Blast From the Past

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This is kinda triggering with mentions of abuse so if you find this triggering stop reading now!

Donny why do you hate photoshoots so much...it really isn't that bad...I thought it was kinda fun',Michael smiles.'Urgh,you and your kind heart and nature...do you even see what they were doing',Donny snaps,taking Michael aback a little.'What do you mean,the...the guy was nice to us Donny',Michael says,fustratedly.'You need to take a look around your surroundings before you think nice about people',Donny sneers.Michael walks up to him and puts his head on Donny's shoulder.'You need to relax,your obviously just stressed',Michael soothes,rubbing Donny's arms as he let out deep breaths.'But Michael you didn't see the way that guy was looking at you...it was killing me watching him observe you in such a way',Donny whispers bitterly.'H-how was he looking at me',Michael says timidly.

Donny makes strong eye contact with Michael,touching his cheek ever so softly.'He wanted to fuck you Michael...I couldn't take it...everytime you back was turned his eyes were glued to your arse and your arse is mine and mine only...no bald headed pedo photographer is going to do that to you',Donny sneers.'Why didn't you tell me....what if he tried to touch me',Michael cried.'I was scared....it reminded me of when I was a kid...but I knew if he started to harrass you he wouldn't survive what I'd give to him',Donny sighs.'W-What happened to you when you were a kid Donny',Michael presses.'It's not just what happened to me...it was what happened to you aswell',Donny whispers, making Michael's breath hitch on his throat.

Donny's Flashback And Story He's Telling Michael
Donny's pov

It was actually the first time we met.You were twelve and I was thirteen.The days where we'd holler when we sung or brought the soul.The days when Jermaine's hairline actually was visible and looked real
Our brothers moderatly got along but our fathers made things harder for us. My father would convince us you were the enemy,our rivals.I'm pretty sure your father did the same.

One day we got into an argument.We were in the same recording studio and you wanted to record first,for your solo album.We were alone.I said no,that you always got everything.You started singing into the mic and I grabbed a hold of it pulling it towards me.We continued this,till you yanked on my hair to get me away. I yanked on your hair and it just kicked off from there.Punching, scratching, kicking.I was winning,managing to hold you down,making you cry and then suddenly everything went blurry and I fell on top of you.
I'm pretty sure the same feeling happening for you.
We woke up in a photoshoot... believe it or not.I'd never been so confused.The whole time we were there...you never woke up.I was quite happy you didn't...it was terrifying.

None of the cameras were on and it was mostly dark but it was obvious we weren't alone.We were strapped down to chairs.Our families must of thought we were just having fun messing around.A man came into the room.He didn't speak much and had a mask on his face so I never knew who he was.He never tried to wake you up....he just took pictures,laughing to himself.Every now and again he'd come up to me and...and he'd ask me to touch you.I said no everytime but that's probably when I knew I was gay.I wanted to touch you but not under anyone's command,only ours.When I said no he got angry and hit me but I still refused to hurt you like that.Sometimes he'd ask me to move the chair around or move my sitting position.He pulled our chairs next to eachother and said if I didn't want to touch you I should kiss you.I denied but the hitting was getting too much.I didn't have a choice.I pecked you on the lips but he wanted more.I remember screaming no but he just kept beating me.I...I started to make out with you...I heard you murmuring.I remember continuously saying sorry....I felt like an abuser.You were still out of it but it was obvious you could feel it.You even opened your eyes and looked at me before knocking out again.I still don't know where those pictures are, they'll always haunt me.When he was done,he pierced me with another needle sending me into darkness again.

I woke up cuddled up to you on the couch.I slowly wrapped my arms around you,I wanted to protect you.I thought he was still there.Our parents came in,I pretended to be asleep.They tapped me and I pretend to be really exhausted and woke up.I was so happy to see you awake but even more happy that you didn't see anything in there.No one knew what happened and they still didn't after.I never told a sole. That's probably why when I first saw you I wanted you to be afraid of me.I'd convinced myself that it was my fault,so I tried to distance myself from you.I didn't want you to be hurt like that again.I didn't want to hurt you again.

Back to the present
No one's pov
Michael stood there taking everything in, occasionally a tear would come down his face matching Donny's.'He didn't touch you did he',Michael whispers, slightly shaking.'No but he kept trying to touch you...I managed to stop him...I've always had a powerful kick',Donny sighs.'I...I think I remember the fight...and waking up on the couch but everything else is a blur',Michael cries.'You didn't wake up when we were in the photoshoot...he must of given you a stronger dosage',Donny breathes.
'We were abused',Michael whispers,letting out a small sob as Donny pulled him close.

'Trust no one Michael.... it'll lead to your downfall if you do',Donny whispers,keeping a tight hold of Michael as he uncontrollably sobbed.
'Have you ever thought about who it was',Michael sniffed,wiping his eyes.'He was definitely a stranger but something about him is vaguely familiar to me now as I look back on it....like we've seen him',Donny says.
'We...should find out who it was....people like that don't deserve to walk the streets',Michael says bitterly.'How are we going to do that Mike',Donny sighs,pacing the room.'We won't know until we try',Michael says,a passion in his eyes that had only been there when he was on stage.'We are going to find him',Michael said sternly,wiping a tear away.

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