Save Me From My Darkness (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

A/N: Here's chapter 10. I would have updated sooner but I was busy with Christmas shopping. Anyway, I hope Chase and Gregory will finally have some time to get to know each other more and Chase will open up to him. And Lucas now knows that Chase was involved with Lance. But who is Lance? I bet everyone really wants to know. Hopefully, it'll be explained soon. Enjoy!

Chase POV

My clothes were ripped from my body and I was thrown against the wall, left in nothing but my underwear. I hid my face in my knees, trying to hide the embarrassment I knew was written all over my face.

"Stand up." Lance's voice had a hint of venom and made me wince but I didn't dare look at him. He'd only beat me for doing so. I heard him let out a low growl and I was soon being yanked by the arm and thrown onto the bed. I tried to crawl away but Lance got to me before I even moved an inch and pinned me against the bed sheets. I stared up at him in fear. Why me? Why does he do this to only me? There are plenty of other boys to torture so why pick me? Lance tightened his grip on my wrists and I winced in pain. A smirk formed on his face and his grip tightened again. I let out a small yelp of pain and felt a tear escape my eye.

"Oh does that hurt?" Lance teased and I watched him as he pulled out the small pocket knife he had in his jeans pocket. He pulled out the small blade and ran the dull edge across my jaw line carefully. I flinched at the feel of the cold metal across my skin.

The grin on Lance's face was menacing and shook me to the core. This person is not human. He's more like the devil reincarnate. I struggled against his grip on my wrists which he was now holding in one hand. I stopped when he pressed the sharp edge of the blade to my chest lightly and pushed on it as softly as possible. I flinched again, knowing that if I made the wrong move, that blade was going to plunge into my skin. I looked up at Lance, thrill and hate masking his face. The hate was obviously towards me. Lance has never liked me. And he gets a thrill out of torturing me anywhere and in any way.

I screamed when I felt the burn of the blade being dragged across my chest. I writhed under his grip, wanting desperately to get away but he was too strong. I let out another scream when he dug the edge into my skin again, forming the shape of an 'x' on my chest. Isn't that where my heart is? Blood seeped from the wound and malice took over Lance's features. He lowered his head and licked the blood from the cuts. I hissed at the stinging pain and bit my lip to stifle a scream. He pulled away and grinned down at me with that same smirk that sent shivers up my spine and made me want to constantly run in fear.

My body was covered in small cuts and bruises which usually healed pretty quickly but I knew the scar he just gave me was never going to heal. It was going to hurt me forever. Scar me for life just like he intended it to do. I wanted to get away from him. I needed to get away from him. Lifting my knee, I sent it into Lance's crotch and watched as he pulled back in pain. I took the chance to scurry away but my attempt was in vain. I felt another sensation of searing pain but this time it was on my back, going from my shoulder to my hip. I screamed and doubled over in pain on the bed, my strength vanishing from my body.

Why won't anyone help me? Am I that much of a freak? Am I someone to be scared of? Someone to hate this much that I'm constantly tortured and no one cares? Why does stuff like this happen anyway? And why to me? I'm the only one who seems to walk around with scars and bruises covering his entire body. Everyone seems to notice but not care. What's wrong with me? Am I a monster? Is that why they allow this to happen to me?

Maybe I'm meant to be hated. To be treated like common filth and destined to be tossed onto the side of the road. Thrown away like an old toy that was abused an neglected for never being what that person wanted. That's what's supposed to happen to me. I'm not supposed to be cared for. I'm supposed to die alone. To be despised by everyone. To be hated and looked at as an abomination that should have never been born. That's my fate. That's what awaits me later on. That's how my life will end. With me dying alone and in the same darkness that took hold of me from the very moment I was born.