White Noise

I'm too weak to face me 3

A/N: Oooopsies got tiny bit longer than it should. But not much happening here so. And sorry, the ending of the chapter was more happier than it should have been, lol. Enjoy!

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Mike woke up alone. He remembered right away where he was. And what happened. But he brushed the thoughts aside and looked around him. Mattress on the floor was empty, only tangled bed sheets reminding that there had someone slept. There was a neatly folded fresh towel at the foot of the bed and grunting he got up and headed to find the bathroom. Feeling all the dried up blood and cum made him feel sick. The bathroom was almost straight across from the room he was sleeping. His ankle was on fire but he didn't care. All he had on his mind was to get clean and he was so happy that the blond had left the towel.

He closed the door and noticed the lock was broken. Cursing it he peeled the fleece around him and stepped behind the shower curtain. It really hurt to move and he couldn't see properly with his eye but he wanted to wash it all away. All the pain, all the memories, all the humiliation. He knew all the water in the world wouldn't be enough but he sure as hell would try. He turned the shower to steaming hot and choose products from the shelf in the corner. Stepping under the water he felt tears burn his eyelids but he fought them away. Breathing heavily he scrubbed the dried up bodily fluids from his thighs hardly being able to bend. When he straightened himself again he felt a wave of dizziness hit him. Gasping his vision blurred. He tried to grab on something but managed to only knock over the shelf with the shower products when he fainted and fell to the floor.

Downstairs Chester was making some breakfast. He didn't really know what would the stranger want to eat but he tried to do something that would be proper. Brad had left for work and Rob was surfing in web. Then he heard a crash and rumble upstairs and froze. "The hell?", he thought before dropping everything and running up the stairs. He heard instantly that the shower was on so he walked there. When he opened the door his heart jumped to his throat. The man had fallen down and pulled the shelf with him where they kept all the soaps and shampoos. He rushed to him to help.

Mike looked horrible. Chester noticed his left side was ugly blueish, almost black color which made him think there was probably ribs broken. His ankle was swollen and blue, his wrists had blueish circles around them. There were marks on his hips too. Under his collarbones he saw round bruises and his neck had clear handprint shaped bruise and some weird looking smaller red and blue marks. Then his arm had bruises and fingerprints and other shoulder was also swollen. And then he saw the bite mark. There was clear bite mark on his shoulder. It was nasty blue and the teeth had broke the skin too. It was clear enough to count the teeth. It made Chester so angry that he trembled. "What monster would do something like this to a person?", he thought closing the water and picking up the towel to cover the man up.

"Mike", he stroked his cheek to wake him up.

His face didn't look any better than the rest of his body. Nose was blue and swollen, and then the obvious eye that was gotten deeper blue shade from larger area. His cheek bone had small cut and it was swollen too. Slowly Mike groaned and opened the right eye that he properly could.

"Hey... What happened?", Chester asked smiling faintly.

"Dunno... Got dizzy", Mike whispered hoarsely.

"Poor thing. Can I carry you downstairs? I made some breakfast but I really don't know what you eat", the other man asked.

"I think I can walk by myself", Mike answered starting to get up. Chester frowned but stepped aside to give some space. The other man struggled and had a grimace on his face the whole time. He couldn't even stand properly.

"Please, let me help you", Chester whispered. Mike was now leaning on the bathroom tiles standing only on his other leg.

"Okay", he finally answered and let Chester wrap his arm around his waist and leaned on him. Slowly they got downstairs Mike fearing that the towel would drop any minute. The blond man helped him on the couch which they had covered yesterday with another fleece blanket to hide the blood stain.