Save me? BoyxBoy

Why?

The burning pain entered my arm as Dallas put his cigarette out on it. I screamed out and the crying hasn't stopped since he started.

"Want to sneak out on me again?" He questioned. At this moment I was on his bed and he was smoking like a train. He kept burning me in various places as he smoked one he would beat me once he was finished he would put it out on me.

I was laying on my back with nothing, but my boxers on. During the fighting to get my clothes off I was in so much panic I thought I might go into a panic attack.

Once he maneuvered my clothes this cycle of pain started. I heard a liquid being sloshed around in a bottle, so I looked over. Dallas held an almost empty liquor bottle to his lips. When did he start drinking during all this?

I was so worn out I didn't want to move. He flung his leg over me in one swift movement. I was to tired to care that he was straddling me and this would end badly. His knees kept me from moving my hands since they were mounted on them. He took the liquor bottle and held it to my lips. I shook my head. No way was I drinking that foul stuff.

"Open up." He growled. I shook my head again and sucked my lips in, sealing them shut.

"Take it nicely or forcefully I don't care." He said. If rather go down fighting then giving up willingly so I kept my mouth shut.

His hand slithered down and I looked at him in confusion, but once I realized what he was doing it was to late.

I gasped when the tips of his fingers hit my member. The liquid was poured into my mouth and sucked somewhat into my lungs. I coughed harshly choking.

When the feeling of my lungs felt relived of any substance but air he held the bottle to my lips and tilted to where it was pouring down my throat. The burning in the back of my throat hurt severely, but not as bad as choking for air. I finally finished the rest as he tossed the empty bottle to the floor. I gasped for much needed air once I could breath from the lack of oxygen.

"Want to have some fun?" Dallas asked drunk as fuck. Dizziness hit me and I didn't think liquor hit that fast, but I guess if its your first time it happens . Right?

"No." I answered stretching out the 'o' like a child. His hand slithered up my chest and to my face. The pad of his thumb rubbed my cheek. I wanted to turn from his touch, but my body wouldn't allow it. I couldn't move. I couldn't think to care about the fact I couldn't move.

"Are you sure?" He asked in a gentle voice.

"W-why can't I move?" I asked slurring.

"It's just the pill taking its effect." He mumbled. I didn't understand so I settled with just saying 'okay'.

"So that pill is really doing its effect. Remind me to thank Sam later." I let my eye lids drop a little because it was taking a hard effort to keep them fully awake.

I groaned when his lips attached themselves to my neck. He obviously thought it was a good thing because he shoved his hand downwards.

I couldn't even make a full sentence. I couldn't think straight. I wasn't paying attention, but when he kissed me I knew I kissed back. I couldn't control my own actions. My body just realized it felt good and with him rubbing my member through my boxers it just made it feel better. Pleasure was what my body wanted, I couldn't make any real thoughts without moaning and panting.

A loud ringing entered the room. I didn't do anything when he groaned and moved towards his pants across the room. I starred at the ceiling in blankness.

"Hello?" Dallas growled. He was sobered up. "... Yeah whatever." He hissed. "No sir. I was sleeping and you woke me." He said a bit nicer. "... I will be there in a few." He ended the call.

He started putting his pants on and added a white tight button up shirt. He walked towards me and pulled me up in his arms walking out the door. Before I knew it we were in my room. He set me on the bed and covered me.

"You probably don't understand what's going on. So when you wake up I won't be here." I just starred at him. Not paying attention at all.

"I'll just leave a note." He said sighing. He kissed my head and walked out. My eyes drooped shut and my breathing evened out.

******

I groaned moving onto my side. I cracked my eyes open. The light seeped in, but I ignored it. I opened them wider. A pain suddenly shot through my head and on comes a horrid migraine.

Vibrations went up my leg. I reached around for my phone. When I fount it I looked at the caller ID. Nate.

"Hello?" I groaned.

"Hey I was wondering if you could come to the park." He said of course being Nate and getting straight to the point.

"I umm... I don't know. I just woke up. I really don't think it's a good Idea though.." I trailed off looking at the cigarette burns on my legs and arms. What the fuck happened?

"Why?" He groaned.

"I'll text you later, okay?" I said trying to get off the phone so I could go up stairs and see if there was any sign of what happened.

"Whatever." Nate hissed. I sighed at the point that he was angry at me.

"Nate, please." I covered my eyes up with my fore arm trying to keep the window light out of my eyes.

"I'm trying Max. Could you possibly try too? I mean, I'm already trying to face the fact that you let your brother do what he does to you, and I'm trying to keep my anger to a minimum for your sake. Plus I had to drop all my frie-"

"Friends?" I asked in a soft voice.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I don't understand how you could sit here blaming me for all your stress and then call the guys who bully me 'friends'." I hissed.

"I'm sorry, babe," He sighed "please just try to see me today." He ended the call.

Guilt over took me. How could I say that? He is trying. All he wanted to do was see me and I'm a dick. I just really don't want to see him with a busting headache and scars from last night.

I got up and limped to the bathroom. I decided to do what I do every morning and clean myself up.

- 20 minutes later-

I put on some black sweats with a white and grey striped long sleeved shirt. The sweats were baggy and hung low on my hips while the shirt was nice and fit framing my skinny frame.

After drying my hair I climbed the steps. I'm surprised Dallas hasn't came down here yet.

A note was attached to the counter once I poured some orange juice I noticed.

' Max,

I'm gone on a 7 day modeling shoot in Paris. There's food in the kitchen and money on the table. Once I'm back we will finish what I started. '

I shuttered, what did he start? I don't even want to know. Wait a second. If Dallas is gone..

"Nate!" I shouted. Covering my mouth I noticed how my outburst echoed off the walls.

I dialed up his number and almost yelled when he didn't pick up on the third ring.

"Hello?" Nate answered.

"Hey! Want to see me?" I asked.

"Of course." He sounded slightly annoyed so I skipped to the point.

"Dallas is gone for a week..." I trailed off not so sure about my so great idea any more.

"Really? Does that mean.." He trailed off also.

"You can come over? Yes it does." I smiled. He sounded happy finally.

"Fucking shit! Yes!" He shouted. "Want me to keep you company for a week?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah! Sleep over!" I shouted.

"I'll be over in ten." He said over excited.

We hung up and I did a crazy fucked up dance.

Now time to spend time with my boyfriend.

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^.^ whose exited for the sleep over?!