Love is Love ||A Newtmas AU||

DAY III

(A/N: TRIGGER WARNING!!!! Contains acts of violence, rape and self-harm! You have been warned. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!)

_____________(NEWT'S P.O.V.)_____________

                 "So, you think you can just sneak off and have sex? Well, do I have a surprise for you, son. You need to be taught a lesson, kid. A lesson indeed. How about we fight fire with fire, huh? A little lesson in how sex can ruin a person, eh? Now get on your knees boy! I'll show you what sex is really like." He kicks me in the back of the knees, forcing my to kneel. He pulls down his pants and grabs me by the hair, pulling me closer. 

                      "Suck it." He demands and I do as I'm told. He doesn't allow me to take a breath until after he came, making me swallow his cum. I was gasping for air when he tore off my jeans, flipping me so my ass was right parallel to him. 

                  "Now, for the painful reality check." He says as he suddenly inserts himself into me. I don't allow him the satisfaction of a whimper and instead bite my tongue until the metallic taste floods my mouth. He thrusts himself into me, pushing his thumb into my esophagus, causing black dots to litter my vision. His other hand pulls at my hair again, but this time with even more force. I can feel him throbbing inside me and I know he's about to cum again. He then spins me around, demanding me to suck it until he cums once again. He then spares me a gasp of air.

              "Leave.... to your room.... NOW!!" He yells and I disregard my clothing and sprint into my room. I close my door and slide down it, burying my face into my knees. My body aches and I sob, my shell of a body trembling with every breath. I think about calling Tommy but what will he think? He'll never love me again after this. There was only one way to take the pain away.

I open my dresser and look into it, my vision blurred by tears. I see the shiny metal blade on top of my t-shirt and I pick it up delicately. I line the sharp edge to the inside of my left wrist and slice the skin, watching blood shed like tears. I slice again, deeper, and the blood flows freely down my arm and pools on the hardwood floor. I slice again and again until I can't feel the ache in my body and the pain in my heart. I pull a sweatshirt over my head and lie down. I have no more tears left to cry.

-----------------(THE NEXT DAY)------------------

I walk slowly to school, wearing the same sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants to match. I cover up the welt on my face and fake a smile when I see Tommy waiting for me.

             "Hey Newt," he smiles at me. I fake my smile wider and say a "hello" back. "You okay, after last night?"

          "It was good, spending time with you." I was not lying that time. It really was good.

 "I really enjoyed your company," he laughs a cute, soft chuckle. I smile back at him. "How's your, you know," he winks.

         "Oh Tommy, you bastard." I genuinely smile because even after all that shit, he still makes me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. He giggles and I blush, though the cover-up does it's job well and nobody sees it. I know he's got a reputation to maintain and being gay is not something of a rep booster. I still wish I could openly love him, but High School would tear us both a new asshole so we decide unanimously that our relationship was a low-key just us and Minho thing. Minho is actually such a GOOD human and totally made up a fucking ship-name for us! It's wonderful! The school day is long but I dread the time 2:30 comes with great force.