Quinns dad held him tightly as he stared at the deep angry bruise on his cheek. Filled with all color-full colors, showing how much his dad put his body into that one simple punch.
He groans as he pushed the boys face into the light more. "Hm, Your not going to school today". He back away making Quinns head fall. "I can cover it up with makeup". "So you do drag?". He asked, looking Quinn up and down.
"No, I wouldn't have to have makeup if you didn't hit me". "Oh yeah? And should I call cps? Would that make you feel better?"He tilted his head so slightly. Ignoring how much he put his own son into the shadows.
He watched as Quinn never replied. If cps got called, there was a high chance of getting torn apart with Noah, to some far away city or state. To only get kicked out within a few months the moment he turned 18 with no money to come back. That was only one of many situations he thought of when he heard cps.
"Thats what I thought. You will go back tomorrow. If your stupid makeup thing doesn't work, make up a lie or something. I don't need angry teachers calling me or some shit". He turned around. "I can do that today-". "Don't want to hear it".he yelled making Quinns fist tighten out of frustration.
"Great. Just fucking-". He sighed out of defeat.
He had spent his whole weekend in his bed. Barely getting up to use the bathroom. Not making his way in the kitchen once, from loss of appetite. He just had no mood to eat, nothing sounded good and honestly, it made him nauseous.
Noah had been trying to get in contact with Quinn all weekend but, Quinn phone ended up dying, and he felt too tired to plug it in. Made him become more depressed in his bed. Just lying there and crying. Silently apologizing to Noah. But he was just too tired to talk or anything, plead that he was fine. That he needed space or some other lie.
He was going to make up for it and apologize to Noah at school but, guess not.
His body went to autos pilot as he made his way towards his room again. Locking himself in before his mom or dad can come in to talk his ear off about some shit he had done, or other people had done to piss them off.
He was in no mood to hear about anyones crap.
He just needed him and his-
"Shit". He whispered as he slapped his thigh. Pressing hard on it before blood spill from each side of his hand.
All his leg was bloody and bruised from all the wounds he given himself all this weekend. It was a never ending cycle. He didn't know if he liked it or not.
But he felt something through this numb feeling he felt. It awaken a new feeling. And sadly, Quinn craved it. Every single day. It was probably his brain pumping out dopamine for some fucked up reason.
And he cant keep cutting himself, and expecting to things be fine. For him to be left alone with his self abuse. He needed to find a cover up, a away that his boyfriend wont know, so they both will be at peace.
If he wanted to make sure Noah believed he was not hurting himself, he needs to be clever.
Maybe his chest?
No, maybe in a few months when his deep wounds are healed, but he would need to be shirtless when Noah cleans his wounds. Or...he could tell Noah he cleaned them.
Yet, Noah would be species and ask.
Maybe his waist?, Noah's greedy hands finds its way there when they cuddle.
Maybe his lower leg and his ankles...it's become colder. So he wont wear any pants that wouldn't cover his whole leg.
Quinn felt sick in head, but he felt proud. He is doing something right for once. He will make sure Noah wont need to worry about him so much like he said. He will make Noah feel better, he will gain Noahs trust.
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Goner
FanfictionDISCLAIMER!!! This story is MADE for you to cry. Quinn has been struggling with severe depression for most of his years. His parents are neglectful and he really didnt have a social life. But his only escape was his boyfriend, the love of his life...
