Deadly 7 (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

"Sometimes dreams are better than reality. But true happiness and love is when those dreams, become reality." ~made this up right now but I'm not sure if somebody has also said this. I don't remember so I don't know. Okay! Bye peeps!

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It's not what it looks like, I wanted to say but all he could do was stare at me. "I-"

"You need to unlock the door." Ace said standing up, not taking his eyes off me. My legs started to grow weak, Ace must of noticed because he held me steady.

"Ace-" I was about to say but realized I didn't know exactly what to say. Nobody has ever seen them before. Nobody has seen my scars, my bruises.

Not just scars from Lucifer, but scars from my past. I was never in a gang fight but people did their way with me, it hurts to have a face not like the others.

It only attracted the pedophiles and when you're in a big city, in those train stations, things happen. Bad things.

"It's not what it looks like." I said as he wrapped the towel around my muscular but thin body. The fog from the hot shower was making me feel sweaty. Hot. Steamy.

"It's not what it looks like? We can't talk about this in here." Ace muttered picking me up like I was a bride and carried me to the room. I felt so small in his arms.

Ace gently laid me on the bed. I curled into a ball and turned away from him. Nobody was in the room this time, so Ace shut the door, I heard the slight click of the lock.

"What happened to you?" He asked taking the clothes Aristotle must of left in here for me. He was the closest to my size, he was bigger than me though.

"Depends which scar you're talking about." I started off. "The bruises are from your brothers, Lucifer and Matthew. The scars are from throughout my life."

"Throughout your life? Did that mother fuck-"

Why was he getting so angry? He didn't do all of this. But how am I suppose to tell him any of this, god this is so weird. My heart started to beat even faster when I caught a glimpse of my large stomach scar. I was naked. I was naked in front of Ace, dear lord. This is moving so fast.

"Not Dean! He only gave me a few but that was an accident. He was going to take it another level with me but I didn't want to, it was my fault. I struggled and he cut me, deep, with his equipment." I ranted feeling overwhelmed.

Nobody knew about this and here I was opening up to the fuckboy of the group, Ace. I have to get out before I loose my will completely.

"Equipment?" Ace asked, pulling the navy blue shirt over my head and down my chest. The towel came off and he saw me again.

I looked down and covered myself with my hands. You can see the long, straight line, I had as a scar down the side of my stomach.

"And the one on my stomach happened with my dad. He was chasing around my brother and I, threatening to beat us up if he found us. I told my brother to run as I pushed him out the door and my dad ended up giving me that before I could leave with my brother." I said quicker than the last one.

Aristotle's shirt was maroon and had buttons on the top.

"Here." Ace said pulling on my underwear. It was only for a second where Ace saw my dick. "Do you want pants?"