Days before... (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Of course i didn't I'm a fucking pussy. i just sat in the tree till it was time for me to go home. i got to be my father's servant all night getting him and the guys food, beer, pretty much anything they asked i had to do. 

on the plus side, i guess, my father couldn't beat me while they were here.

they left at 3 in the morning though so i was up all god damn night tending to them. they guzzled so much alcohol and shit my dad has been passed pasted out all day. i unfold from my cross legged position on my bed and go down stairs, maybe he forgot to re-lock the fridge last night. i get to the kitchen and sure enough the big padlock is on the fridge staring me in the face laughing at me. fucking damn it! I'm fucking hungry and we have all of this delicious food in there.

"argh!" i slam a fit into the fridge causing it to dent in a bit then pop back into place.

i peek around into the living room to see if i woke him up.

"god a tornado could pass right by his stupid face and he would sleep through it." i vent to the walls.

wait a second. i run up stairs grab my phone and run a brush through my hair. its 1 o'clock on a Saturday, my dads asleep and ive just been sitting in my room sulking. i face palm myself and walk out the front door. someone should just write I'm a dumbass across my forehead.

i head in the direction of the theater. its gonna take an hour at least to get there so i take out my phone and put my punk rock play-list on full blast. i quietly sing along as i walk being weird and avoid all the cracks in the side walk

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i accidentally turned down the wrong road and got a little lost so it took an hour and a half but who really cares i made it. when i got to the theater i found mark being a bum and laying in the middle of the stage so i layed down beside him and we ave been silently laying here for what feels like 3 hours.

i look over at him and see hes started to cry. i nudge his foot to get him to look at me but he doesn't budge. reaching out with my arm i go to poke him in the ribs but he grabs my hand and stops me.

"whats wrong?" i ask quietly. he releases my hand and wipes his face before returning to his position from before.

"some d-bags decided to gang up on me and beat the shit out of me."

my brain immediately goes into parental mood and i start asking tons of questions "are you okay? did you get a punch in? how bad do you hurt?"

he has to put a hand over my mouth to get me to shut up. "Lucas I'm fine. i probably have some bruises on my back and sides. of course i never got a punch in and you should know how bad it hurts."

i gasp and he immediately goes "I'm so sorry i didn't mean that that way i just, I'm pissed, I'm so sorry."

i clear my throat "its fine i understand, come on lets go to my dressing room and see how bad the bruising is." i help pull him up off the stage floor and swing his arm over my shoulders. the quick walk to the dressing room turns into a two minute walk as he winces in pain by my side with every step.

once we finally make it there i tell him to sit on the vanity table and go grab my first aid kit out of the closet. we both carefully pull his shirt off, which i notice has a few dried blood spots on it. throwing the ruin shirt in the trash i inspect his mid section. there is a big purple bruise that covers his whole left side, a few bruises on his lower back and a green bruise just starting to show on the right side of his belly button. 

opening the first aid kit, i take out an ace, some icy hot, and my small bottle of pain killers.

"this might hurt a bit before it helps." i warn him as i rub the icy hot on all his bruised areas.