bed, an icepack pressed to his aching jaw, hoping it hadn't been cracked. He knew his ribs sure had, it hadn't been just a slight beating tonight, no. The guy knew Dyson was with somebody now.

He looked up as Lucas opened the door, forced a smile. "What happened, you okay?" He rasped, clearing his throat.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I dunno.. I downed like.. twelve beers and then Monroe came over and said my parents were moving so I had the brilliant idea to go with him to the house to get my shit and I woke up on your couch.." He walked over slowly, gently pulling the ice pack away from his jaw. He bit his lip, gently running his fingers over Dyson's hand.

"It fucking sucks knowing I'm the reason you're so hurt.." He said, sitting down next to him. He wasn't hurting, so he didn't think Monroe had raped him. He doubted he had, anyways. Monroe much rathered hearing him plead to stop than to hear nothing at all. "I love you.." He said, looking over at him brokenly.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"Well, you had your own shirt wrapped around your throat, so..." He bit his lip, watching him quietly. When Luc sat down he reached to hug him close. "It's not-ouch.. It's not your fault.." He insisted, kissed him softly. "I love you, too.." He rubbed his shoulder gently, sighed before leaning back some, exhausted. Finally he stretched out carefully on the bed, patting the space near the undamaged side of his chest.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc met the kiss gently, so afraid that he was going to hurt him. He had ice pressed to his jaw; it had to be hurting, right? He watched him lay down, and laid down close enough to him to be barely touching him. He gently traced his finger over his chest, biting his lip. He looked up at Dyson, his eyes tracing his face. He couldn't help thinking that no matter how hurt he might be, Dyson was still the most attractive person he had ever laid eyes on.

"Football was good for one thing.. You know, besides my dad thinking it would make his queer son into a linebacker, when in reality, he got the pansiest spot on the team." He forced a smile, reaching up to gently run his finger over Dyson's lip.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson brought the ice back to his jaw, reaching over to brush his fingers through Luc's hair as he listened to him. He winced faintly as his hand strayed to far, reaching down to move it back to the other side of his torso. He knew it probably looked pretty back under his shirt. The bruises were nasty but the clear collapse of cracked ribs could almost be seen. He drew in a shallow breath.
"I guess it did.." He murmured.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"You'll catch pneumonia.." He mumbled, looking over at the wall. His mind wandered back to the thoughts he had known forever, the thoughts he had been through every night for the last ten years of his life, if not longer. 'If you'd just off yourself, you wouldn't have this problem. Everyone around you would be much better off.'

He sat up, running his hands down his legs before he stuck them in his pocket, pulling out his cigarettes and that white lighter he always carried around. He got up carefully from the bed so he wouldn't hurt Dyson, and walked over to the window. He opened it, and climbed out. He sat down on the grass and pulled one of the cigarettes out. It was barely in his mouth a second before he brought his lighter to it and lit it, slipping the white lighter back into his pocket.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson bit his lip, watching him go. He wanted to spend time with him, falling asleep with him in his arms and know they were going to be alright. "Hey..come share that.." He complained managing the faintest of smiles. "You're to far away...."