Left out. . . {bxbxb}

Chapter twenty-eight

I'm not dead, I swear
Also, it's the last chapter :0 

TW: Abuse, talk about rape

Derek came into the dorm at seven. 

Andrew still hadn't made up his mind, though, so when Derek returned, he panicked. "Have you decided?" Derek asked crossing his arms. Andrew started taking quick, shallow breaths. "N-No..." Andrew muttered, desperately praying to whoever was listening that Derek would understand. 

Derek scoffed. "Is this really such a big decision? Obviously, you'd pick me, so go ahead and say it!" Derek insisted. Andrew swallowed nervously, making Derek freeze. "You're... actually considering... choosing those bastards over me?" He questioned, laughing slightly as if the mere thought was ridiculous. 

"Uh, well-" Andrew began before Derek cut him off. "Are you kidding?" He interrupted, angrily stalking toward Andrew. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Derek growled, forcing Andrew back against a wall. 

"D-Derek, please... I don't want to choose. W-Why can't I have all of you guys?" Andrew begged for Derek to not make him choose but Derek only got angrier. "Because I can tell that they like you more than 'friends,'" Derek hissed, and despite the situation, Andrew blushed. "T-they do...?" He asked, trying to cover his face so Derek didn't see the redness spreading across it.

For a split second, Derek's anger faded and was replaced with shock. Derek took a step back, his face morphing into angry confusion. "Do you-..." Derek trailed off. Andrew's heart stopped. Did Oliver and Jackson like him in that way? Did he like them in that way back? Why did knowing this now feel so... weird.

Derek clenched his fists. His entire face was red and his nails dug into his palm harshly, but his anger made the pain almost nonexistent. Derek grabbed Andrew's arm tightly, roughly pulling Andrew closer. "You aren't leaving me, got it?" Derek threatened. Andrew started to breathe quicker than normal, wincing as Derek's nails dug harshly into his skin. "D-Derek, you're hurting me..." Andrew whimpered, making Derek simply tighten his hold on Andrew's arm. "Fucking good," He hissed.

Andrew panicked, using all his strength to yank his arm from Derek, backing up against the door as the angry look in Derek's eyes turned almost murderous. Derek took a few deep breaths before screaming at Andrew and throwing the nearest object at him, which was a white mug that Derek had forgotten to put in the sink. It shattered on impact against the wall behind a terrified Andrew. 

The mug missed Andrew's face by a centimeter and Andrew slapped his hand to his cheek even though he knew the mug hadn't hit him. "I'm sorry!" Andrew cried, holding his hands over his face. "You fucking should be, bitch," Derek growled. 

Andrew knew what was coming next, but he still wasn't prepared for it. Andrew shut his eyes tight as Derek raised his fist and punched his face. He cried out in shock and pain, even if he knew it was coming. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as Andrew sobbed in pain and misery. 

He didn't want this. He just wanted to have a nice boyfriend or boyfriends who would love him and take care of him. Why couldn't his life just be that easy?

Pain pierced his body as Derek roughly shoved him down on the floor. He tried to put his hands down to balance himself, but by mistake, he pushed his hands down on the shards of mug that were still on the ground. A broken cry left Andrew's mouth as he grimaced at the fragments of mug sticking out of his now bleeding palm. 

Andrew cried in pain as he attempted to pull the pieces that were in his palm. "D-Derek..." Andrew whispered. "Please... please stop..." He begged, barely above a whisper. His pleas were ignored, as Derek scoffed and slapped Andrew across the face. "Do you still want to leave?" Derek asked, narrowing his eyes at Andrew as if daring him to say yes.