Limerence {Joshler} [COMPLETED]

62.reality

A/N; this chapter mentions violence and homophobia and rude language. Sorry

Joshua had to go back to work the soon, and Tyler had to go back to school. He was anxious. He silently wished it could be holidays forever and he could just hang out with Joshua or just be around Joshua, but unfortunately, reality was that he had to go back to school tomorrow.

He had to make it through a whole week pretty much without Joshua. His boyfriend had to work every day, and he had to play at least three nights. Luckily there was one bright light on the horizon, this weekend the Blink 182 concert was and Tyler would spend two days and a whole night together with him. He was as excited as he was nervous, but still looking forward to it.

----
Tuesday 3:30 pm

"Hey Joseph!"
Tyler heard it, but flinched and tried to act like he hadn't heard it. His stomach churned, his hands got sweaty and his throat started to close on him. Tyler recognized that horrible voice immediatly, and he was scared. His hands grasped at the straps of his backpack, his knuckles white. He didn't want to get hurt again. Please, please not. He quickly walked along, eyes focussed on the floor, avoiding any possible eyecontact. But suddenly he felt something, or more likely, someone grab his backpack and pull back hard. He yelped and tried to keep on his feet, but the person pulled it again and Tyler dropped on his bum on the floor.

"Trying to ignore me? You fucking whimp. Can't even talk to me?" Dallon huffed as he looked down on Tyler, who was still on the floor. His eyes shot across the hallway looking for help. Anyone, a student, a teacher, but as always, nobody was there to help him. Well, few kids were there, but most of them were just laughing. Again. And the few others knew not to disturb Dallon, avoiding the risk of getting hurt themselfs.

So it was just Tyler and Dallon, and he was pissed. "Stand up", he demanded. "Now!" Tyler quickly scrambled to his feet, brushing off the dust from the dirty floor. He didn't dare to look at the other. What did he want now? Why did he always pick on Tyler? He never did him wrong, he never did anything wrong to anyone, he nearly didn't even excist. Dallon grabbed his shirt in his fist, pulling Tyler closer.

"You know, I hate faggots." He hissed close to Tyler's ear. He pushed the boy back, making him thump against the lockers. Dallon pressed down on his throat, and panic raised in Tyler's stomach.
"You make me sick", Dallon added. His face was so close to Tyler's, the boy could smell his bad breath, his unclear skin looking greasy and gross. "L-let m-me go", Tyler sobbed, Dallon's hand hurting his throat.

Tyler's heart beated so fast it surely would give out soon, and he couldn't breathe, he really couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe! He grabbed Dallon's arm with both his hands, trying to push him off with all strenght he had. Dallon was like a cat playing around with his prey, loosening his grip a bit but easily keeping him in place. "And you're a fucking liar, Joseph. Saying you got a boyfriend? Pff, don't make me laugh", Dallon huffed. His eyes were dripping with disgust, Tyler's frame slowly crumbling to pieces. "You're worthless Joseph, nobody wants you."

Tyler could no longer breathe, and maybe he didn't even care anymore because what jf Dallon was actually right? He slowly let go of Dallon's wrist, his eyes dropping in defeat. There was no way he could stand up for himself against him, and why even bother?

All he remembers after that is Dallon's knuckles colliding with his face. Once, twice, maybe three times?
He doesn't remember how much his jaw hurt, how he tastes blood and how it runs down over his face. He doesn't remember how Dallon got away from him and he surely doesn't remember how he got home, how he ended up with in his bed with an icepack on his butchered face.

Again, sorry