Isolation | LeeBurr

...Three... - The Fight

Charles jolted awake,  gasping for air as he sat up. James was gone already and he felt woozy. Getting up and almost falling over, Charles slipped into a grey shirt, that was James's, and a pair of black sweatpants, and stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. James was sat on the counter, on his phone. Charles leant next to the counter in a dizzy state.

James creased a brow, scanning Charles's bruises. "Are you OK?" He asked, Charles didn't answer verbally, nodding his head and trying to get air into his burning lungs. James slid off the counter. "Are you sure you're OK?" No reply.

"Speak to me, baby boy..." James whispered softly, pulling Charles against him. "I'm OK, just dizzy and lightheaded..." Charles muttered, leaning against James comfortably. "I'll get you some water. Go sit down..." James gently kissed the smaller boy's head and had him stumble off towards the couch as he filled a clear glass with some water.

James handed Charles the glass, and pulled him into his lap. Charles took a sip of the water and put it down. "Thanks..." He mumbled, nuzzling into James's chest. "No problem, baby..."

Then it hit Charles, today was the last day before the British attacked... He shot up, knocking over his water and almost falling from his speed. James was hot on his tail, leaving the spilled water far behind. Charles quickly got changed and only stopped at the door when James pinned him against the wall, trapping him with his arms.

"Where are you going so fast?" He asked, a little annoyed at the sudden action. Charles was still swaying slightly, "I-I need to get back to camp, its the last day before the Brits attack. Washington needs me!" Charles said, trying to push past James.

He was pulled back, a solid, firm and rough kiss planted onto his lips. "Let that Aaron dude know you're mine..." He growled. Charles nodded, kissing James's cheek and rushing out the door and sprinting in the general direction of camp.

Charles arrived at camp to see that most people were still relaxing, and some were doing target practice. He noticed Aaron sat by himself, reading. Charles collapsed next to him, lying down and trying to catch his breath. His bruises, cuts and muscles screamed in pain as he forced himself to sit up. Aaron put his book down, looking Charles up and down with worry. "You have new bruises on your face..." He whispered, Charles nodded.

"Did he do it to you?" Aaron asked, not wanting to use Reynolds's name. Another nod was earned. Aaron growled, "And the bites?" He tilted Charles's head gently to get a better look. "They were him too..."

Suddenly another voice chimed in. "Holy shit! Haha! Look at Charles! Oh my God, you look horrible!" Thomas Jefferson laughed. "Fuck off, Jeffershit..." Aaron growled, James Madison sighed and looked at Charles. "Are you OK, Charles?" He asked softly.

Charles nodded, watching as Jefferson called a few people over to gawk at him. "Dude, i'm telling you, he looks like a bulldozer just hit him!" Jefferson yelled at Alex, who approached quickly, his three friends following.

Alex sniggered a bit, "Jesus, what happened to you?" He asked, his tone of voice something along the lines of teasing. "Holy SHIT! Are those bite marks?!" Jefferson cackled, wiping a few tears away. Madison stepped away, not wanting part in it.

Charles brought his knees to his chest, sinking in on himself as Aaron stood up. "Guys, leave him alone-" Aaron was cut off by Thomas, "I see you've spent your free time as a slut on a corner block, someone show you a good time, Lee? Nothing new I suppose..." Jefferson smirked, Alex laughed a bit. "Y'know Jefferson, I actually agree with you about something..." Alex stated.