Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Two

(Emmett's Point Of View)

Five hours. Five hours of beating, whipping and torturing for standing up for myself. I had put up a hefty fight for the first hour before I was dosed with heavy muscle relaxants while I was brutally violated listening to the pained wails of Valley in another room. Deep cuts marred my skin from my hip right up to the base of my neck with deep purple bruises littering every inch of skin of my entire body, burns covered every over parts of untouched skin. I was even sure one of my eyes was swollen shut and my lip was busted beyond belief.

As it ticked into the six hour the door of the cell swung open and I ran for dear life, I ignored the blood that had stuck to my inner thighs from dripping and drying then more blood being smeared on top of it. I stumbled up the stairs swaying with the delirium of the drugs they had pumped into me to stop struggling against them.

I tripped on the top step and fell into the foyer, pain shot up my spine I cursed angrily as I clawed at the tiles to try and make it back to my room before they changed their mind and drag me back, I would kill myself before I ever went back there again. I blindly reached for the stair railing clenching it in my fist and sprinting as quickly as my stupid feet would carry me, I think people are just messing with me and making these stairs higher just so people like me can't escape.

I could see the top of the stairs come into view and I was home free so I could shower in scalding hot water and cuddle Tira. I was too absorbed in my self loathing that I didn't see the silhouette appear at the top of the stairs and I slammed into them full force stumbling backward off the top stair, Luckily an arm shot out and snatched me around the waist and jerked me forward into someone's arms to keep me from falling.

I yelped loudly when their arm pressed against the cut on my back "Emmett? What in gods name happened to you?" He growled shrugging his jacket off to drape over my shoulders.

"I-It doesn't matter. You shouldn't get your jacket dirty" I drawled holding his jacket out to him sidestepping to continue walking but my legs shuddered and gave out.

"It does matter!" He yelled darting forward to catch me again like I was some sort of a damsel in distress but my legs refused to keep me standing "I'm taking you back to my room to fix you up and that will be the end of it." He glowered slipping his arm around my waist and wrapping my arm around his neck, I might of passed out on the way to his room because I had suddenly found myself in this gigantic bedroom.

"I can do this myself y'know." I mumbled swaying from side to side on the bed.

"It was partly my fault that you ended up like this, and you're delirious from the drug intake" He muttered gruffly sitting a first aid box down onto the bed beside me "But I have to ask you to remove your shirt" He averted his gaze awkwardly from the disgusting cotton shirt and shorts that my clothes had been replaced with.

I hesitantly pushed up the hem of the shirt to avoid pulling on any burns or cuts and neatly set it down on the bed feeling pleasantly exposed to this strange guy I had just met. The shock in his eyes was clearly evident as they wandered over the marks of abuse I had just gone through but this was nowhere near compared to what Valley had gone through.

"Sick bastards." He hissed taking a damp washcloth to sponge away the blood from my hands and arms up to my face and lip. His hands stopped at the cut at my hip, my guess is that he spotted the other blood staining my inner thighs right down to my knees. "They didnt." His breathing hitched and I was done for, two seconds and I was tasting salty tears mixed with the blood still prickling at my lip.

"That's the only thing they heal, so we're still virgin for the next guy" I sniffed rubbing at my cheek with the back of my hand.

"How many times has this happened?" He turned those violet orbs to meet mine but I shifted them away to avoid anymore shameful judging.