Dakota shut the door before he said- loud enough for Avil to hear over his music-
"What the actual hell, Avil?"
Avil looked like how Dakota imagined a deer in headlights to look- stunned, frozen, and afraid. He then came out of shock, grabbing his phone and stopping the music from coming out of his speakers.
"Dakota, I- Why didn't you knock?" Avil asked worriedly. Dakota frowned before approaching his brother, examining Avil's face.
"I have a better question," Dakota frowned, "Who the f**k did this to you?" It was strange seeing Avil with no makeup on- he looked more boyish, and he had quite a few pimples that Dakota didn't even know were there. But Dakota was not worried about any of that right now.
"N-No one did," Avil blatantly lied to his face. Dakota could tell. Avil had been skittish ever since he entered the room. "I fell."
"Don't lie to me," Dakota demanded. He often lost control of his manners when he got protective, and in the moment, he didn't care that he was bossing Avil around accidentally.
He and Avil had a little staring contest- a challenge of stubborness- before Avil gave up and sighed.
"If I tell you what happened, you can't tell Nick," Avil responded lightly. He knew Dakota would not take it well.
"Why not?" Dakota asked a little more forcibly that he wanted to, but Avil knew he didn't mean anything by it.
"Because I know he'll do something about it," Avil replied, "And I don't want him to do anything about it."
"Why not?" Dakota repeated, "Whoever did this should rot in jail. Or die. Preferably both."
"It's just a bruise, Dakota," Avil replied, seemingly getting angry at him. Dakota didn't know why he was angry when it was the abuser that Avil should be angry toward. Dakota looked over Avil quickly, then crossed his arms.
"How many more are you hiding?" he asked. Avil looked away from him.
"It's none of your business," he snapped.
"It is my business. I'm your brother. I don't what you to get hurt, so please, drop the act and tell me," Dakota replied, staring down his brother. Dakota didn't have much family until Nick adopted him, so he would protect his family with his life. His family included Avil.
"Promise you won't tell Nick?" Avil replied. He looked frightened. Dakota wanted to help.
"Sure," Dakota agreed, but that didn't mean he was going to take action himself. Even if Nick wasn't allowed to know, Dakota was still going to do something about it.
"And don't go crazy, okay? I have an explanation. Just hear me out," Avil replied, looking worried. Dakota had no idea what he was worried about, but he nodded in response.
"Good. Okay, so...I mean it's not that surprising but it's," Avil stumbled, "It's Devin. He did it."
Dakota saw red.
"That b***h," he said, with venom lacing his words, "He's going to die. I'll make sure of it."
"No!" Avil begged, "You promised you wouldn't go crazy! This is why I'm not telling Nick!"
"Why are you protecting him? Are you in love with him or something?" Dakota demanded. He was angry. He was protective. He thought about all the times he had refrained from punching Devin in the jaw- and he solely regretted holding back his fists.
"No..." Avil trailed, then bit his lip, "But I am in love with Tanner."
Tanner. Devin's best friend. Better dude, but still bad. He probably stood by and watched while Avil got beat. Avil knew Dakota and Nick would include Tanner too in the crimes- he was an ally to the boy who beat his brother.
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Finding Yourself
RomanceBDSM was not the lifestyle Dakota Moore had in mind. He had spent most of his teenage career running away from orphanages and taking care of his homeless little sisters. Once they were adopted by two rich gay guys, everything in Dakota's life sudden...
