52 Weeks

Messes

Aleks tried to free his hands, tried to turn his head away but he was stuck. James' hand was on him, in a way that shouldn't be forced upon anyone. James' mouth finally left his, only to start biting his neck. Aleks inhaled deeply, feeling tears press against his eyes.

"Stop! James, no!" Aleks' voice was cracking as his legs kicked out.

"Please, please." Aleks began to beg.

5 Minutes Later

When did Aleks get into this allyway?

10 Minutes Later

Where was Jordan?

15 Minutes Later

So cold, so cold

20 Minutes Later

James was gone. He ran off, leaving Aleks with ripped clothes and blood stained boxers. Aleks didn't know what was wet from the rain and what was wet from his own tears.

"Aleks!" Aleks could faintly hear Jordan calling for him. James didn't tell Jordan the right area. That's why he was late, this was planned.

"Aleks, where are you?!" He called again, to which Aleks whimpered. His throat hurt, he couldn't speak any louder.

"Aleks!" Footsteps grew louder as Aleks forced himself to sit up. His body ached and his wrist was most definitely broken. James had stepped on it with his steeled toe boot.

"Aleks, what happened?" Jordan pushed Aleks' hair out of his eyes, noticing immediately the bruises on his face and the way he held his wrist.

"Let's talk at home, once we get you dry, and that wrist taken care of it doesn't look too good." Jordan watched for a moment, questions marking his facial features before he reached down and lifted Aleks. Aleks gripped onto Jordan's shirt, tears still flowing down his cheeks and hiccups leaving his small body.

"Do you want to lay down in the back?" Jordan questioned, the rain had stopped. Leaving Aleks' tears that much more noticeable. He didn't respond, his brain still processing what had happened and his mouth unable to move. Jordan placed him in the back seat and slid his coat off and onto Aleks.

The drive back to Jordan's house was filled with shuddery breaths, whimpers and muffled cries. Aleks had covered his mouth to try and force himself to stop but it wasn't helping. Jordan didn't even ask Aleks if he needed help, just lifted him out of the car and took him upstairs. He placed Aleks in a room he wasn't familiar with.

"Where a-am I-I?" Aleks sniffled, and hiccuped while speaking, his wrist still held close to his chest.

"You're alright, it's my room it was closer than yours." Jordan stroked Aleks' hair, learning from various nightmare that it calmed him down.

"M-my wrist h-hurts." Aleks was sitting up and placed his head on Jordan's shoulder. Jordan was all that Aleks had, and he was all that Aleks needed right now. Jordan carefully moved Aleks' arm from his chest, turning it around to check out the bruise that was already prominent.

"That's because it's sprained. Do you know how?" Jordan questioned softly. Aleks' breath caught in his throat and he choked on his words. He pressed his face further into Jordan's neck and shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it at all. It would be just like reliving it and that was the last thing that he wanted.

"D-don't make me s-say it." Aleks shivered as he felt the warmth from Jordan. Jordan grabbed the blanket that lay on the stool by the end of the bed. He wrapped it around Aleks' shoulders and pulled him closer to his chest.

"Come here, let's focus on getting you warm." Jordan rubbed at Aleks' back. He could feel the tears still slipping down Aleks' cheeks and didn't know what to do. He wanted to make Aleks feel better but he didn't know how. Aleks was slowly returning his breathing to somewhat normal, his tears drying on his cheeks and Jordan's shoulder.

Aleks' eyes were shut, his wrist back up by his chest and his other hand gripping onto Jordan's shirt. Jordan could tell that Aleks was asleep within moments. He carefully layed Aleks back against the pillow, moving the blanket on top of him. Next was grabbing the gauze from the cabinet and fixing up Aleks' wrist. The doctor wouldn't be able to come for at least two days and he had to help Aleks. Had to do everything he could to clean up the mess that he made.