Victim Of Love [On-going]

Intervention

And pain was exactly what he got. Someone had seen Roman go into Randy's locker room and Seth once again paid the price. His body took another beating as Randy added to the bruises on his already tarnished skin. Seth sometimes wished that he was no longer alive, thinking that it would be his only way out. The next morning Seth's left eye was black and swollen, his eyelids feeling heavy as he once again got no sleep. Insomnia had become normal as of late and most nights he'd lay back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling as Randy snored away beside him.

I know you need help and I'd like to give it to you if you'd let me

Roman's voice kept echoing through his mind, but despite all his better judgment, he just couldn't bring himself to accept any help. He didn't have the strength, fight or the concern for himself to do anything about the situation he was in. Randy shifted next to him and Seth closed his eyes, hoping to fool Randy into thinking he was asleep. He jumped when he felt Randy's lips on his neck. It made him feel physically sick, the action that once excited him was now causing him to feel repulsed.

''Sleep well?''

Randy would often turn on the charm after he'd beat Seth up, but he obviously had something else on his mind as his hand made its way beneath the sheet covering Seth's modestly

''Randy please'' Seth pleaded "I'm tired"

Seth didn't think he could handle another rough sex session, not on top of the beatings and an already injured leg

''I never told you to speak'' Randy hissed

''I can't. Please don't'' Seth begged.

''I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT!'' Randy yelled, quickly losing his temper when he realized Seth was attempting to resist him. Randy grabbed hold of Seth's hair and dragged him off the bed. ''It looks like you've forgotten who's in charge here. Maybe I'm gonna have to remind you!''

Seth shook his head. ''No, Randy, please. I'm sorry-''

''Too late bitch, now you've made me mad'' Randy spat as he pinned Seth to the floor

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Roman couldn't sleep. He wanted to be awake in case Seth took him up on his offer and sought help. However, as the hours ticked by and morning came, he realized it would not happen. He felt useless. He felt like he should've been doing more to help the man he loved, but he didn't know what the right thing to do was.

''Bro, have you slept at all?" Dean's gruff voice broke the silence in the room and Roman didn't even bother to answer him. ''I know you care about him. I do too, but you've got to look after yourself as well. What use are you going to be to him otherwise?"

Dean was right and Roman knew it, but it didn't make it any easier. Roman wouldn't be able to fully relax until Seth was safe and by his side.

''What are you thinking about?'' Dean asked as Roman stared into space

''Whether I should just kick his door down'' Roman admitted

''You don't even know what room they're in" Dean pointed out. "And even if you find the right room, then what?"

"I can't just sit here and do nothing!" Roman explained

Before Dean could answer him, they both heard yelling coming from somewhere outside of their room. They didn't realize that Seth and Randy's room was only a few doors down from there's and as they both made their way into the corridor; they listened carefully as someone begged and pleaded inside one room. It was a man's voice, and it sounded familiar. The nasal tone of the man's voice was Seth's.

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"No more, please. Enough, please stop"

Randy finally stopped when he heard a loud knock on the door. He stood up straight and Seth scrambled away from him.

"You see what you did!?" Randy sneered. "All your complaining has drawn unwanted attention"

The knocking got louder and more persistent and Randy eventually grabbed hold of Seth, dragging him along with him towards the door

''Answer the door and apologize to whoever it is for making so much noise. Smile sweetly and promise them it won't happen again.''

Seth nodded at his instructions as Randy opened the door, shoving Seth in front of it. Neither Dean nor Roman were prepared for what they saw as the door opened. Seth looked a complete mess as he stood in front of them. His eyes were swollen and red, one of them was black and bruised and his multiple scars and bruises were on full display as he trembled in front of them, a thin white bed sheet covering his privates as he stared at them, opened-mouthed.

''Who is it, honey?'' Randy asked as he came into view.

Seth winced as Randy draped one of his arms around him and as soon as Randy's eyes settled on the two men, he pushed Seth behind him

''What the fuck do you two want?''