Kyle and Sawyer arrived home late, exhausted from the day's events. After changing, Kyle lay on his bed, lost in thought.
He replayed the day's events, happy that Sawyer's friends accepted him. But his mood darkened, thinking about school tomorrow and his bullies.
Their cruel words echoed in his mind: "fucking fairy , fucking monkey, you'll never be good enough."
Kyle's eyes stung, tears welling up. He felt like he was drowning in his own despair.
He thought about his past, the pain and the struggles. The memories haunted him, refusing to let go.
Kyle's mind wandered to the blade he hid under his bed, tempting him with its false promise of relief.
He reached for it, his hand trembling. The cool metal felt comforting against his skin.
Sawyer suddenly barged in, interrupting Kyle's downward spiral. "Do you wanna watch a movie? Aunt's back, and she's cooking your favorite."
Kyle hastily hid the blade, nervous that Sawyer might discover his secret.
At dinner, Kyle remained quiet, lost in his thoughts. Aunt Maria's warm smile and Sawyer's jokes couldn't penetrate his darkness.
Afterward, they watched a movie, but Kyle's mind drifted back to cutting. The urge was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing against his fragile mental shore.
Feeling overwhelmed, Kyle excused himself, heading upstairs.
Sawyer noticed his brother's distress but respected his need for space.
Aunt Maria reassured Sawyer, "Give him time to heal."
Kyle locked himself in his room, succumbing to his darkness. He cut his inner thighs, seeking relief from his emotional pain.
The blade sliced through his skin, releasing a wave of endorphins. For a moment, the pain eclipsed his emotional agony.
But the guilt and shame followed, threatening to consume him.
Tears streamed down his face as he realized he'd broken his promise. He knew he needed help but felt ashamed to ask.
"Why am I doing this?" Kyle whispered to himself, despair etched on his face.
He thought about Sawyer and Aunt Maria, how they'd be devastated if they knew.
The weight of his secrets crushed him.
A knock on the door broke the spell. Kyle quickly cleaned up, hiding evidence of his self-harm.
Sawyer's concerned face greeted him. "Didn't we agree no locking doors? What's wrong with you?"
Kyle apologized, unable to meet Sawyer's eyes.
Sawyer's anger dissipated, replaced by worry. He checked Kyle's wrists and shoulders for signs of harm.
Kyle denied doing anything stupid, but Sawyer's doubts lingered.
"We're sleeping together tonight," Sawyer said softly. "Wait for me, okay?"
Kyle agreed, still avoiding eye contact.
Sawyer returned with a soothing music box, helping Kyle relax.
As they snuggled under the covers, Sawyer reassured Kyle, "I love you, bro."
Kyle whispered back, "I love you too."
Sawyer's suspicions lingered, but he pushed them aside, focusing on comforting his brother.
The soothing music lulled them into a peaceful slumber.
But Kyle's darkness lingered, waiting to pounce.
Hours passed, and Kyle's thoughts remained a jumbled mess.
He dreamed of his bullies, his past , their cruel words echoing in his mind.
He dreamed of the blade, its tempting comfort.
Kyle's subconscious screamed for help, but he couldn't find his voice.
As the night wore on, Kyle's restlessness grew.
Sawyer stirred, sensing his brother's unease.
"Hey, you okay?" Sawyer whispered.
Kyle nodded, pretending to sleep.
But Sawyer knew better. He wrapped his arms around Kyle.
"I'm here for you, bro," Sawyer whispered.
Kyle's tears fell silently, grateful for his brother's unwavering support.
As the darkness receded, Kyle's exhaustion took over.
He drifted off to sleep, Sawyer's arms his lifeline.
The next morning, Kyle woke up feeling empty.
Sawyer's concern was evident. "You okay, bro?"
Kyle forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
But Sawyer saw right through him.
At breakfast, Aunt Maria noticed Kyle's distant demeanor.
"Kyle, sweetie, you alright?" she asked.
Kyle nodded, avoiding eye contact.
Aunt Maria exchanged a worried glance with Sawyer.
After breakfast, Sawyer drove Kyle to school like always.
"You know I'm here for you, right?" Sawyer said.
Kyle nodded, feeling a mix of emotions.
As they parted ways, Kyle felt lost.
The school hallways seemed to close in around him.
He felt like an outsider, invisible.
Kyle's bullies taunted him, their words cutting deep.
He wondered if he'd ever find peace.
But then he thought of Sawyer and Aunt Maria.
Their love and support were his anchors.
Kyle took a deep breath
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Beyond The Bruises
Romance"Beyond the Bruises" "After surviving unimaginable trauma, Kyle and his brother Swayer find solace in each other. But when Kyle's past comes back to haunt him, can he find love and healing with Miles, or will the scars of his past tear them apart?"
