Troubled pasts (a Horrorlust story)

The abandonment

Warning: contains rape and self harm.

Third person POV
It had been two days after the incident, lust and horror didn't speak to each other since. Horror was quieter than ever, not having someone to talk to really made him realise how emotionally drained he was, lust was crying nearly every night, looking at the apology note horror left behind was enough for him to burst into tears, soon all he was filled with was regret, sadness, self hatred and rejection, feelings he hoped to never feel again, normally he would've coped easily with these feelings, but without the support of his best friend horror, he was nothing.

A/N contains rape.

Lust was slowly walking around the second floor, he looked back at horrors bedroom door "I blew it" he whispered while blinking back tears. He waited for hours for him to start his shift so he could apologise properly, until he felt two arms wrap around his ribs, he looked at the man, he was round shaped and slightly taller than lust, who was quite short "who do we have here? A good time maybe?" "W-who are you? L-let go of me!" Lust struggled to escape the mans grasp as he pulled him towards one of the storage units, but he felt a spark of hope, when another man appeared round the corner, he was taller and more strong looking "h-help!" The taller man ran towards them, lust assumed it was for his aid, but instead of saving lust, he helped the shorter man force him into one of the empty rooms.

"Wait! W-what are you doing?! L-let me go, please!" Their response was to slam him into the wall and punch him several times, after his body had noticeable bruises they forcefully removed his clothes, causing parts of his jacket and top to rip. "W-what are you going to do to me?!" They covered his mouth "We're just gonna have a lot of fun with you, and nobody needs to know about this~" they laughed maniacally while beginning to move their hands around lusts body, while lust tried desperately to call for help.

But someone came.

They stood near, looking through the crack in the open door.

Even though his mouth was covered, lust begged and pleaded for this person to save him from what was happening. The two men pulled out a knife each, one pointed it at the person outside and the other held it over lusts neck, what he said made lusts already broken soul to shatter into pieces.

"...I...I'm sorry"

Horror turned around and walked away, leaving lust with the men, they pressed his back against the wall again. "Awww what's wrong my love?" the small one said while forcefully caressing lusts cheek "p-please...let me go" they didn't listen to him.

But as the tall one started thrusting into lust from behind and the small one planted hickeys all over his body, lust started to see fell again, standing in front of him, suddenly he was back in his office, it looked exactly how it was before he left, he saw the chains around his wrists and ankles, he started to cry as all the memories flashed at once, he didn't care what happened to him.

A/N it's done.

Horrors POV
As I walked away, I heard him call for help, I heard him plead for mercy, I heard him call for my help, begging me to come back, but I didn't come back.

I should've. Even though we both would've died, it was better than being stuck here. What is wrong with me?!

A couple hours later, after lust was left alone, I heard Dave investigate "what the fuck are you doing in here?! I've been looking all over for you!" "I-I'm sorry I just-ow! Get off me!" I saw Dave walk past my door, he was grabbing a tear stained and bruised lust by the neck, it made me angry, I dug my fingers into the door so it made scratch marks "get back to work you little slut" was all I heard until the yelling became to distant for me to hear.

Ever since the incident we had, I never saw him smile, I missed it. I missed him. I wanted to see his happy face again, I wanted his hugs, I wanted...him to kiss me. "I've gotta set things back to normal" I said as I eagerly waited for my shift to start.

Lusts POV
"But my shift is over" "So? I ain't letting you see him, and neither of us are getting paid extra for this" I continued to forcefully work, with Dave watching over me, everything hurt, I wanted it to stop, I couldn't wait for the end of my shift, I didn't want to see anyone, my life was a mess, everywhere I went I fucked things up. "...how are you doing?" I looked at him "...why would you care?" He scoffed "well forgive me for trying to make conversation" he said with a sarcastic tone of voice.

After an hour, Dave started to get tired, he yawned loudly "alright, I'm tired, pack up your stuff and get into your room" I slowly made my way up to my room with Dave not far behind, occasionally telling me to hurry up. I walked into my room and sat on my bed "also I should probably mention this as well, it's the weekend tomorrow so I won't be in, but don't even think about seeing horror" he locked my door and soon all the lights were off.

A/N this part contains self harm.

I wanted to cry but I couldn't, I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't cry, I couldn't smile, I couldn't laugh or get angry, I could only feel emptiness. I turned my attention to a shard of glass on the floor, i didn't know how it got there but I didn't care. I limped over to it and sat on the floor against the wall. I held the shard in my hand and shakily pressed it against my wrist, I screwed my eyes shut and winced as I made the first slash across it.

"Failure"

"Idiot"

"...Slut"

"Worthless"

"N-nothing"

"Irrelevant"

"...Unloveable"

I watched the blood move around my wrist and drip onto the floor, I felt my eyes grow heavy and everything went black.

I waited for the inevitable.

Horrors POV
As I tried to think of things to say to apologise to lust I started to pick up the scent of blood, at first I assumed it was Dave and his goons doing their business "...wait, they're never here during the weekend" after realising who it was most likely coming from I quickly rushed out of my room with a roll of bandages, as I ran closer to lusts room the scent got stronger.

I quickly picked the lock and saw him on the floor unconscious, blood poured out of his wrist at an alarming rate. I quickly picked up his weightless body and held him in my arms, ignoring the pain from the pressure applied to my broken wrist, and kicked open the door that led to the employee lounge, I rushed down the stairs and placed his wrist under the running water in the sink "thank fuck for the mini kitchen" after the cuts were visible and most of the blood was washed off I quickly patted his arm dry with a hand towel and wrapped it up in the bandages, even though he was still unconscious, I was relieved when I saw his chest slowly moving up and down, I leaned near his face to make sure, I felt his breathing on my cheek.

I took him back to his room and gently laid him in his bed, I tucked him in and admired him as he slept, I blushed at how he naturally curled himself into a ball when he slept, he looked like he was hugging an imaginary person in his sleep almost as if he wanted someone to join him, I continued to stare at him until I saw him squirm around in his sleep, I quietly left the room and gently closed the door.

"I hope he can forgive me"