Tommy woke up and saw that the bed was empty and cold. He walked around the house and realized that Adam wasn't anywhere around. He sighed and looked at the counter, seeing a note taped to it.
He walked over and grabbed it, looking at it.
Tommy,
I had to go somewhere and I probably won't be back until late. Bloods in the fridge, microwave it for 12 seconds.
I love you,
Adam
Tommy sighed and threw it away, plopping onto the couch.
A few minutes later he sighed and got up, pulling a sweatshirt and sweatpants on. He sat back on the couch and turned the tv on, laying down and covering his face.
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Adam walked into the house again and looked sadly at Tommy. "Tommy?" He whispered and Tommy groaned, throat tight. Adam rushed over to him and crouched infront of him. "Baby, are you okay?" He asked and Tommy shook his head. "What did you do to yourself?" Adam asked, eyes darkening.
"N-nothing," Tommy sniffled. Adam grabbed his wrists and he gasped, pulling his arms away and looked up st Adam sadly. "Baby, you have to stop," Adam said. "Then you have to s-stop leaving," Tommy hiccuped, looking away. "I had to go to work, baby," Adam said.
"But you said you were rich," Tommy said. "But I still need money," Adam said. "Please don't leave me again," Tommy whimpered.
"Clothes off," Adam said and Tommy shook his head, shrinking away. "Baby, I need to see what you did to yourself," Adam said. "N-no," Tommy replied, shaking his head more. "Tommy. Take the clothes off," Adam growled. Tommy shook his head hiding his face.
"Tommy!" Adam yelled, grabbing his arm. "N-n-no," Tommy said. Adam growled and lifted his hand up, sliding it across Tommy's face. Tommy stared at him, tears streaming down his face. "A-Adam," Tommy whimpered. "Shit," Adam whispered getting up and walking away, slamming the bedroom door.
Seconds later he heard a scream and something hit a wall.
Tommy sobbed, burying his face into the couch. He bit his lip and sat up, taking his clothes off. He walked into the bedroom and Adam looked up at him, makeup smudged on his cheeks. He froze as he stared at Tommy's body, covered in raw, bloody scars and dried blood.
"I'm sorry," Tommy whispered, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry."
Adam bit his lip, tears slipping onto his pants. "I didn't mean to hit you," he whispered. "Yes, you did. But it's okay," Tommy said and Adam shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "No, it's not! It's not okay!" Adam yelled, clenching his fists. "But it was a mistake. I still love you," Tommy said.
"What if it happens again?" Adam asked. "If you don't mean to then I won't care," Tommy said and Adam nodded. Tommy frowned and hugged him, kissing the top of his head. Adam hugged him back and looked at his face, biting his lip.
"There's a mark," he said and ran his finger softly over it. Tommy winced and Adam bit his lip, standing up. "I'll get you some ice," he murmured and walked out the room, coming back a few minutes later with a bag of ice. Tommy smiled at him and out the ice on his cheek, sighing.
"I'm really sorry, Tommy," Adam said, sitting down by him. "I said it was fine," Tommy grumbled, leaning against the headboard.
"But it's not. Please, just say you forgive me," Adam begged, crawling over to him. "I was never mad at you. I don't need to forgive you. But, if you want me to, then I forgive you," he said and smiled up at him. "You're making me feel bad," Adam whined.
Tommy chuckled, still smiling. "Good." "So you don't forgive me then?" Adam asked. "There's nothing to forgive you for," Tommy said and Adam groaned. "Yes there is! Please, just forgive me!" Adam cried. "Fine, I forgive you," Tommy said and Adam sighed, hugging him.
"It's okay, you know. The um- the owner of the house, she used to beat me all the time. I'm used to it," Tommy said and Adam shook his head. "I don't want you to think of me as your owner," he said. "I don't. I would never think of you as my owner," Tommy said and Adam nodded, resting his head on Tommy's chest.
