Roadtrip and Mikey Cobban oneshots bxb

Little one (trigger warning: abuse and rape)

Trigger warning: mentions of abuse, and rape

Ages: Rye 23. Brooky 20 (their real ages I believe)
Rye pov

Walking past Brooks room I heard whimpering and crying. Opening the door, I saw he was asleep, but quite obviously having a nightmare.

Walking over to the bed, I set down pulling him into my lap. "Brooky, baby, shh you're okay, I'm here, you're okay." I said softly.

He woke with a start, jumping in my arms a bit. "Shhhh Brooky it's just me it's just me." I soothed.

Looking up at me with tears in his eyes, he asked "why are you here? It's late you should be asleep."

I gave him  pointed look, "Brooky. How long have you been not sleeping like this?"

"I-I don't know... a while... I guess," he whispered, "I-I'm used to it. I'll be fine. You can go now."

In turn I just help him tighter.

Sighing I asked, "Brooky you know you're gonna have to talk about it, yeah?"

Shaking his head yes, with a far off look in his eyes he mumbled "I know"

"You haven't been sleeping, eating, or even taking much the past few months. You haven't been you. You think no ones noticed but I have. We all have. I just need you to talk to me love."  I told him.

"I-I have something I need to tell you." He whispered.

"What's up Brooky boy?" I asked.

"I-I like boys... I'm gay..." Brook looked scared out of his mind. And it broke my heart.

"I'm proud of you for telling me love. I'm gay too. But that's not all, is it little one? Something else happened. And you're not getting out of telling me." I told him.

"My ex... he-he" he stuttered.

"He what Brooky? What did he do?" I was slowly getting more and more angry knowing someone hurt this precious boy in my arms.

"It started out with him calling me names. Then the hair pulling started. And then he would hit me. He'd get drunk all the time. And then he stared to do things. I was a virgin... and it hurt so bad... I begged him not too. But he didn't care. And then he started bringing around a couple of his friends. He'd let them use me then they'd leave. I can't stand to look in a mirror now... all I see is scars..." he whispered in a monotonous voice.

I growled. I actually fucking growled when he said that.

"How old were you?" I asked quietly.

"What?"

"How old were you? How old where you when it started? Fuck Brooky how old was he?" I asked, raising my voice.

He mumbled something quietly.

"Speak up little one. I couldn't hear you." I demanded softly. Still so fucking pissed that someone hurt him.

"I was 16." He spoke up a little. Refusing to look me in the eyes.

"How old was he?" He wouldn't look me in the eyes now.

"Brooklyn. How old was he?" I asked getting more pissed off.

Looking up, he met my eyes. And I could see tears rolling down his cheeks.

"He- he was 22..." he whispered.

"Will you show me?" I asked softly.

"Huh?"He asked confused.

"Will you show me the scars little one?" I asked using the nickname I knew could calm him.

A/n there's gonna be a part two so don't worry.