byler oneshots

46 - lonnie's back

*they are together*
*ANGST and fluff*
*will pov*
*TW ABUSE/SLURS*

I pull on my favorite brown sweater along with baggy jeans before lacing up my converse. I brush through my hair four the thousandth time before grabbing a tote bag with my sketchbook and pencils in it, slinging it over my shoulder.

As I get some breakfast, I hear a knock on the door, which is weird because Mike isn't supposed to be here for another twenty five minutes. I quickly run to the door, swinging it open eagerly to my father.

It's been over three years since he's left, and each day has been better without him. He looks worse now. A lot worse. His beard is grown out, his hair is buzzed, but his eyes are as dark and as hatred as ever.

"Dad." I choke out. He pushes past me and into the house, calling moms name over and over again into the empty house.

"She's at work." I stutter, still trying to process that he's here.

"How about Jonathan?" he says, busting into Jonathan's empty room.

"He's in college." I say, dumbfounded at the fact that he doesn't even know how old we are.

"Fine. I need money. Got any?" he asks, going into my room. I chase after him, watching as he opens all the drawers.

"You're asking your sixteen year old son for money?! Typical." I scoff, immediately regretting my words.

"Don't give me that attitude." he yells, going into moms room and opening her jewelry box. He pulls out her favorite necklace from her grandma, the chain covered in diamonds.

"This has gotta be worth at least a few thousand." he says, slipping it in his pocket.

"You can't take that!" I yell, tears forming in my eyes.

"Oh shut up, Will. You have no idea what your talking about. Oh yeah, and why are you dressed like that?" he laughs.

"L - Like what?" I stutter.

"Like a fucking queer." he says. The words pierce through my heart as I work up the courage to say something I never thought I would have the courage to do.

"I have a boyfriend and I don't care what you have to say about it." I say, but before I can even react, his fist swings and punches me in the face. I stumble backwards and into the hallway, my back against the wall.

"I always knew it! I can't believe my son is actually a fag! I can't fucking believe you!" he screams, punching my stomach. I can feel blood come up into my mouth from his strength as he punches me in the ribs and stomach over and over.

"Stop!" I scream, falling onto the floor, but he doesn't stop. He kicks my back a few times, my whole body burning with pain. After a few more kicks, I hear him storm out of the house and slam the door, leaving me in a heap on the floor.

I begin to sob loudly, not able to move whatsoever. I lay in the fetal position, hugging my body that aches with unbearable pain. I can feel blood slowly drip out of my nose and onto the floor, but no matter how hard I try, I can't move.

I lay there for a while more, sobbing and waiting for someone to get home, and that's when I hear a knock on the door. I then remember my date with Mike.

He knocks a few times, and then a few minutes later, he begins calling my name.

"Will! Will are you okay?" he yells through the closed door. His voice is muffled, and I try to yell back, but my body won't let me.

Another minute later, I hear the door open, and this time it's my heart that hurts.

"I'm coming in!" Mike warns. I hear the door close behind him, and a few footsteps.

"Will!" he yells, obviously seeing me. I try to respond, but I can't. He falls on his knees, turning me onto my back as I wince and sob in pain.

"I'm so sorry." he says, gasping a second later when he sees my bloody and bruised face.

"Oh my god, Will. What happened?" he says, wiping some of the blood away.

"My dad." is all I can say. I can hear him suck a breath of air in sharply.

"We need to get you cleaned up. I know it's gonna hurt like hell, but your gonna have to get up and go into the bathroom." Mike says. I don't want to, but I know he's right.

"Okay." I groan. I push myself onto my elbows, my back aching. I slowly move up so that I'm sitting normally, and Mike stands up, using all of his weight to pull me off the ground.

I sob loudly in utter and complete pain as I stand up, putting my arm around Mike. He leads me to the bathroom, leaning me on the sink.

"You've gotta take your shirt and jeans off so that I can clean you up." Mike says, grabbing the first aid kit from above the mirror.

Completely mortified, I remove my sweatshirt painful and then my jeans and shoes, leaving me just in my black boxers. Mikes cheeks go pink, as do mine as I turn around so that he can see my back.

"Holy, shit." he says, running his hand lightly over my back.

"How bad is it?" I say, beginning to cry again.

"Really bad. God, I'm so sorry. I can't believe he did this to you." Mike says, causing me to cry even more.

"Here, take some pain killers. That's all we can do for everything besides the cut on your eye." He says, handing me two pills. I take them with ease, turning around so that I'm facing Mike. He grabs a warm washcloth, pressing it against my face.

I wince, but it honestly feels and looks a lot better when he's done.

"Thank you. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." I cry.

"Don't be sorry. I love you so much and I'm sorry this happened to you." Mike says. I begin to sob and collapse into his arms, and he slides down the door, pulling me into his lap. I cry silently as he kisses my head over and over, melting away the pain.

"I love you too." I say when I'm finally done crying.