Rob's POV
I woke up and the first thing I did was look to my side to see Preston. But when I looked, he wasn't there. I looked around. This isn't my room, this is... Matt's... room. "Oh, you're up!" I heard Matt say, and I got scared. I sat up and tried to run to open the door, but I was tackled back down on the bed by Matt. "Sh, it's okay." He whispers, slowly pulling my pajama pants down, and I slapped him on the cheek. Matt growled, and flicked me on the nose, which really hurts. Matt kept trying to get my clothes off, but I kept hitting him, and every time I hit him, he flicked my nose. He pinned my arms down and started kissing me, and I struggled to get away, but he held me tightly. I started crying. Where is Preston? I want Preston, where is he? Just as I thought that, the door flew open and Matt jumped off of me. I saw a very very very pissed off Preston. "Rob, I'm sorry for doing this, but I'm gonna unleash the old me." He said. *A/N I always warn my friends not to piss me off unless they wanna meet the old me who curses 5 times as much as PewDiePie* "You little insensitive f*cker! Why can't you learn to leave my sweet little angel alone?! He's far too sweet to be hurt by a dumb*ss like you! Now get out of my face, and if you lay another d*mn finger on Rob, I will snap your f*cking neck!" *A/N The old me is about 7 times worst than that* Preston yelled, the closed him eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm alright now." He said, turning to me, and I started crying partly from Matt trying to rape me again, and partly because Preston is starting to scare me. I've never seen him like that. "Aw, Rob it's okay." Preston said, sitting down and trying to put an arm around me, but I scooted away. "I know that I seemed scary but that was about 2 weeks of anger and rage that I had to let out." Preston said, putting an arm around me, and this time I let him. I laid my head down on his shoulder, and he picked me up and carried me to our room. "Robbie, baby, what did Matt do to you?" Preston asked, and I pointed to my nose and flicked the air. "Aw, it's okay, he's not gonna hurt you anymore." Preston said. Then, I jumped up and ran over to my sock drawer and grabbed my journal, and handed it to Preston, and he read it. He put my journal down on the bed and hugged me. "It's okay." He whispered.
=A/N===
Okay, finally got this chapter out! BTW go check out my other stories like Camp Supernatural, Smashed To Pieces, and My Cousin's Best Friend. K, Cya all later, and goodbye! *Goodbye howl*
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Silence
أدب الهواةPreston, a 20 year old who lives in Canada in a house by himself, until he meets another boy who turns his whole world around. Rob, a 19 year old mute who went through some 'problems' with his boyfriend, Matt, and thinks he has nothing else to fall...