Somebody That I Used To Know

I Remember

These flashbacks are quite possibly the worst thing that I've ever written. I want to fking kill him.(Well I did... but you know)

This chapter isn't graphic but there are two intense, horribly horrible flashbacks. The first one comes after the second flashback timewise by like 4 hours by the way.

Every muscle ached. Tom almost wished that he was lying on a bed of heating pads. He wanted to check on the mark on his side but he didn't want to move.

Footsteps come down the hallway.

He's back.

Tom brings his knees to his chest, laying on his right side. He puts one arm over his midsection and one covering his face, just to be sure.

"Tom, dear."

The door creaks open, Matt walking in. "Hey." His voice got louder, almost angrier.

"Hey!" Matt screams. "Answer me when I fucking talk to you."

Tom flinches and scrunches himself in even closer, trying to protect himself the best he could.

"That's it,"

Two hands go under his body, almost like he was weightless, and lift him up. Tom looks down and sees that Matt is holding his almost perfectly chest level, the drop was pretty far from how Tom was laying. Matt's hands let go, a groan leaving Tom's mouth as his head hits the wood floor, vibrating up and down his spine.

"Are you going to fucking answer me now?"

Tom remains silent, bringing himself in the same position he was in before.

"I'm getting real fucking angry. Answer me."

Tom's breath almost stops as he fears what will happen next. Matt cared for him, everything would be fine.

Two large hands slam his forward, now he was lying on his back.

As a large boot is raised from the floor, Tom brings his hands back to his face and neck.

A large scream leaves his lips as a shooting pain fills his lower torso. It was a mix between numbness and getting hit with a jackhammer.

He lets out a shakey whimper of both shock and pain. He tries to lift his head to see what happened.

Matt stands over Tom, his eyes wide.
He kneels down and moves Tom's shirt up a little bit, stopping right under his belly button. He then grabs the waistband of Tom's silk pants.

"No, no, please, please not right now. I... I... I can't." he pleads, tears leaving the sides of his eyes. "It... it hurts."

"Shh, I'm just checking it," Matt says. Tom lifts his head to see a huge bruise already forming on his pelvical area.

"Can you feel anything?"

Tom hangs onto the bedframe above him, squeezing the metal for some slight release. He groans and takes in a deep breath. "Y-yes. A-a lot."

"Fuck," Matt mutters. "I lost my temper, I'm very sorry. I won't do it again, I swear. I didn't want to hurt you."

"You... you said that... ah, you said that earlier."

"I'm not fucking lier. I mean what I say. I just lost my temper."

"I need a doctor."