Romeo and Romeo

The storm

A/n- does this song explicitly fit this chapter, no, but is it a bop and does it fit THIS CHARACTER yes :) a warning for this chapter sorry but I can't spoil y'all with too much fluff <3

I get back home by about 9:45, 25 minutes after I told my dad I'd be back. This will not end well. I walked into the house and he was in the kitchen, so I tried to tiptoe into my room, because maybe if he doesn't see me he'll just forget.
I was wrong. Again. He spins around and looks at me, his harsh blue eyes all anger, I can't remember the last time my father looked at me with love, or even kindness. Nowadays he was all ice and viciousness. I hadn't hugged him since I was 11 when my mom died, I can remember the exact moment actually.
I was at her funeral and crying, my father came up to me and said "boys shouldn't cry like that, it's embarrassing" this only made me cry harder, because what the fuck, and he gave me an awkward half hug. It wasn't even a full hug and it was nothing like my mothers soft all encasing bear hugs. His arm just went across my shoulder and then he patted my back and walked away. That was it the last hug I had gotten from this man.
Now he was glaring at me from the kitchen, his gaze alone was enough to make me fidget, but he fucking hated fidgeting so I kept it in. He stomped over and I could imagine steam coming out of his ears like in a cartoon. He grabbed me by my collar and lifted me off the ground. My father was built like a tank, he was large but all muscle, he was tall as hell, and he was strong. All a horrible combination when put with his explosive anger and tendency to beat his children.
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN" he roared, I thought that was a stupid question, I told him where I went.
"I-I was dropping off a f-f-friend, I g-got lost" my dad had this insane power to make me stutter, I used to stutter when I was little really bad but had grown out of it in more recent years, but with my father it always came back, and in full force.
"WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE LEAVING" his voice never changed pitch or tone, like monotonous yelling, but I had told him where I went, he even called Romeo's name stupid.
"I-I-I did t-tell you, y-you said h-his names s-s-stupid" for some reason this only seemed to piss him off more, because he chunked me across the room like a child throwing a doll. I rolled a little as I landed, hoping it would take the brunt of the fall away. It did not. He stomped over again, apparently not done using me like a personal punching bag.
"DONT FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME BOY" and there it was, his signature kick, right my gut, I folded over and held the place where he kicked, trying not to puke. But of course he wasn't done and came down with a punch on my cheek. That would bruise tomorrow, but nobody'll say anything about it. I winced in pain because fuck that hurt. He yanked me up by the collar again and landed a punch right between the ribs. I spat out a little blood that had come up and that seemed to just piss him off more.
"SPITTING ON MY FUCKING FLOOR BOY, DIDNT YOUR MOTHER EVER TEACH YOU MANNERS" no, she didn't, she died before she really could. Suddenly I was being pushed at a wall and hands were on my throat. This isn't good, this isn't good at all. My vision started to get little black dots and heard screaming. It sounded far away, or like I was under water, it sounded like a girl, but I couldn't make out anything she said. The hands on my throat loosened up and I fell to my knees on the ground. Coughing and trying to catch my breath I started being able to pick out little pieces of the conversation.
"Stop—you'll—this isn't—why" and my dads "mind—business—faggot" who? Who was he talking to, was it Lola? Oh god no LOLA. I fell to the floor and everything went dark.
When I woke up I was in my bed, it was dark but nobody was in here, my head was throbbing and my throat was sore. Shit man, how do I explain away finger shaped bruises on my throat I thought while looking at my throat and face on my phone. I'll just say I got into a fight, that's believable for me. I checked the time, 5am, I guess I slept all night. Lola didn't have school today because of some cheer competition so she was going to catch a bus for that at 6. No need for me to drive her today, which meant a morning to myself. I changed into almost the same thing as yesterday, but jeans instead.
I didn't want to go through the house and risk seeing my father, not after that explosion last night, so I just hopped out my window and got in my car. Vesper didn't ask for a ride and I want the morning alone so I'm not picking him up today. I just drove around for an hour or so before school. I found myself driving the route I got lost on yesterday, until I saw a familiar street, and a familiar face.
"HEY, ROMEO WHATS UP YOU WANT A RIDE" okay so maybe I wanted to be alone before, but Romeo never yelled in my car, or changed the radio station, or argued about fucking math at the asscrack of dawn, so he gets a pass.
"IF ITS NOT A PROBLEM HELL YEAH" he yelled back, which surprised me because the only other time I remember him cursing was when I snapped at him, maybe he had an energy drink or something this morning. He hopped in the passengers side and smiled his stupid puppy dog smile at me. Motherfucker that smiles really growing on me.
"So, how's ya morning" I asked with my own little smirk, turns out I have developed a new expression, a smirk.
He didn't respond right away, he just looked at me wide eyed "dude, what the fuck happened to you."
Did he just say fuck?!?! And then I remembered, my neck, my cheek, my stomach was bruised too but he couldn't see that. "Oh I got into a fight, that's nothing new I'll be good as new in a few days" and then that fake smile flashed across my face directed at him.
"It's alright if you don't wanna talk about it" and then, he did the most unexpected thing, he reached out and touched my cheek, I winced away because it still hurt like a bitch, but that feeling in my stomach returned, that little twisting and turning of my organs. It felt like my stomach was soup and somebody was stirring it up.
We pulled into the school parking lot, we still had thirty minutes before class, so we sat there looking at eachother. We didn't talk, I just looked at him, and he looked back at me, and then his hands were touching my cheek. they traveled across the bruise, just barely touching skin. Then they traveled along my neck to those ones, still a light butterfly touch.
He asked, softly "are there... any others" I gaped at him, was he asking to see...to touch my bruises. But even against my better judgement I nodded my head and pulled my shirt up. If my face and neck were a shock, my body was a bomb. It was covered in them, of varying severity and age. some were yellow and barely visible, othered blue and purple and huge. Romeos hands didn't miss a single one, running his fingers along my body. I shivered against the cold touch, for such a warm boy his fingers were freezing fucking cold. His fingers reached one brand new one, the one between my ribs, and he bent down, and kissed it. I think my mind short circuited because I moaned. Not even joking, a moan. He looked up at me and from that angle I could imagine some very very rated r things happening.
I pulled my shirt down and pushed him back.
"Schools starting we should go to class" and just like that I threw myself out of the car and away from him. I need to get as far from that as possible.

A/n- ;) poor poor repressed Marcus, also I do not want to talk about how I've put 5? 6? I don't even remember but a shit ton of chapters out today,