Maylor oneshots. :)

It's gonna be ok.

·Maylor-
During smile era

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Roger was being abused by his father at the time. He never liked to talk about it to people because it made him so emotional and angry. He only shared his secret with Brian, he trusted Brian. Brian always understood Roger, or at least tried to.

{Roger's POV}

I don't understand it.
I wish I could escape from this. All of it. I wish it could all just end.

Of course when my day was going slightly well, my father had to come home all drunk and upset for no reason
... like always.

Why did he always have to take it out on me? I did nothing to him. I can't take it anymore.

I was laying in my room studying when I heard a loud clunk from the kitchen so I set my journal down carefully next to so my papers didn't go everywhere and slowly walked to the kitchen.

"H-hello?" I called quietly. I wasn't sure who was home but I made sure to sound really respectful in case my father had another "tiring day at work" Yeah whatever. All he ever did was work at a bar and get drunk.

"What do you need." It was my father. Of course. He stumbled over to me with a bottle of beer in his hand. When I saw the alcohol, my stomach dropped. The bar he worked at would give him free alcohol sometimes... Well a lot. Meaning he had a bit too much most of the time.

"Oh I uh.. I just.. I was uh-"

"Damn it just spit it out for God's sake!" He cut me off as he threw his bottle at the wall next to me making me jump out of my skin. My eyes went big.

"I- I'm sorry!" I accidentally shouted back at him. very. very. big. mistake.

He raised his arm and brought it back down harshly as his hand hit my face. He hit with such force that it nocked me to the ground.

I brought my hand up to the stinging area on my cheek where I had been hit. I looked up at him with fright in my eyes.

I needed to get away. I needed to get to Brian's.

I stood up quickly and ran out the door to Brian's house.

{Brian's POV}

I was sitting on the sofa as I stroked my cat that was resting beside me.

Then I heard a loud pounding on the door taking me out of my daze.

I stood up quickly to answer the door. And there stood Roger.

I knew what happened. He didnt have to tell me. Roger never liked talking about this stuff with me. It always made him very angry. When I tried to talk to him about his father he would yell and get emotional so I never pushed him to talk about it.

His eyes were red and puffy, he had been crying. There was a bright red mark on his cheek... It must have happened again.

"Can I stay at your house tonight?   Please?" He said with a croaky voice as he looked at his dirty shoes sheepishly. He looked like a little puppy that had been kicked a few times.

"Yeah, uh... I'm sure my mum won't mind." I tried to give him the most sympathetic smile I could. But when you know that your boyfriend is being hurt and he won't let you do anything... Its hard. I wish I could help him but he never let's me. He always pushes me away.

I invited him inside and we both sat in the living room for a while. I watched as he admired my house, I knew he always liked my home more than his. Well.. It was more of a home to him than his own. My mother probably loved him more than his own father. He was always welcome here.

I watched him as he sat there with his legs held up to his chest. Pieces of his hair covering his face.

"I'm gonna make something for dinner. Alright?" I asked him in the most comforting voice I could. I placed my hand on his back to get a response. He just nodded his head and looked away.

After dinner

"I'm gonna go clean up my dishes..." Roger stood up and slowly took his tray into the kitchen.

"Alright, I'm gonna clean mine up in a bit" I called back to him.

After a few minutes of sitting in the living room by myself, I heard some clattering so I went to go check on Roger to see if he was alright.

As I walked into the kitchen I saw him leaned over the counter with his face in his hands.

"Roger.. Are you- are you okay?" I slowly crept over to where he stood.

"I'm fine Brian." He sniffled as he spoke, he was crying but he tried not to show it.

"Rog, I know something's wrong. I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. I am always here for you no matter what." I wanted him to talk to me. It's not good for him to have all these emotions always built up inside. I was careful not to push him though. He could tell me when he wanted to, "Always Rog." I repeated.

"I SAID IM FINE BRIAN!" he yelled as he slammed his hand down on his cup making it shatter as he collapsed onto the floor sobbing. His actions made me flinch, he often had many outbursts but this was different.

He cradled his bleeding hand as he layed there. All his feelings were kept in for so long.
     He finnally exploded.

"Roggie, I know what's been going on at home. You dont have to always keep it to yourself. I want to help you. You dont have to go through this alone.... I know what is going on." I quickly got to the floor with him and moved him to where I was holding him in my arms like a baby. I ran my fingers through his shaggy blond hair.

"I can't take it anymore Brian! I hate him! I hate him!" He said as he weeped. He buried his face into my chest as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

I rocked him back and forth to try and call him down. I felt so bad for him. He was trembling.

"Roger... Rog, look at me." I pulled him away a few inches to look at me. I stared down into his ocean eyes. His face was red and tear-stained.

"I can't live like this Brian. I want it all to end. Everything..." He whispered shakily. The thought of what he just said made me shiver.

"Roger no. I dont want to hear you say that. I know what you are going through is hard, but it is going to get better. I promise. You have me and I have you. And that's all we need. Okay? You can stay here as long as you want. But I promise you that things will get better. I dont want to hear you say something like that again. Alright?" I tried to sound as assuring as possible. It hurt me to hear Roger say something like that.

"Uh-huh..." He said in response as he brought his face back to my chest and hugged me tighter.

"I love you Rog. It's gonna be ok."