Haze (A Leafycynical & Leafnision Fanfic)

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[A/N: TW: ABUSE

Lots of guilt from writing this :( ]

Calvin didn't want to wake up yet, but his mind just wouldn't cooperate. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the ceiling. It was not the same one that he would stare up at every night as he tried to sleep. It didn't have the marks that were present from all the years of abuse.

His body hurt. Even stranger, the majority of the pain was coming from his backside.

What?

And that's when it all came back to him. The pain that he had experienced just last night was burned into his very being and scratched at his mind.

It didn't happen.

It couldn't happen.

No.

No.

No.

Stop.

He shut his eyes and tried to escape the various laughs that invaded his mind. His wrists burnt where Keem had held them together above his head as he roughly thrusted into him.

Calvin wanted to scream.

He wanted to cry.

He couldn't.

He needed to figure out where the hell he was.

As if on cue, the door opened.

Fuck.

Not right now.

He couldn't handle it right now.

It was the senior that always had people beat him half to death.

"You're awake?"

"What am I doing doing here?" Calvin asked, staring up at the foreign ceiling.

"Well.. you passed out at the party, so I brought you here." He lied.

Calvin took a deep breath, refusing to look at the man who had practically orchestrated his rape. "That's not what happened."

"So you remember what happened.." Calvin stayed silent. "It wasn't supposed to go down like that. He wasn't supposed to.. to rape you."

"Then what was supposed to happen?" Calvin asked, turning his head to look at the man with an unreadable expression.

Greg was usually great at reading people - it was a talent of his - but he couldn't read Calvin now. He looked.. Empty. It killed him to know that he had been the cause of such a person to become an empty shell.

"You.. You were supposed to take the drug and Keem was going to deliver you to us and.. We were just going to beat you up like usual.." He paused. "But Keem.. I don't know why he did that.. That fucking bastard."

"Why did Pyro drug me?"

"Technically, you drugged yourself.." This earned him a glare from the younger man. "Keem blackmailed him."

Calvin sighed, returning his gaze back to the ceiling before attempting to sit up. Pain ripped through him as he suppressed a cry.

It hurt so fucking bad.

"Careful, careful." Greg was suddenly at his side, gently pushing him back onto the couch. The touch sent signals of danger all throughout his body.

"I need to take a shower and get the fuck out of here." It felt as if there was a film of dirt and filth over his skin.

"Okay, I'll get some clothes. Do you need help?"

Calvin shook his head and bit his lip as he attempted to stand.

"First door on the right." Greg said as he started down the hall to his room to fetch some clothes.

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.

.

When he was done showering, his skin was an irritated red. No matter how hard he scrubbed at his skin, that disgusting film wouldn't dissipate. He had watched the crusted blood as it was washed down the drain and in his head he couldn't seem to stop a single word from invading his thoughts.

Why?

Why did this have to happen to him? New school, new town. He could've started differently, but of course he had to make a smart ass remark about some guy and his two girlfriends and some other guy who looked like a gnome.

When Calvin was dressed, Greg offered to drive him home. He didn't really want to say yes, but how else was he to get home and numb the pain he was feeling both physically and mentally?

He could just hope that his parents were occupied when he arrived.

Unfortunately, they weren't.

When Greg dropped him off, he didn't miss the grim expression on the younger man's face or the slight limp he had when he walked.

When Calvin entered the house, his parents were seated at the dinner table, a bottle present in their hands.

They drew their drunken gazes over to the boy at the door.

"The fuck have you been?" His father slurred.

"I was.. out.."

The way his father's brow furrowed and the way his eyes squinted screamed danger at Calvin.

He quickly ran down the hall to his room, locking the door behind him and trying his best to ignore the pain that flared every time he took a step.

He could hear unbalanced footsteps nearing him as panic erupted in his mind.

Why was this happening now?

All he had done was entered the house.

Maybe he shouldn't have come home at all.

He should've just went through the window.

No matter how much it would've hurt, why didn't he just go through the fucking window?

Calvin froze at the sound of a lock turning behind him. He's going to die.

He's going to fucking die.

The door swung open, sending him to the ground and before he could register, several punches had landed. Cheek, abdomen, chest. The last punch had left him gasping for air and squeezing his eyes shut from the pain of doing so. And the pain, there was so much.

There were no more punches, but instead kicks, which in comparison were much worse. The impact of the boots his father wore against his ribcage tore a scream from his throat, the curses and promises of pain from above becoming distorted.

His eyes landed on his mother, who was in the doorway watching. Though his eyesight was blurring by the second, he could still see her disappointed gaze from the doorway and judging by the fresh needle mark on the inside of her right elbow along with her red-rimmed eyes - she had been using.

A single kick to the head put him out, lying limply on the cold wood floor.

He probably wouldn't be able to move tomorrow.

He probably wouldn't be alive tomorrow, who knows if his father had even stopped the barrage of kicks to his already so fragile body.

There was no doubt a few joints and and a bottle of painkillers in his future.