Possessive Bruises - Ricky Horror

Sinematic

Devin's POV: 

I walked home and snuck upstairs to my room, throwing my bag down. I laid down on my bed and opened up my iPod. 2 new messages, from a new number. 

'Hey it's Ricky, that boy you met today. I apologize for how shit our school is, and I hope you're okay. ' I smiled and texted back. 

'Why wouldn't I be okay?' I hit send and think I know why he would suspect that. 

Ding. 'When the door of the car opened, I heard fighting. Are you okay?' He sent, and I smiled at the thought of someone caring. 

Dammit. He heard. 'Yeah, I just happened to get in trouble for something I hadn't done.' Devin sent and he took his shirt off and his jeans, he was gonna change into his pajamas.  

'Did the person who was yelling at you hurt you?' Ricky hoped to fucking god that no one put their hand on Devin in a way to hurt him. 

'Nope dear, I'm okay.' Devin continued changing literally into something near fucking similar. 

'Okay well um I'm gonna go shower.' Ricky replied with about ten of the gay rainbow hearts. 

'Sure thing dear stay safe' Devin replied and added ten gay hearts too. 

Meanwhile, Ricky took his sweater off and slid the beanie off, aimlessly tossing it onto the floor. He locked the bathroom door behind him and he slid his jeans and boxers off as well. He slid the shirt he was wearing, a HIM shirt off and he opened the medicine cabinet. He took out a little small metal tin box, the size of an Altoids mint container but it wasn't quite holding mints.  He slid the little cover to the tin back and took out a thinner, sharper piece of metal. He took three out actually, and he laid them there on the counter. He slid the sharp part of the metal against the skin on his skinny arms, and he didn't stop for a while. When the pang of dizzy hit him, he washed them off and he put them back in the tin. He wasn't done yet, see now he had to clean up. And the water in his freshly made cuts would be the finishing touch to this little game he'd begun with himself. He stepped into the warm water and he laid down on the floor of the tub as the shower head's warm water seeped into the slashes on his arms. He let it sting for the longest time until he actually decided to shower. He washed his long black hair and then his body, excluding the cuts on his wrists. He stood up, feeling this weakness throughout his body and he carefully stepped out of the tub. He had to put all his focus into not making noise and just getting dressed. He walked over to his mahogany dresser and pulled out a pair of Misfits sweatpants and his Bleeding Through hoodie and zipped that up and he threw his dirty clothes from the bathroom into this small pile in the corner of his room. He threw himself into the bed and he passed out with the Misfits playing in his room on a low volume. He knew he disregarded what Devin had told him because the events he played out had not been safe and he knew that if Devin ever found out about this, Devin would freak out. 

Devin had also realized that it was time for him to shower, considering he smelled like ass. He checked the time, 8:56 and it was dark. Devin put on some HIM and took all his clothes off and stepped into the shower. Devin wasn't a cutter, he was a picker. He picked at every little feature of his skin, and any little bump or little raise in his skin. He preferred it this way. He picked for a good half an hour until finally getting out. He put on a black beanie and a over sized shirt and a pair of boxers and nice plain sweatpants. He opened up his phone and went to messages. 

'Hey Ricky, just checkin on you. What's up?' He sent at 9:02. Ricky didn't respond so he tried again 5 minutes later. 

'Rickyy, lovie are you that kinda person who doesn't answer their messages?' He sent at 9:07. He waited and got up, to fix his back by stretching a little then cleaning up his dresser because for the past week he'd been throwing his clothing in there and not folding it. 

He sighed after it being to silent as in the fact his phone hadn't buzzed he checked it. 

'Ricky love, you okay?' He sent at 9:10. He decided he was gonna draw his favourite band members and that's what he did until 3 am when he passed out at his desk. By then he'd draw half of the Misfits and two people from HIM. Ricky woke up sometime around the time that Devin passed out and sent a message. 

'I'm fine Devin, uh but thanks for checkin. I'll see you tomorrow at school.' He sent with a little pink loveheart. He passed back out and at 7 am he got up and slid a shirt on underneath his Bleeding Through hoodie and he slid on some skinny jeans. He did a shit job of concealing his cuts and scars and he panicked at how bad it was so he simply washed it all off. 

"Ugh fuck this." He muttered to himself and slid his sleeves down and threw his bag on. He walked outta the house without second thought as he put his earbuds in and walked down the street to the school. He began blaring Bleeding Through and he was bobbing his head lightly to the beat. New day? 

Devin met with Ricky in the lunchroom towards the far left corner and they sat there exchanging playlists till some kid slammed Ricky's head towards the wall. 

"What's up little fucking punk? You found a new goth buddy to hangout with? Or no wait, are you two dating?" Jon, Ricky's bully said loudly as his two friends stood behind him. He shook his head no and Devin stood up.

"How bout you do me a big favor love, back the fuck off of Ricky. He's not your toy and you can't run around hurting him anymore alright? Thanks." Devin announced in Jon's face and Jon simply shoved Devin. 

"Excuse me? Did you just tell me, what to do?" Jon growled back. 

"Yes. Also, lemme add to that. Don't fucking touch me either." Devin added and shoved Jon back a few steps. For Devin's size, he looked as if he had hidden muscle and which in fact he did. "Thanks honey." He turned away from Jon and went to sit down and Jon slapped Devin in the back of the head, hard. It was audible. Devin turned back to Jon and he bit his bottom lip. 

"Sweetie, you need hearing aids. I remember telling you not to touch me. Don't you dare do it again." He said calmly. He wasn't the one to try to start or continue fights. He turned away and Jon left, bored by the fact that it didn't affect Devin. When Devin sat down he felt at the back of his head, and there was a tad of blood. 

"He was wearing a ring, of fucking course." He muttered and Ricky gently took Devin's hand and lead him to the bathroom. 

"Devin, let me clean it. I got you." He said softly in a whisper tone and he did as promised. He cleaned the little spot behind Devin's head and he made sure the bleeding stopped. He didn't need stitches, it'd heal on it's own.