The fighting club

Blue bruises down your back pt 2

Tw for physical abuse, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts. I cried writing this

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For what felt like hours, Blue rested his head against the door. Until his heart stopped racing and until his headache faded slightly.

Of course, there is no rest for the damned, he perked up again when he heard his phone vibrate on the nightstand.

With a quiet groan, Blue got up again, grabbing his phone and sitting on the bed to check his messages.

"U alive?" Wrote Licorice, his best and only friend.

"Barely.." Blue replied, taking a moment to think what he wanted to say next. "I'll survive tho"

The little typing bubble appeared then disappeared a few times, Licorice took his time to reply.

"Do you really meant what yu said ysterday?"

Blue's memory of the night before was foggy at best, nothing really made sense other than the many, many shots he drank.

"What did I say? I fr can't remember"

Again, the bubble came back and disappeared a few times. "You said you wanted to run away from home"

That phrase made Blue's chest skip a beat, was he brave enough to do such a thing? Absolutely not.

He sighed, thinking about what to reply for a few minutes, fingers hovering over the keyboard of his phone.

"Idk" He typed, then deleted. "I was drunk" Deleted. "I wouldn't dare" deleted. "I don't want to" deleted.

Finally, he decided to simply hit send after many attempts of justifying himself.

"I'm not sure." He simply said.

Licorice didn't reply back, at least not fast enough to keep Blue entertained in the conversation. The figure simply threw his phone back on the nightstand and walked out of his room into the second floor bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror, groaning quietly at his appearance.

Blue looked tired, almost sickly, the red area on his forehead where he had hit the counter started to swell a bit and would not look good tomorrow if he didn't do something about it.

He grabbed a small clean rag from one of the cabinets and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Looking around, Blue couldn't see his uncle anywhere.

"If I'm lucky he went for a walk.." Blue thought to himself, grabbing an ice tray from the fridge and dumping some of the ice on the rag to makeshift a compress. "If I'm luckier... He got run over by a bus..."

He leaned over the counter, pressing the cold compress against his forehead gently, groaning when the cold spread all over his skin.

While he stood there, his mind wandered back to the message Licorice had sent him. Was he truly talking about leaving while drunk like that?

Uncle Navy was the only family member he had, at least, that he knew of. 

How could he ever think about abandoning family?

He simply couldn't.

Blue shook his thoughts away when he heard footsteps coming from the backyard door, he rushed back upstairs, not wanting to be seen by his uncle again.

He closed the door to his room and sat back on his bed - one hand holding the compress, the other grabbing his phone.

"You just seemed real srs about it. Wanted to make sure ya kno." Licorice had replied to his message, Blue didn't bother to reply.