point of view; third person
Shawn slept peacefully in his bunker. Shawn hasn't slept this well in a long time. Every night he wakes up with a new nightmare. It ranged from his abusive family, getting raped by school boys, thinking about his future, how no college will accept him. The only time he gets scared is at night when he wakes up with these dreams. The only time he cries.
Suddenly, his peace was interrupted by a cloudy thought of failure. Regret. Agony.
He slowly began to toss and turn in his bed. His skin grew cold yet, sweat beads began to form on his forehead. He began to groan in his sleep as the pain went from his dream to his mind. Then it all fell to his heart, which made him shoot awake.
At first he forgot where he was, which caused him to attach himself into a ball. He was shivering in fear, yet, he began to calm down. He went to his dresser and grabbed a hoodie, which he quickly threw on. He sat back down onto his bed, bringing his knees to his chest. His eyes began to water yet, he tried to blink them away. He quickly would wipe the small strands of tears that flowed down his cheeks.
Yet, it all became worse for him when he felt a hand massaging his back. He immediately looked up to see the man he insulted infront of everyone.
"You're scared right now, aren't you?" Taylor whispered.
Shawn sniffled, scooting away from Taylor. Taylor's grip went to Shawn's hoodie and pulled him back over.
"Not of you." Shawn said.
"What then? A nightmare?" Taylor growled evil.
Shawn felt something he hasn't felt in a long time, which was fear because of a person other than his parents and the rapist boys. Shawn ignored him. He focused on Taylor's hand massaging his back and shoulders. It soothed his shaking body.
"What do you want?" Shawn asked.
"An apology. And some answers."
"Apology? It was just a friendly greeting and warning." Shawn said, which made him smile softly.
Taylor's other hand began rubbing the other half of Shawn. He massaged Shawn's back, which Shawn loved. His tense muscles were being relaxed and released. He bit his lip, hoping that Taylor saw. Taylor chuckled, leaning down to Shawn's ear.
"Say you're sorry and I won't stop." Taylor whispered, beginning to kiss the back of Shawn's neck.
"You drive a hard bargain." Shawn groaned softly.
"Say it, Mendes."
"I'm sorry, bitch boy."
Taylor chuckled, knowing that was the best he was going to get. Shawn moved away, turning to face Taylor. He grabbed Taylor's hand, pulling him onto the bed. The two's eye contact was never separated. Taylor couldn't get over the smile on Shawn's face as he pulled his body. Then, he noticed the tears. He wiped Shawn's chin where a drip was about to fall.
"Why are you crying?" Taylor said.
"I get night terrors. Stupid shit that happens a lot." Shawn said, wiping his cheeks.
It was probably the most adorable thing Taylor has ever seen. Taylor wasn't the one to be passion with anyone. Yet, he rolled with whatever his mouth let him say.
"Are you planning on becoming a drug dealer?"
Shawn shrugged. He retrieved the blanket and wrapping it around himself. He shivered as his body became very cold.
"Maybe. People around here would be good money." Shawn said.
"You have to tell me these things. Just because I'm only nice to you doesn't mean shit like this can slide. I need to know this shit." Taylor said sternly.
