swords men

world of misery

Waking up to his stomach, type kept his head to the side to make a hard face has he looked across the way to his bathroom, type really had to go however he didn't want to get up, his lower back was in an extreme amount of pain, so was his rectum has it wasn't healed from last time.
Type signed has he could really feel his bladder, type then placed his hands to the bed to slowly go up to wince and groan, to shuffle about to not sit, to then get up, to stumble to the wall to hang his head to breathe heavily.
I fucking hate you tharn!
Type whimpered to then go slowly to the bathroom to then relieve himself to the go to wash his hands to shuffle to the bath tub to bend himself over to watch has the water filled the tub.
Maybe this will help me. I'm in so much fucking pain.... Again!
Type rolled his eyes to then move back to slowly remove his clothes to have then drop to slowly and painfully get in, to wince and hard has he settled in for the warmth to go about him, to then lay with his head to the side to wrap his arms about himself, he then used his foot to turn off the water to then place it down to look to the wall
Why the hell did he do this to me? Is it pay back for what happened? He fucking deserved it!
Type closed his eyes to move himself a bit to then sign, the warm water was helping him a little bit.
Ugh! This is not going to happen again! I should have left him there unconscious after I hit him in the head, I should have, he leaves me after what he does!
Type made a hard face to hate the fact he knew he had a good heart.
Type signed to slowly open his eyes to look about.
No more, he texts me, I'll ignore, we can not be left alone again, ever! I'm just so confused, why did he do that? Why does he want to touch me?
Type made a hard face to then eye down to look to the water.
Why..... Do I want to touch him? Ugh! The is something wrong with me! I'm suppose to want to touch a girl like that, to want to be inside of her, not wanting a boy to touch me like that.
Type then held himself harder has confusing feelings ran through him. Type honestly couldn't understand himself, didn't help there weren't any gay couples to his house, type only saw hetro relationships.
Type signed to then move a bit about to lay to then place his hands to either side of the tub to grip to eye up.
I don't know why you keep touching me tharn, or doing what you have, but no fucking more! It is over!
Type closed his eyes to take in a deep breathe has he was in a world of misery and confusement.
The next few days were extremely hard for type, his father didn't believe he had the stomach flu and had him train and hard, by the 4th day type was fighting with his trainer and hard for aawut to be there to watch with his brother who are over type with no expression.
Type then delivered a blow to then be moved back to have his hand to the ground to be eyeing the trainer, to have his sword in the other hand to be eyeing up in a crouch to be breathing and hard, his legs were sore and his lower back, the trainer looked over him to then back up to turn his head to look to aawut to then look back at type.
"Your exhausted, I can see that. You can leave."
Aawut rolled his eyes for type to slowly move towards him while musme stayed to the back.
"No, he can take more."
Type moved up to sign for the teacher to go to aawut.
"More, he then goes to the hospital. He is done "
Aawut narrowed his eyes to then argue with the trainer for type to then slip out after he placed his sword away, musme saw this to then look to his brother to then slip away has well.
Type limped a bit to have a hand to his neck to rub to then be grabbed by his wrist to be pulled to a room to be moved up a bit to have hands wrapped about his throat, type looked down has he couldn't swallow to eye over his Uncle.
Musme narrowed his eyes to apply a bit of pressure to make sure type couldn't breathe for a moment, to then have him drop to his knees, type bent over to place a hand to the ground the other to his neck to cough, musme stepped back to eye over him to then take out a cigarette to lit to place it through his fingers, to continue to eye over type.
"So..... Seems you have a secret?"
Type kept coughing to widen his eyes.
"Wh.... What?" He croaked.
Musme placed his foot to his head to lift it up for them to eye the other, he placed the cigrette to his mouth to inhale to then let it slowly out with the smoke.
"The doctor told me you know. No one was there, so how could you possibly know."
Type gulped, musme narrowed his eyes to then kick type to his head, to make him fall to his side his musme to then turn him to his back to sit on him with the cigrette in his mouth, to place his hands to his collar to move type up a bit, to then use a hand to take out the cigrette to eye him over.
"I have killed family type, do not think for one minute I won't kill you and ask for forgiveness later."
Type gulped has he eyed over his Uncle.
"So.... Who told you?"
Type kept his mouth in a tight line.
Musme eyed him over.
"Mm, your not a rat. That's good, however you black mailed the doctor, I can't have that."
Musme then placed his legs to types arms to pin them down to place a hand to his mouth to pucker, to then place the cigarette over, type squirmed.
"No!"
"Then tell me!"
"I......I..... Won't say anything! So stop!"
Musme narrowed his eyes to then toss the cigarette to the side to lift type up.
"You better not, bring down the doctor or me, there will be hell to pay. Understand?"
Type nodded, musme looked up and down to then let him slowly go to then get up.
"Good, we have an understanding."
Type looked him up and down to then move slowly up to then stand before him even a face for musme to raise an eye brow to step closer.
"Never ever black mail the doctor again. Understand."
Type gave a stiff nod to then go slowly around to limp, musme Took in a deep breathe to eye the empty space to then slowly smirk.
"Type?"
Type signed to then turn to eye over his back for musme to slowly turn to eye him.
"If you do this again, I'll tell aawut."
Musme looked type up and down to give him a devious smile.
Types eyes widened to then scoff to limp away.
Musme then placed his hands to his neck to eye forward.
So much trouble for a drunken kiss.
Musme peered his eyes to the side to then head to the doctor has he wanted more, he always did.