Beeduo 2: electric bugaloo

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Tubbo POV:

The cold wall sent a harsh sensation up my exposed back,  followed by the vicious impact of derek's teeth coming into contact with my skin, biting roughly at the flesh.

"Please.. derek I'm sorry" I sobbed

"You promised tubbo!" He growled launching at my neck with his hand, he squeezed it and I could feel my air flow being blocked.

"Pl- plea- der-"

I couldn't get any words out but Derek seemed to get the message, letting go of my neck and letting me collapse onto my knees.

"I'm going out!" He shouted as he left the room

"Huh? Wh- where to?" I asked as I slowly got my breath back

"I don't fucking know yet. Probably Cara's room" he growled slamming the door as he left.

I curled up into a ball on the floor, sobbing quietly. The tears dripping onto the floor.

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It took me a while but I finally calmed down. When I did I left the dorm aswell. I walked around the campus until I found a bench to sit on, it was peaceful the only sound was the wind brushing against the leaves.

Although the silence was soon interrupted by an unfamiliar voice "hey there! Can I sit?" A man asked

I nodded my head meekly "what brings you here so late?" He asked

"Oh Uh I'm just thinking. What about you?" I returned

"Oh I just finished my night shift at the sandwich shop" he smiled.

The man sat in silence for a minute taking his place on the bench next to me.

He soon turned to me again "how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself. You probably don't want to be sitting next to a complete stranger in the middle of the night. My names Darryl but people call me bad" he put his hand out for me to shake which I did slowly

"I'm tubbo" I responded

"So what are you thinking about?" He asked

"It's not important" I whispered wiping my nose and then eyes so that no more tears would fall.

"It's gotta be something important if your crying over it" he said, then he waited for a moment before speaking again "I'm sorry that was rude, it's just an observation I made. I'm so insensitive I didn't mean to bring it up sorry" he sputtered

"It's fine, I just had a bit of a disagreement with my- my boyfriend" I said meekly

"Oh, did he- did he do that" Bad asked pointing at my neck, I touched it as a way to feel the mark or bruise and it hurt like a Bitch. I didn't admit to it but I did nod.

"That's not good tubbo, that's- that's a toxic relationship you need to get out of there" bad panicked

"I'm sorry but it's not really any of your business, he's my boyfriend and he loves me in his own way" I returned

"Yes I know I'm- I'm sorry. May I ask who it is?"

"Ugh fine. It's a guy called derek" I groaned

"Derek Smith?" He asked

"Yeah you know him?"

"I know what he's done"

"And what is that exactly"

"Well..."