Nobody | V.N Y.K - Discontinued

12

yuuri walked inside his small apartment, hugging his lean arms to his chest and allowing a shy smile to fall on his lips.

somebody cared about him.

he couldn't help it when he smiled even brighter.

somebody cared about him!

he felt like a giddy school girl. is this how it felt to be happy? excited? he wasn't sure. he just hoped he saw viktor again, even if only for five minutes.

but of course, the poor boy's happiness could never last longer than two minutes.

"what the fuck are you doing home so late?" john boomed, stomping out of his room and growling. "i checked your schedule, you didn't have work today, but yet you were out until midnight. what the fuck were you doing?"

yuuri shivered. it may of seemed that maybe, just possibly, john cared about him, for even a moment, but it wasn't true. he just missed his abuse toy.

"i-i'm sorry," yuuri mumbled, hugging his chest tighter. "i-i-"

yuuri didn't say anymore when he noticed something.

john wasn't doing anything.

usually, by now, he would've slapped him, or something along the lines of that. but now, he was just simply standing there, staring at yuuri's face in confusion and slight anger. but he wasn't moving.

"you're happy," he mumbled.

yuuri's eyes widened.

"what?" he responded.

anger fell over john's face.

"you're happy?!" he yelled, before walking forward and grabbed onto his shirt, lifting him towards his face. yuuri yelped, because it felt as if his shirt was choking him. "you don't deserve to be fucking happy!"

yuuri just stared at him, his face going pale.

he hadn't seen him this angry since he found out the reason how yuuri's parents had died.

the story behind them. yuuri's mother was john's sister, and his father apparently had been john's best friend. they all had been happy, john was one of the sweetest guys around; he had girlfriends, and even a few boyfriends. yes, john was bisexual. he was on the football team in high school, yet he hung out with the less popular at school even though he was extremely popular. he wanted to make everyone happy- all he wanted was people to be equal, rather than separated into different groups. he hated being classified as "popular", because even though he knew he was, he thought everyone should be in their own way. but he learned the hard way when he was young that sometimes, you just need to accept classes.

when he was at the age of thirteen, he was walking down the empty roads of his small town at around eleven pm. he was texting his friends, walking home from a birthday party his friend had thrown.

that was when his life changed.

just a few feet ahead of him, laying in the grass and hugging her knees to her chest was a girl, looking around the age of twelve. she was sobbing, calling out for her mom and her breathing rapid.