compare scars

thirtythree

Dan couldn't believe his eyes.

Kyle was passed out in front of him, a bottle of scotch in his hand. His cheeks were red, and tear stained. He had been missing since the funeral and stumbled in only minutes ago.

"He relapsed." Charlie's voice startled him, but he welcomed the company.

He thought he had seen Kyle at his worst the first nights the two spent when he came back from his parent's. But no, this was the worst he had ever seen Kyle.

It wasn't physical pain like before, it was the mental pain that he hid.

"What do I do Charlie?" Dan asked him, watching the snoring man roll over on the sofa, curling his arms around the bottle, holding onto it tighter.

"For tonight we need to lock the front door, and go to bed. Nothing to do until he wakes up." Charlie said with a yawn.

"You're right man. I'll see you in the morning." He said giving a soft smile as he sat down in the chair next to the sofa.

"Night."

Dan kicked up his feet, watching as Kyle slept silently.

For hours Dan fell in and out of consciousness, every once in a while checking to make sure Kyle was still okay. Every once in a while he would pull up the blanket or get a glass of water for when he woke up.

But things changed the third time he checked on him.

"Don't touch me." Kyle muttered, grabbing onto Dan's wrist.

"It's just me Ky." He whispered.

With that Kyle slowly sat up, blinking before his vision cleared.

"What the fuck?" Dan hated that the raspiness in Kyle's voice turned him on.

"Go back to sleep. It's really late." Dan sighed, watching as Kyle's facial expression grew angry.

He slowly unscrewed the bottle in his arms, and took a gulp. The scotch brought the familiar burn to his throat, his heels heating up.

It hurt Dan in his chest to watch Kyle bring the bottle to his lips.

"Stop Ky, you're going to regret it." Dan sighed, as he tried pulling the bottle from Kyle's grip. He looked down to Kyle, who's eyes were bloodshot and swollen. They were glaring at him, making his stomach go weak. Dan had never seen that in Kyle's eyes.

But it continued when Kyle stood, holding onto the sofa arm for support.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His words were quick and slurred, and he couldn't stand straight to save his life.

"You shouldn't be drinking." Dan carefully gave him his hand to take, but Kyle slapped it away.

With that he got one more good look at Kyle before a fist was being thrown against his eye, sending him to the floor.

Dan landed with a thud, pain radiating through his face. But that wasn't important to him.

He looked back up at Kyle, who looked like he was going to strike him again, his face red with anger. Quickly Dan scooted back further from his boyfriend, his eye throbbing.

"Fucking pussy." Kyle slurred, and sat back down on the sofa, finishing off the bottle.

Without second thought he quickly ran into Charlie's room, locking the door behind him.

There Charlie listened as he cried for what seemed to be hours, and tended to his eye. It absolutely destroyed him to know that it was his supposed boyfriend that caused blood to trickle into his mouth. But it was even worse to know that in the morning the man wouldn't remember what he did.

Dan got up to go back to his room, trying his hardest not to wake Charlie. But he failed as the floors creaked.

"Where you going?" His voice was low and tired.

"My room." Dan answered, seeing as the sun started to rise, the dark room beginning to lighten.

"Stay."

And with that he climbed back into bed, and listened as Charlie's breathing returned to its normal pace, a soft snore following.

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It was now nearly twelve in the afternoon and Dan and Charlie were still sound asleep.

But Kyle was up, pacing around the house looking for his boyfriend. His memory of the night was foggy after the funeral, but he knew something must have happened because his knuckles were swollen and bruised blue and purple.

He stopped in front of Charlie's room, the only room in the small apartment he hadn't looked in.

"Hey Charlie you there?" He softly knocked on the door. Kyle waited, and finally tried opening the door but it was locked.

He waited a few more minuites outside the door, getting no response.

Kyle then went into Dan's room, gently smiling at the usual mess. He knew that he had probably fucked up majorly last night, and that this could be the last time in this room. And so he savored everything.

The faint smell of cologne and burnt incense, the chair full of clothes and shoes that never changed, the stack of DVDs on the ground where the tv sat, even the ball of covers on the bed that was never made brought a small smile to his face.

And lastly he found the small frame that sat on the bed side table. It was a picture of the two taken by Dan's mom the day they spent together. Both him and Dan had wild grins on their faces that seemed to irreplaceable, innocent almost.

If only they had known how fucked their lives would be in the months to come. How had they been so naive?

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Hello everybody I'm back.

I uh, Tried ending everything but I can't even do that right. Luckily nobody found out. But bc of it I've been hella sick. Can't keep food down and can't sleep but it's cool

I know I shouldn't be sharing this but idec anymore. Sorry if I worried anyone. Thank you all for your kind words.

Again I'm so very sorry