A Thousand Years (A Hernst fanfic)

Chapter 5

TW: Implied rape

Hanschen jerked awake to the sound of screams coming from the living room. He rubbed his eyes as he was hit with a pounding pain in his head. "Ugh, how drunk was i last night?" He asked himself in a gruff voice as he climbed out of what he thought was his bed. But as he started to look around, he realized: he was in melchiors room. His heart stopped as he nervously looked down. Sure enough: there were his clothes, scattered everywhere. A knot began to form in his stomach and tears started to fill his eyes. He reaproached the bed and sat down: recollecting his thoughts as tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. His heart suddenly caught in his throat as he saw a flashing blue light on his phone. He cautiously picked his phone up off of the nightstand, and was greeted with only one message: a long, detailed text from Ernst. "N-no" hanschen thought to himself as his shaky fingers opened the text. With teary eyes, he scanned his lovers words

"How could you? I gave you everything i ever had, I GAVE YOU MY HEART: but you went and threw that away and went on to fuck melchior gabor as soon  as i fucking left. MELCHIOR FUCKING GABOR! I thought you were different, hanschen. I thought i really loved you. I still do, however:  you obviously don't return the favor. Please don't contact me ever again: we're officially through.

Formerly yours:
Ernst

Hanschen stared at his phone screen with a blank stare. His lip began to quiver and his entire body shook with terror. His knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor: "N-no, NO, NO, NO NO NO!!!" He shouted in disbelief. He chucked his phone at the wall out of anger, instantly cracking the screen. He then slammed his face into one of the many pillows, screaming crying, and wailing into it for what felt like hours. His baby was gone, and he couldn't do anything about it. He continued to lay there, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. He couldn't believe it:

He was raped by melchior gabor.

Suddenly, he heard his partially broken phone go off. "Who the fuck could that be?" He snarled through tears as he picked up the cracked phone from the floor, and the caller ID read none other than moritz stiefel. His face filled with rage as he picked up the phone and began to get dressed. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO BUDDY" He shouted at moritz as he slipped on his jeans and sweater. Moritz was silent for a few seconds, until hanschen shouted again: "WELL?! WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM LAST NIGHT?! AND HOW THE HELL DID ERNST FIND OUT?!" Moritz began to sob uncontrollably. "J-just don't ask questions, hanschen. Look at your instagram: melchior used your phone to upload something on your account. It'll answer all your questions, don't worry" he choked out as he abruptly hung up. Hanschen took the phone away from his ear and frantically opened instagram. Sure enough, there it was: right smack on his story was a vulgar, shocking video of him and melchior doing it. That was it. He was done. He barged out of melchiors room and out the front door. Melchior was passed out on the couch, surrounded by now cold chinese takeout, presumably from the night before. Hanschen ran down the stairs of the apartment building and out the front doors as he called a cab back to his house. As he stood there on the sidewalk, it started to rain. He began to zone out, remembering his and ernsts first date. He had walked him home in a storm like this. Damn, what a night that was. It was their first kiss, their first date, and of course: the night they fell in love. Hanschen sighed: these memories meant nothing now after all. He popped in his earbuds as the cab pulled up and he hopped in the backseat. He stared out the window into the rainy abyss, and couldn't help but reminisce about his times with Ernst. He began to tear up again as the cab turned onto his block and pulled up to his driveway. He handed the driver the fare, avoiding any eye contact as he ran out of the cab and into his house. He slowly closed the front door behind him, slumping up the stairs as he silently approached their bedroom. He began to rummage through his things until he found the little black box he had been saving for the day Ernst got back.

"Guess you're not gonna be put to good use after all" he thought to himself as he shoved the precious box into the back of his bedside drawer, covering it up with clothes. After that, hanschen just couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed onto his and (formerly) Ernsts bed and just broke down. crying, wailing, and screaming: just like he had done two months ago in that exact same spot. He truly didn't care anymore: All he wanted was his baby back,

But he was already gone.