Defrosted//Victuuri

Hate

Victor barged in, I knew he had a key but I didn't remember, he was very upset.

"Yuuri you have to talk to me. That's a rule correct?"

"Y-y-yes s-sir." I whimpered.

"Your punishment will be to stay in this room for 30 minutes, I will start a timer when I leave. If you leave it starts over." He said strictly. All I did was nod and hang my head. Victor walked out and shut the door. He didn't know that a kept secret razors in here.

I walked over the the closet and found them folded in with the towels. I knew Victor would find out, but what the hell. I grabbed the razor from the container and started to go to town on my wrist. Once I was satisfied I laid down on the white stained red carpet and fell asleep, my sleeves still pulled up, cuts visible.

//time skip\\

I was shaken awake by Victor, I sat up when I was pulled into a hug, Victor put his head on my shoulder, his tears dampening my shirt. He sat up suddenly, eyes red with tears.

"Y-Yuuri t-this is all my f-fault."

"V-V-Victor no i-it isn't, d-don't s-s-s-say that." I said, Victor just sat there with a blank expression on his face.

"Let get you cleaned up baby." He spoke, picking me up and carrying me to the restroom. Bringing the blades with him. I clung tightly to his shirt as he carried me. When we reached the barroom he started the tedious task of cleaning my cuts.

I hissed as the soap touched the wounds, tears now rolling down my face.