TW: ABUSE
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"You worthless piece of shit! I thought I told you to stay in your room!"
"Y-you d-didn't-" He's cut off by a slap to the face, knocking him to the ground. He's punched, kicked, slapped, his hair being pulled as he tries to protect his head by curling into a ball.
"Yes I did! Don't try to talk back to me, bitch. I guess I'm gonna have to put you in the cage again." He's forced into the cage and is locked in, sobbing the whole time.
"P-please l-let me o-out. I'll d-do anything." He pleads after a few hours.
"Anything?" He's yanked out of the cage and thrown to his knees, "You swallow it all and I'll think about letting you eat tonight." He knows he needs to get away, this has been going on too long. He can only think of one thing, but it's risky. Teeth.
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That was over eight months ago when he, Mitch, was in an abusive relationship that had lasted over a year. Mitch escaped after he used his.. strategy.. and ran to the police station. He now lives with his best friend and boyfriend, Scott. He's known him since they were ten years old so he thought he'd feel the safest there.
"Mitchy?" Scott called when he got home.
"In the kitchen." Mitch calls back softly. Scott smiles at the sound of his voice and goes into said room.
"Hi, baby boy." Scott wraps his arms around Mitch's waist from behind, the latter leaning into his touch.
"Hi, Scotty." Mitch continues to make his sandwich, music quietly playing.
"How are you today, my lovely?" Mitch blushes at the name and smiles.
"I'm fine, I had a nightmare last night, though."
"Why didn't you wake me? I could've helped you."
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize for that, Angel. It's not your fault. You remember that, right?" Scott tells him, knowing Mitch was apologizing about having a nightmare, not the fact that he didn't wake him up.
"It's not my fault." Mitch repeats, turning around in Scott's arms and wrapping his arms around Scott's neck, abandoning the sandwich he had just made.
"I love you, my pretty Princess." Scott pecks Mitch's lips.
"I love you, my handsome Prince." Mitch smiles at the meaning behind those names. When Scott took Mitch in, he vowed to keep him safe, which he has. Mitch thought of it like when a prince rescues a princess and keeps her safe, hence the nicknames.
"You're so cute." Scott suddenly blurts out, causing the smaller boy to blush.
"Thank you, Scotland." Mitch pecks Scott on the lips before returning back to his sandwich. Scott moves the sandwich to the side and turns Mitch back around to lift him onto the counter by his hips. He takes a bite of Mitch's sandwich and smiles when his boyfriend gasps.
"Sandwich thief!" Mitch points at him, both of them laughing.
"Excuse you, I am innocent until proven guilty. You have no proof, Mister."
"Yes I do," He picks up the half that has a bite take out of it. "See? My bites aren't that big, thank you very much. Do you confess to your actions yet, Hoying?" Mitch jumps off of the counter.
"Nope. But I will confess to my crime of tickling you." Scott smirks.
"When did you..?" Mitch's face dawns in realization and runs out of the room. Scott chases after him and sees him standing on the other side of the coffee table in the living room.
"You're not going to win this." Scott tells him, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.
"Yes I will. Catch me if you can, old man!" Mitch takes of running again up the stairs.
"I'm only a year older than you!" Scott calls back, running after him. Mitch stands at the top of the stairs blowing raspberries. He squeaks when he sees Scott's close to catching up and quickly turns around, knocking over a picture in the process. The picture frame shatters and both boys gasp.
"I-I'm sorry!" Mitch's eyes start tearing up.
"Mitchy, it's okay."
"P-please d-don't hurt me. I d-didn't mean t-to, I promise!" Mitch starts to sob.
"Princess, I would never hurt you. It's okay, I'm not mad." He slowly walks toward the sobbing boy and gently picks him up to hold on his hip, running a hand up and down his back.
"P-please d-don't h-hurt me." He whimpers, though he clings onto Scott.
"Shh, Honey, I won't hurt you." He rocks them back a forth and whispers sweet nothings into Mitch's ear until the sobs turned into quiet hiccups. Scott sits down on the floor and against the wall, moving Mitch so he's sitting with his legs on either side of Scott's hips.
"Baby boy, I know in your last relationship you were constantly living in fear and he would've hurt you for breaking something. But here, I won't ever hurt you."
"P-pinky promise?" Scott's heart hurt at how sad his boyfriend sounded, but interlocked their pinkies anyway.
"I pinky promise, my love."
