Never Let Me Go

SOULMATE

CHAPTER SIX

What a little bitch he is, thinking he can treat me like that! I'm his lover, the person that controls him and makes love to him.

But now, I feel offended. Like he never loved me.

I don't feel bad at all for breaking his right leg, I'm actually happy. Now he won't get away and maybe learn a good lesson about relationships. I actually shattered his knee with the leg, I couldn't bottle up my anger like that so I swung again and did out his knee. God, I have to fix that now. I need to go to the store and buy some first aid stuff and a cast board, I know where to get them, don't worry about me, I'm not stupid enough to go to the hospital. But I can just get one of those boards that keep the leg straight. Then I can get some cloth, rip it up into tiny pieces and tie about four of them around the board and leg so the board stays there.

Lord, I am a genius.

I must go now, I need to get the stuff from the store.

My lover is sleeping, resting his leg and then I shall fix him up in his sleep. Hopefully he doesn't wake up.

The bath didn't go well, but who says that I can't just have a sweat, loving chat with him after fixing his leg?

Timothy __________,

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Timothy got up from his desk place, smiling down at his journal entry and then closing the prized journal.

He walked out of his room, closing the door behind him and then walking down the hallway. He always kept the door to his lovers room closed and locked. What would he do if his lover walked out and ran for the door? Oh yes, a punishment for such fowl behavior. But Timothy knew better, Niall was scared of losing him, scared to lose such a handsome and loving man like himself.

And Timothy loved him for that, how forgiving he was.

Unlocking the door, keys in hand, he walked into the room. Smiling at his blonde haired lover. He was quit gorgeous when he slept. Also even more stunning with tear stains on his rosy cheeks.

Oh how he wanted to bruise the vulnerable, gorgeous boy.

"Sleep tight, beautiful." He whispered and then leaned down to kiss Niall's forehead. Niall didn't wake, thank goodness, but soon Timothy will be able to kiss his lover without a fight or haven't to take control, he will be able to kiss and love him with open arms, and Niall will run into them freely.

Looking down lovingly at his young lover one last time, then down at the weird angled leg, blood dripping from the knee, a dark purple bruise that was starting to then blue and some other horrible colors started to show up in the middle of his lower leg, and right over his kneecap.

It was beautiful.

He straightened himself out and walked out the door, locking it and double checking he locked it, then walking down the stairs and into the front hallway to put on his coat, shoes and hat. Pushing up his large, circled glasses before opening the door, smelling the nice summery air, even though it was turning into fall.

He closed the door behind him and walked towards his car, a different one before, not having any time to clean up the other one.

He got into the car and drove off, only thing on his mind was his baby.

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Timothy got home around dinner, successfully getting the special aid homemade cast.