One shots based on roleplays

Scar tissue. - high school. (M)

Trigger warning for abuse and homophobia.

Warm liquid, blood, pooled by the side of my head making my curled black hair become matted and sticky. I began to regret speaking out against my father, nevertheless I clean my face and trudge off to my room in a pensive mood... Sleep comes like a rip tide drawing me further from consciencness, until I hit the rocks. The rocks being my alarm waking me up for school.

School is hell (no suprise there) because of the questioning glances and hateful glares, but no-one actually cared. My locker felt like miles from the door, Roy walks over to me slowly. Roy's arms slowly wrap around my torso, his head in the crook of my neck. "I know about you and Mr.Briggs" Roy softly whispers. I mumble back a petty reply "I'm sorry, I should've more faithful."
"Jaybird, don't say that, I still love you." I mumble a quiet thank you and spin around to hug Roy, ignoring the loud yells stating the obvious "gay". We pull apart slowly and he slowly raises his hands to craddle my bruised face. "Jason, was this your father?" my lack of an answer, was all Roy needed to know what had transpired last night. I get engulfed in a long hug that last until the five minute bell chimes.

The lessons up to lunch are boring, so I spend the time dosing quietly in the corners of the classrooms. I get (rudely) awakened by my chemistry teacher throwing a board pen at my head and angrily reprimanding me "Mr. Todd, please stay awake in my lessons. This topic will be on the progress check next week." the class then gave her a collective and harmonious groan of misery mixed with dissatisfaction. I look down at my book, all my pen has smuged and printed on to my arm. I groan again and re-write my notes until the lunch bell sounds.

I meander to the library and greet Roy with a warm hug. We sit at a small table by the library's only window, the warm light hearted convosation fades to a much darker one. "They're just using you." I shudder and he continues in a lower tone to hush the convosation, "You don't need to do this to yourself, Jay, what are you trying to prove? That humans are bad? That they'll tear you apart if you show any weakness? Because all your doing is hurting yourself." his face is like steel but his eyes are lakes that are overflowing, I'm enveloped in another hug and I'm pulled onto his lap. "Stay at my house for at least a week." It sounds more like a demand than a request, "okay" I mumble quietly. We skip the last two lessons to walk to Roy's house deep in the forest, we put our bags at the door and sit in his room, both on the bed. Roy leans in brushing his lips against mine before murmering, "One of the jocks keeps eying you up at school, I needed to get you out of there. So I get you all to my self." Roy's eyes became elevators.

The rest of the week was like this: school, kissing, hugging, fucking and on occasion actually doing homework.

A week later, I'm in the same place, depressed and getting my face kicked in by my father. Blood pools by my face. My vision blurs. Thoughts flood my brain. I don't have the energy to move or help myself. It fades to black. I miss Roy... I miss Roy... I miss Roy... It's too dark. I need to move away from here so my scars can heal.

A/N
This kinda became a jayroy fic but these are role play characters so yea I adore these two.
-Max.
P.S. the song is "move on" by garden city movement.