A Love So Toxic | BxB

Twelve

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There was once a boy,
who was innocent and obedient. He enjoyed his solitude. He enjoyed it because only his solitude could he not worry about his lessons.

There was once a boy,
whose hair was full of brown waves, and big, round, honey brown eyes to match. Big round eyes that gleamed whenever someone praised him. Eyes that displayed so much emotion. Eyes that broadcasted his emotions and feelings so well that they had to be fixed. Eyes that lost their light and became dull. Eyes that hid a boy's pain so well, that if you ever saw them, you'd feel uncomfortable and you wouldn't know why.

There was once another boy,
who found the boy from before. He praised him like no other. He indulged him better than any loving parent ever could. He would go about his day and the little boy from before would follow him around like puppy to its master.

Everything was sweet. Everything was pure....until it wasn't. Until the boy whose hair was of soft brown waves, fell out of favor.
He made too many mistakes.

It all went downhill after that.

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Adonis huffs. Pants of breath leaving his mouth. His body bathe in sweat, a frown etched onto his face as he dreams—no—relives nightmares. Nightmares of a past not long forgotten.
"Ngnh.."

His body spasms a little with the force to wale up but he can't. He's screaming in his nightmares but it comes out as choked off whimpers in reality. Not for last time does he wish someone was here to wake him up. To relieve him of this stress.
Someone–anyone! But he knows no one will come.

Because if they do, then he's dead. Adonis Benjamin lives alone. Adonis Benjamin should be up and aware of anything that goes bump in the night. He shouldn't be here, whimpering like a sick fool just because of some night terrors—!

His mother would rip his hair out if she could see him now. She'd sneer at him and call him pitiful.

"Oh, pitiful boy. What have I done to make you so useless? Oh, you pitiful little boy."

She'd bark at him to get up. Tell him to get it together. Maybe even smack him on the head to speed up the process.

Adonis wakes with a gasp. His lungs burning with exertion yet trying their best to engulf some oxygen as much as possible.

His nightmares–memories offend leave him feeling raw. Nerves frayed and always feeling like an imposter in his own body.
An invisible weight held in mouth making speech incapable for him. Normally people would feel too big for the body but he often feels the opposite. Like a little child stuffed into the body of an almost adult. Too much room to feel secure. To feel safe. Like he needs to curl in on himself for added protection.

Adonis searches for his phone. The bright screen sending a momentary shock to his system. He calls the only person he knows he can at times like this. The only person that gets it.

He calls Ross. It must be an odd time in the night because a raspy voice riddled with sleep answers.

"Hello?" Adonis says nothing. "Adonis?"
No response.

A momentary pause, and some rustling.

"What do you need?" Comes the voice through the phone. Definitely more alert now.