Terrible Twos: Threes a Blessing before the Blessing

8

The next morning Quackity woke up on the couch, his head ached and his heart racing the moment he sat up. He looked around, the living room.

Jschlatt wasn't home, but there was a very large bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, along side a newer, more expensive phone. He leaned forward and grabbed the small paper from the flowers, read the small typed out apology.

He frowned. Did he really think a simple 'I'm sorry' would make up for everything? He sighed and sat back, reaching up and gently touching his head as it throbbed. He hissed in pain, sighing anf looking at his fingers as he felt flaks from scabs fall down his neck. He glanced at where his head had been laying seeing a little bit of blood soaked into the couch cushion. He swallowed hard wondering how something like that could have happened so fast.

He looked at the TV, the screen black. He could go now. He could leave. He glanced at a corner of the living room where the duffle bag, now empty sat. He could do it. He licked his lips and went to stand, but froze as he heard the front door unlock and swing open. He looked over, seeing his husband walk into the house, his hair ruffled.

"You're up!" He said, smiling. "II was worried you would still be asleep." He walked over and Quackity moved to a corner of the couch, curling in on himself in an attempt to not touch the man. "Do you like your gifts?" Jschlatt asked, eyeing Quackity curiously.

Quackity stared at the flowers, his heart racing. "You could've killed me." He whispered and Schlatt frowned.

"No, I wouldn't have, but you tried to leave me. You don't understand, you can't do that." Schlatt muttered quietly. "I love you. You're mine."

"Schlatt thats not how marriage works." Quackity whispered his eyes filling with tears.

"Yes it is. You married me. You took on my lastname. I own you and you're gonna learn how to be good for me, okay?" Schaltt said it with kindess in his voice but it still made Quackitys heart drop.

"You hate me." He whispered. "How could you do this to someone you love?"

"Because sometimes you need a little sense beat into you, but I'd never actually hurt you." Schlatt cooed, reaching over and grabbing Quackitys hand.

"I bled." Quackity told him, looking at him in shock. "You already actually hurt me."

"You're alive." Schlatt corrected. "Therefore you're not actually hurt."

Quackity stared at him eyes wide and Schlatt sighed. "I don't want you to be scared of me. I want us to be in love and happy but we can't do that if you don't trust me."

"How could I trust you? You were fucking someone else on our anniversary." Quackity asked, his mind racing as he realized the man infront of him was crazy.

"It didn't mean anything." Jschlatt said. "Besides, if I'm gonna sleep with others wouldn't you rather know than me hide it?"

"I'd rather  you not do it at all!" Quacktiy snapped and Jschlatt frowned.

"Fine. I'm sorry." He leaned forward and kissed him softly, cupping his chin. "Come on, lets go to the bathroom and take care of that gash."

...

Quacktiy sat up in bed, Schlatt sleeping peacefully next to him. He could run. He could go and hide and never have to deal with this again. He looked at the face of the man he had convinced himself he loved. His hands tightening on the blanket that covered his sore, bare lower half.

He had decided that he was going to run. He got up slowly, walking over to the dresser and grabbing a few things that he could wear and then tip toed his way out of the room, heading into the living room and grabbing his duffle bag and new phone. He looked at the bedroom as he grabbed the lock, and turned it slowly, hoping the metal click wouldn't wake Jschlatt. Then he pushed the handle down and pulled the door open.