Trauma -BoyxBoy-

Forty

CW- noncon in this chapter (it's a bit more explicit than I usually try to be, though it still kinda cuts away when it happens). And a lot of gross guys that will probably make you angry (I am, and I wrote them.) If you want to skip all that there is some *semi* comfort between Talon and Lucas near the end.

Sorry for taking forever to post, I'm not gonna drone on about it but a lot of stuff went on in my life recently. I feel like this chapter isn't as great as it could've been, but I've been staring at it for so long trying to finish it that it has become like a little demon to me lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and thank you for continuing to read and support this story <3 (also especially thanks to leomylove4455 for always checking in :) )

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Waking up in someone else's arms is a weird feeling. At first, in the delusions of a tired mind, it seems comforting, like everything else is just a distant memory and nothing more-- like touch wasn't such a conflicting feeling and it would feel good again how it was supposed to. But as consciousness returns to me, I am reminded of where I actually am. I can feel him, next to me on the mattress, his side flush against my bare back, arm splayed under my neck.

I try to close my eyes and act like I'm still asleep, but my body betrays me, tensing up at his touch and unintentionally taking a sharp inhale through my nose. Just his presence is enough to send my body out of order. He only signifies uncertainty and hurt.

"Ohh, you're finally awake," He hums slyly, bending his elbow to brush his hand over my forehead. I flinch back slightly, eyes drawing down in disdain. "I've been being nice, and waiting patiently for you."

I had no idea how long I had slept, but I still felt tired. The aches in my body felt worse than before.

"Get up." Hardheads deep voice orders.

I don't want to get up, I don't want the day to start. In a sick, twisted way, it feels like getting up in the morning for school. I ignore my wants though, and use my shaking arms to prop myself up and drag my lower body slowly off the edge of the bed. I stand up, turning to face him, hugging my arms close.

Hardhead eyes me and smirks, reaching his arm down his edge of the bed and tosses a plastic bag at me, "Go in the bathroom, shower quick, clean yourself up and put that on. Don't take too long."

I look at him, then at the bag, unable to make out what is in it. A frown forms on my face, knowing it couldn't be anything good.

"Get your ass moving, Mutt. Now." He growls, emphasis on the demand. I jump slightly at his tone, biting my lower lip. As to not make my situation any worse, I grab the bag and walk quickly Into the en suite, not wasting a second and turning the shower on.

I nearly groaned at how good the water felt up here. The pressure was nice, and it actually got hot. There were a bunch of different soaps on a shower rack, lots of them looked barely used. I opened and smelled each one, trying to make sure I didn't end up smelling like him. I finally got to clean up the blood on my knees, and the gross feeling of sweat. It was hard to force myself to get out, but I didn't want to push Hardhead's limits.

As I towelled off, my heartbeat grew faster, and it didn't stop until I was staring down at the bag resting on the countertop.

I hesitated, before folding out the plastic and grabbing hold of whatever was at the top, holding it in both hands to see. A few tears slipped from my eyes in pure frustration. It was a skirt... lilac frills and white lace. It looked short too.

With no time to waste, I swallowed my fear and slid it over my legs. I was right; it just barely covered my ass. there were matching socks in the bag, they came up to my knees, lacey at the top, fucking garters to go with them. I'm surprised he didn't give me damn cat ears too, I guess the collar was enough for this creep.