Rejected, Humiliated and Broken (BxB)

Ch 2 Part 2:Dear past, please stay there

WHEN YOU READ THIS PART, I HOPE YOU REALISE THAT PEOPLE GO THROUGH SHIT EVERYDAY THAT WE DON'T KNOW ABOUT AND INSTEAD OF BRINGING THEM DOWN ANY FURTHER, WE SHOULD HELP THEM. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DIRECTLY BULLY SOMEONE FOR YOU TO BE AT FAULT, JUST YOU SEEING IT OR KNOWING ABOUT IT AND DOING NOTHING ABOUT IT MAKES YOU AN ACTIVE AND WILLING PARTICIPANT.

TW: Rape

THE SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER IS SAVEME BY NATHAN BLUR

Randy's POV

It's Seth's birthday this Friday and I don't know how to feel about it. I mean I am happy for him but the thought of him mated to someone else makes my wolf go crazy. All week I've been feeling this overwhelming attraction to him and honestly it's got me on urge. I had a crush on him once and loved him to insanity until he started systematically breaking me. Ever had the one you love be the one to break you at every turn? Make you feel as if you were unworthy of their love? The only good thing you could do for them was to let them break you? Well that's how I felt, had it not been for my brother's and their brutal training giving me an outlet, I would have broken a long time ago. I may have been damaged and to some extent I still am but I'm not broken beyond repair and I'd die rather than let anyone do it. At this point I actually feel indestructible, after going through what I did I bet you would too. No-one understands the extent to which I have suffered, not just physically but emotionally too. If you're physically broken, you could always heal quite easily but it isn't the same for your heart. For so long I held on to the belief that Seth and Connor would realise the errors of their ways, that they would realise that I was still the same person. Even after they'd bully me, I would chase after them like a love sick puppy because I believed that my friends were still lurking somewhere within them. That was until they committed an act so malicious, I felt as if I was dying inside out.

They called me up out of the blue one day and thinking things could go back to the way they were, I agreed to meet with them at our old hideout place, which is just basically a little cabin in the woods. When I got there, they treated me the way they did before I was outted and I felt so much joy at having my best friends back that after awhile I hadn't noticed the mood change. Connor jumped me and tied me up to the bed and they took turns beating me until I turned purple. I'd told my parents that I was visiting a friend for a few days so I'm sure they didn't think much of my not returning home. The following day, things got worse. Connor made me give him a blow job and they took turns assaulting my mouth. They kept telling me how I was a disgusting little faggot and that I should take it like the faggot I am. By the time they were done, my lips were bruised and my eyes were blood shot. Thinking it couldn't get any worse, I fainted from all the pain but that just angered them even more and they began cutting me until I woke from the pain. They didn't stop cutting me, not while I was crying for them to stop or begging them to just kill me because death would have been Heaven for me at that point. They cut me until I fell unconscious due to the pain, woke me up by splashing water over me and continuing with their assault. The torture lasted a few hours but to me it felt like eternity and I was grateful when they finally grew tired and stopped.

A few hours later, they returned and they had these crazed looks on their faces that I was sure they were about to kill me, but no they did far worse than kill me. Seth made his way to the bed and pulled me roughly by my hair while Connor just looked on with a smirk on his face. "I'm going to enjoy assaulting your virgin ass, you're lucky I'm even doing this for you," he said to me in a dangerously low voice that sent shivers up my spine. Connor unshackled my legs while Seth put his hands on my throat and squeezed until he heard me whizzing, I was so busy trying to get some air into my lungs that I hadn't noticed Connor take my underwear off until I felt his hands on my dick, squeezing. I yelled in pain and tried to move away but it was no use, they were too strong and I was just too weak.

Blessedly, Seth removed his hands from my throat but only so he could kick his shoes and pants off. I got scared by the look he was giving my way and unwillingly shivered under his gaze. He gave me smirk and squeezed my thigh, "I'm going to enjoy this," he said to me while holding his dick in his hand. It was huge and my eyes watered at the sight. He gave his dick one last tug before plunging into me until I saw stars, the pain was excruciatingly unbearable and I begged for death right there. He plunged into me as hard, deep and as fast as he could and I swear I could feel his dick at my throat. I gave out a loud cry of pain, giving Connor the opportunity to plunge his dick into my mouth. They ploughed into me as if I were a mere doll and not their best friend. They took turns having a go at me, exchanging places every now and then until I fainted from the sheer pain and I'm sure that even then they continued with their assault.

I woke up days later alone and frightened, I was expecting them to walk into the room at any moment and continue breaking me but they never did. I was too weak to walk so I crawled until a nice old lady found me and nursed me back to health. I made her promise she wouldn't tell anyone and thanked her profoundly and headed home. Mom was worried sick but I made up excuses, thankfully she bought them and that was the last I ever clung to the hope that we could be friends again. The following day when they saw me, they threatened to kill me if I ever told a soul but I would never, not because I was scared but because I was ashamed. They backed off me for an entire month before they went back to bullying me but not like they had done to me at the cabin.

The months after the assault, I was sure I was completely broken, I wanted to end my life but my brother's unknowingly forced me back into practicing with them and slowly but surely, my emotional state got somewhat repaired but now I'm afraid that if one more thing as bad as that ever happened to me, I wouldn't be able to survive it. I accepted that Connor and Seth were no longer the boys I grew up with therefore I had to forget them and move on with my life and that's exactly what I did, well tried to. I realised that the reason we held on so tightly to memories was because they never change even when everything else does and there's the other unfortunate thing called hope. You see hope is a funny thing, even when you think you have none left, it refuses to lie down quietly until you realise that sometimes, it's just not worth it. Sometimes you just have to let go, even if it's not what you want, even if it hurts too much. And that's when I found that every new sunrise is a new opportunity waiting to be grabbed, an opportunity at happiness and that no-one can ever truly drag you into the darkness and make you feel any less than human if you don't let them. You only see ones true strength in their time of sorrow, the best comes from the worst.