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12

Sleeping all day felt nice.

His eyes would slowly blink open to Ted or Charlie or Minx shaking him awake to feed him but soon after Jonathan would slip back into sleep. Everything hurt, emotionally and physically.

After sleeping the whole next two days, Jonathan finally decided that was enough and forced himself to get out of bed. During his slumber, Ted had the locks changed on all the doors and made sure all of the windows were locked as well.

Ezra hadn't show up at all, which was relieving to everyone. They were waiting for him to show eventually but didn't want to force Jonathan to wake up and pack all of his things just yet, so they all stayed at the house.

"Good morning!" Minx cheered as Jonathan clambered out of bed, tripping over his feet since they were tangled in his sheets.

The woman steadied him, wrapping her arm around Jonathan's to help him walk easier. A blush spread across his face in embarrasment. Everyone seemed to be treating him like a child.

After Jonathan was steadied, Minx let him go but made sure to be prepared to help him if needed. She wasn't sure what all had happened to the man, considering his whole body was covered head to toe in bruises.

Charlie and Ted were in the kitchen talking amongst themselves as the both focused on making breakfast. Charlie was flipping pancakes (his special chocolate chip pancakes) while Ted focused on frying bacon and eggs.

Immediately, Jonathan felt his empty stomach rumble with desperate hunger. He hadn't eaten since Ezra and him sat down for dinner, and he didn't get more than a few good bites in.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he plopped down into his chair. Everyone gave him a look which caused him to look down at his feet in embarrasment. They tried to resume regular conversation, hoping that Jonathan would feel less uncomfortable and join in.

Minx didn't seem to get this memo, so she interrupted. "How ya feeling bud?"

A sense of unease filled Jonathan's mind and body as the weight of the situation seemed to crush his shoulders. It felt like breathing became difficult in that moment.

Minx stepped back in realization that she probably should have let Jonathan speak when he's ready. The situation was much worse than everyone imagined it to be. They didn't know the severity of the abuse.

"I don't know." Jonathan responded truthfully. His heart ached and longer for Ezra's love and touch but he was also scared for his life now. "Everything is fucked up. You guys shouldn't be here."

Panic rose in Jonathan's mind. If Ezra found out everyone was here, he'd probably kill Jonathan or hurt his friends or honestly both.

"We got the locks changed. Ezra can't get in the house anymore." Charlie pitched in. He hoped that made Jonathan feel better, but it didn't seem to ease his mind.

Jonathan noticed his phone was on the table, so he snatched it up before anyone could protest. There were lengthy texts from Ezra, all apologizing and shaming himself for what he did.

Ted snatched the phone away. "Don't believe those texts, Schlatt. He beat you. You need to press charges."

Jonathan snatched the phone back. "I know what I have to do, Ted. I'm not a child."

"How are you going to be an asshole to me as if I didn't bring Minx and Charlie to help me protect you and take care of you. Ezra beat you. He probably could have killed you, but I'm the problem here?" Ted snapped. He was tired of this.

Jonathan shook his head, fighting tears. He stood up abruptly to his room to get dressed, Ezra's number already being dialed.

As much as it hurt to call him, Jonathan needed to make sure things ended on a good note, whether that meant he'd have to date Ezra again. Whatever it took to keep his sex work a secret, he'd do it.

Ezra had hours of evidence of Jonathan on camera before and after they have sex. They even had personal recordings of each other that Jonathan would probably die if they got leaked.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to call me." Ezra said, as soon as the call connected. "I see your friends have been at the place for a while. What the fuck is that about?"

Jonathan sighed. "Ted came over randomly. Said he had a bad feeling, took care of me while I slept off my injuries."

A scoff escaped Ezra's lips, which made Jonathan's heart ache. How did it get to this point? How did Ezra go from such a sweet, caring man to someone so cruel? Memories flooded Jonathan's mind of all the amazing times he had with the man, but the pain in his chest brought him back to reality.

"Whatever. Are you going to come over or what? Haven't been decently fucked since the last time we fucked." Ezra replied with a bored tone.

Jonathan couldn't help but wonder if that meant Ezra had slept with other people again. It probably did, but at least Ezra didn't enjoy them as much as he enjoyed Jonathan.

"Yeah, sure." Jonathan breathed out. He tried convincing himself it was a good idea. "Can you pick me up? They hid my keys and I want to avoid them."

It sounded like a good idea to cater to Ezra's feelings, especially if he wanted things to go smoothly. It worked, cuz Ezra let out an excited squeal, promising to be there as soon as he can.

Jonathan went back inside his house, eyebrows furrowed to pretend he wasn't incredibly upset at the disappointed faces staring at him.

"Ezra's picking me up." Jonathan explained as he wrapped his arms around himself. "I know you don't understand my decisions. But my whole career lays in Ezra's hands and I cannot risk him leaking anything."

Minx's eyes were wide. "You're going back to him?"

"I have to." Was all Jonathan said, before hearing a honk sounding. He jumped, awkwardly waving goodbye to his friends before running out to Ezra's car.

Ezra had already gotten out of the vehicle. He knew that the three friends were watching, so he pulled Jonathan in for a rough, sexual kiss.

Jonathan couldn't help but let out a little gasp, embarrassingly full of desperation. He couldn't breathe, and it felt like fire was gripping his hips instead of Ezra's petite hands.

Eventually Jonathan came back to reality and pulled away, deeply breathing and a blush tinting his cheeks. The pair were staring at each other silently, both panting.

And once again, it was ruined by Ezra punching Jonathan in the face.

The man fell to the ground with a cry as he gripped his gushing nose. "What the fuck Ezra?" He sobbed.

Ezra pulled him up by his shoulders roughly, before opening the door to the car and shoving the crying man in. He was regretting his little hobby of boxing, where he had forced Ezra to attend classes with him.

Ezra grinned towards the house, where Ted and the others had ran outside. Ezra flipped them off before getting in his car and speeding off.