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The Past is Hard to Accept (it makes you bleed)

                                 Part One

Warnings: past abuse,  past grooming and past self harm!
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Eddy fidgeted with his hands, trying to make himself comfortable on the large couch in the therapist's office. He had never really been to therapy. It wasn't that his family didn't believe in it, they simply didn't have the money. Getting both him and Belle into University was the only cost they could afford. Now that he was living with Brett and had a steady income from youtube. It seemed like the next big step in their relationship.
Eddy didn't like that they were meeting separately though. He felt nervous by being by himself. Of course, he understood why they were doing it that way, it didn't mean he had to like it though. They needed to feel safe in what they talked about, which Eddy was pretty sure he could achieve that with Brett's presence. Maybe he wouldn't share everything but he'd feel more comfortable at least.

The therapist that sat across to him was a woman, a soft smile rested on his already soft features, "Good afternoon, Eddy. How are you?"

"I'm good...just nervous," Eddy pulled a pillow to himself, wrapping his arms around it as soon as it came in contact with his chest.

"It's okay to be nervous Eddy, you don't have to share anything that makes you feel uncomfortable," If Eddy didn't share, they would sit in silence. If Eddy shared they would speak. Either way, this was so they could get comfortable with one another.

Eddy nodded a bit at the sweet-looking man, "Okay..."

"Is it okay if I ask you a question?" The therapist hummed softly as she leaned back to turn on classical music. Clair de Lune played softly in the background.

Eddy relaxed with the sound, "It's okay..."

"Remember you don't have to answer if you don't want to," The woman seemed to be comfortable with the possibility of them not talking for the 40 minutes they were supposed to be together. This was all for Eddy's comfort after all, "In the survey you took before coming in, you mentioned how a lot of your struggles started with the passing of your father and your first boyfriend. Would you mind telling me about that?"

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"I like the way you are, you feel so frail under my hands. Makes me feel like I could break you, I know I could," Strong calloused hands ran down his protruding rib cage. Grabbing roughly at the indents in-between, "You like that too huh, Eddy? Being so fragile and just have to trust me."
Having fingers dig between his ribs made him feel sore if anything, he felt like his boyfriend could shatter his bones.
Maybe he liked it, obviously, he was allowing it to happen. He wouldn't allow it if he didn't actually like it, right?
"Of course I do, Lucas. I trust that you won't do anything." Eddy trembled when the bigger man applied more pressure before he abruptly removed it. Instead, he slid his hands down to Eddy's hips, they stuck sharply out and he held them as if handles.

Lucas smiled softly, kissing Eddy's forehead as he drew him closer, " You're right, I would never hurt you, Eddy. Not on purpose. Never on purpose. You understand that, right?

"I understand," Eddy rested his cheek against his bare shoulder, "I love you."
He loved him as much as any 16 year old could. Lucas was only mildly older than him, it wasn't weird or anything. Eddy didn't think at least, it was only by four years. The older the partner the better, it meant more experience. There was no one to stop him either, Belle was in her first year of University, his father was dead, and his mom working her ass off to keep them both afloat. His friend, Brett, stood in opposition. Always expressing his worry about how thin he had gotten or his distrust of Lucus whenever Eddy came to the orchestra or over to his home with bruises. It really was nothing, Lucas was a good boyfriend. As he said he would never hurt him on purpose. Sometimes he was just a bit too rough.