[OPEN] Ghosts of the past.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain kept his arm tight around the guys throat, leaning against the wall as he held him there. "what's wrong?" He growled, a crazed laugh passing his lips. "You don't know my fucking story, you have NO clue who I am. You call me a whore but I haven't slept with a single other person since I met Monroe." His grip tightened, teeth gritting again. He moved, trying to drive the guy's head back against the wall. "You don't know me at all, don't know what I'm fucking capable of. I'll fucking kill your ass."

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe leaned over the chair trying to reach Zain. His dad refused to say a thing, only tried to struggle out of his grasp.

"Zain.." Monroe pleaded, reaching out for him. "Zain, please.. Just let him go.. Come sit with me.." He looked over at his mom, crying frantically. He knew this was probably where it ended for him, they were going to kick him out for sure now. Especially if he didn't leave Zain. And he had no intentions of leaving Zain.

"Zain.." He breathed, dropping his arms in defeat. "Please.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain glanced over at him, biting at his lip. Eyes narrowed and he let go, shoving him forward and just glaring down at him. He didn't move, his hands fisted at his sides, knuckles white at he worked his jaw. "Fucker thinks he knows me," He growled under his breath, shaking in his rage.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe reached out to him, grabbing his hands. He pulled him closer, leaning up as far as he could. He kissed him slowly, wrapping his arms around his waist. He hugged him close, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "I know.. It's alright.. He's just being a jerk, okay? Come sit with me." He said, moving over in the chair. He sat the puppy on the floor, and it curled close to his coke bottle. "Everything's gonna be okay, Zain.. Don't let him get to you.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain stepped forward almost emotionlessly, absently meeting the kiss. He sat down, teeth grinding together every time he moved his jaw, body tense. Too much for one night. He glared over the chair coldly, just watching.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe stayed on his side of the chair, not wanting to hurt him or anger him. He was honestly touched by the fact that Zain hadn't been with anyone else because of him. He reached over, taking his hand gently. "Do you wanna go to bed with me? Carry Captain up the stairs for me? I don't wanna sleep alone.." He said quietly, gently stroking his hand. He traced his fingers over his palm, biting his lip.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain stared at their hands quietly, eyebrows furrowed, upset. But he got up after a moment and lifted Captain into his arms, hugging him close. A last surge of anger and he kicked the guy harshly before moving to help Monroe up and stalking quietly towards the stairs without a care in the world.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe drew in a breath at the kick, biting down on his lip. He looked away, knowing he was going to be disowned now. The look his mother was giving him said it all. He had no idea where he was going to go, or how he was going to get there. He would have never even imagined he would let a guy take away from him what he had been close to losing for years. His relationship with his parents was always on edge, them disapproving of him and him not caring about it. 'You're lucky if they let you keep your clothes.' He thought, letting Zain help him up. He leaned on his crutches, following slowly after him. He made his way up the stairs painfully and slowly before he finally got to the top, and headed to his room. He pushed open the door, walking over to the bed. He laid down, propping his crutches against the wall.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain sat down on the other side of the bed. He felt guilt for what he might have just caused to happen with Monroe, vut felt no guilt over what he had done. Curling up, he hugged Captain close. "Who's a good puppy?" He whispered, voice cracking brokenly before he swallowed. After a moment he rolled over, pressing close to Monroe. "I'm sorry..." But it was the only thing he dared say on the subject.

[monroe owen hughes]

"It's okay. My parents never really liked me anyways. They said I was always too loud." Monroe shrugged, turning over onto his back. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He managed to wiggle out of his pants, and tossed those to the floor too. He pulled the blankets up, looking over at Zain. "He doesn't like to cuddle. He likes to sleep in the gap between the pillows."