It All Started At Midnight

//Three//

;betrayed;

Flashback warning- sexual assult, if this triggers you please skip this, it's mostly just flashback, you wont miss anything major. Stay safe my lovelies.

Remember! Consent is important and no is no even if someone changes their mind last minute. Respect people's boundaries and back off when they are uncomfortable.

Josh cared deeply about how his significant over felt and tried his best to make him happy. So while Josh was making his way to Eric's house, we thought about how he could make him happy. He tapped the wheel of his car nervously, he hoped his boyfriend didn't stress drink. The pink-haired boy worries a lot of his health and he didn't like what drinking did to people. He parks in the driveway knowing his parents weren't home. He skipped to the entrance and knocked on the door waiting for it to be answered.

After waiting for a few seconds, the door opened and Josh saw what he didn't want to see. Eric let him inside closed the door behind them, taking a sip of his beer. Josh has seen him drink before and was fine unless he went overboard. But tonight, he felt uneasy. His nerves wanted to jump out the door and run but he didn't know why. He trusted Eric, why did he feel soo...scared?

"Hey baby!" Eric said enthusiastically. Josh offered a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek. His boyfriend sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him, too close for Josh's liking. When he sat down, he sat a bit farther than the suggest seat. He had an arm wrapped around his shoulders and snuggled into his lover's side. The couple sat in comfortable silence and decided to watch Tv, what they usually did. The only difference being his slightly-drunk boyfriend laughing at everything and yelled at whatever went wrong on the program. Josh smiled to himself, it was funny seeing how much beer took affect, he couldn't help but smile at his lover's unintentional goofiness.

"So, how are you feeling?" Josh asked breaking the silence, hoping his boyfriend felt better. It was the reason he came here.

"S'okay, the booze helped take the stress off me, but do you know what would really help?" He smirked suggestively. Innocent Josh shrugged, waiting for an answer till he felt familiar lips on his.

He kissed back and cupped his lover's cheek as an arm snaked his lower back. The kiss was warm, familiar and loving to the feminine boy. After a few more seconds of making out and catching breath, the kiss was getting heated. Tongues were fighting then overpowering one another. But soon, it got too much for Josh. He didn't know if it was the alcohol in his lover's breath or the hand riding up his thigh uncomfortably, but he gently pushed Eric away hoping he would understand.
"I-I don't want to go any farther, can we watch a movie instead?" He offered. Eric's face contorted in confusion.

"But I want you babe, don't you wanna make me feel better?" He leaned in again not waiting for a reply. Josh pushed him away again.
"Not today Eric, we can cuddle or do other stuff but not what you have in mind." His lover held a grip on Josh, now more aggressively.

"Don't be dumb, come on!" He raised his voice making the smaller male flinch. Josh pulled away but his sweater was still being gripped on. Josh kept pulling away but Eric pulled his sweater up in attempt of taking it off. The more Josh struggled, the lace of his sweater snapped and stretched, ruining the his favorite laced clothing. Not succeeding, Eric let go and Josh's sweater had so many tear marks and the sleeves were stretched down to reveal his shoulders. Shocked and scared, his lover pounced on top forcefully kissing the small boy's neck. Josh was crying and struggling.

"Stay still you whore!" Eric yelled, trying to undo Josh's jeans. His drunk mind failed since his legs are kicking too much. He tried pulling them down from the ankles only resulting in the rips of the jeans to enlarge and the folds being undone. Finally, Josh got enough strength to push the bigger boy off the couch, when the fallen idiot stood up, he landed a sharp, loud slap on Josh's cheek.

Still scared and traumatized, he managed to kick Eric where it hurt and ran out the door, leaving his car behind to run as fast as he can away from the house. While running, his foot got caught in a slightly more elevated sidewalk tile and tripped in a puddle from the rain the day before. His clothes soaked, and knee skinned and bleeding from ground. Josh looked back, realizing he was too far to keep worrying of being followed. He took in his surroundings and saw he was at the park he goes to sometimes. He walked to a bench to rest his sore legs. Trying to calm down, the feminine boy instead kept replaying the events and his breathing was uneven again. He was sobbing and and crying and was so...terrified. He hugged his knees close to his chest and let out all he could.

And now, here Josh is, crying into the chest of the boy who quarreled with him a few hours before. He doesn't like people seeing him cry, but he needed comfort. Tyler's embrace was so warm and soothing, but the pink-haired boy kept replaying the same events. And when he would start on mini panic attacks, Tyler just rocked him slowly.

The flower boy still didn't understand why his neighbor chose to comfort him, he felt so pathetic and vulnerable that anyone would look away. But the support made him forget about his damp clothes, skinned knee and destroyed sweater. Suddenly though, Tyler let go. Josh expected it, the angel probably realized how stupid he looked comforting a crying boy, the feminine boy thought. He looked up and saw the mysterious boy looking worridly at his knee, then at his torn sweater and traced the scratch marks Josh didn't even knew were there. He was probably so scared in the moment that he didn't feel it.

"Josh?" He asked, looking at his face and eyes. Josh nodded, waiting for further conversation.

"Would you mind if I...cleaned you up? I have a first aid kit at home and old hoodies. Only if your comfortable with that though." He thought about his offer, and considered it. He was still so scared and was still shaking, but he felt horrible in the clothing he was in and his knee was really hurting. He felt...filthy. Maybe being physically patched up could help how dirty and impure his mind felt.

Josh nodded and stood up following Tyler, looking at the ground shamefully. Josh was so confused. After two years of going strong, Eric always respected his lover's boundaries. The more the shaking boy thought about it, the more it sank in and for the first time ever, he never felt so..betrayed.

Im sorry this story is starting out sad, but it will get fluffy and happy. But this story will have drama, and action and other stuff as well. It is a fantasy afterall.