Toxic Affection | Manthony | Complete

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Mitchel ran back into the cafeteria to grab his bag. He did so then booked it out of the cafeteria to the the exit of the school.
"Wait Mitchel please baby." Christian screamed and ran after him. Mitchel stopped and turned around with tears clouding his vision.
"No, no don't you dare call me that." He hissed as Christian dropped his shoulders.
"No go on that little lunch date with Clinton, I'm serious Christian I'm done with you and this whole thing I'm done trying to be happy and try to pretend that it doesn't hurt that you like my brother. I'm sorry Christian but when you can give me your full attention then come back." He spoke out of breath.
"But Mitchel you have my full attention, you always have, and fuck Clinton if you want me to go in there and scream to the whole that I love you, if that what it will take then so be it." Christian strokes closer to the mess named Mitchel.
"No I don't want you to do anything." He whispered.
"Then what do you want?" Christian finally moved close enough to move the braid that was dangling in his face behind his ear.
"I want you." He mumbled as Christian Smiled.
"Then have me." He went to connect their lips but some one yelling stopped him.

"You have to be joking, please tell me this is some sick joke!" Clinton yelled as Christians body filled with rage as he ran to Clinton and slammed him against the locker.
"No Clinton, you're the joke, you think you can go and fuck with Jesse and I's and all of feelings, well you've pulled my last string." Christian used all his strength to throw the much bigger guy onto the tile as Christian hovered of him as he began to beat him in the face punch after punch to his nose. "You did this to me and Mitchel, I loved you I would have given everything for you, I took drugs to try to forget about you, I cut myself hoping one would be deep enough so I could leave this world were you cant play with my feeling like some type of toy anymore!" He took he took a break from beating him up to scream his guts out at him but he instantly reconnected his fist to Clinton's face. Clinton didn't fight back his body drifted in and out of awareness.
"Christian Stop!" Mitchel finally realized  what was going on and he pushed the blonde boy off of his brother.

Clinton laid there on his back half lifeless as Christian sat next to him as he brought his knees to his chest. "I'm so sorry Clinton." Christian sobbed as Mitchel helped his brother to his feet. "It's all good I guess." Clinton mumbled "Get to the nurse." Mitchel spoke with a voice crack.
Mitchel melted down next to Kras' side.
"I...I don't know what took over me, I can't believe I hurt him." Christian continued to sob.
"Shhh." Mitchel soothed him as Christian head fell into his lap. Mitchel pushed his hair out of his face.
"He just laid there and let me beat the shit out of him and he took it like he deserved it, Mitchel Clinton didn't deserve that." His voice had clear hurt and disappointment laced in it.
"I...I just want you to be happy." Christian added as Mitchel took a deep breath.
"Thank you, but beating up my brother wasn't the way to go about it." He laughed a little as Christian buried his face into his abdomen.
"I know I fucked up." He mumbled into Mitchels hoodie.
"No you didn't, come on let me get you home." Christian stood up as Mitchel grabbed his bag.
Mitchel grabbed the spare car key from his bag.
Christian leaned his head on window.
Christian watched him turn down a familiar road.
"Wait, w...where are we going?" He swallowed hard. "Clinton's gonna grab a ride with pat Home and I don't want you to near each other so I'm taking you to your house." Mitchel turned down his street.
"No Mitchel please don't please I'm begging you." He spoke with tears coming back to his eyes.
"What the hell?" Mitchel pulled into kras' driveway.
"I...I just don't want to be home right now." He lies as Mitchel rolled his eyes. "Christian please tell me what's wrong with your home life." Mitchel knew it was personal and Christian probably wouldn't answer but he wanted to know.
"I sleep on the floor of the basement, I don't eat while I'm there and I'm not allowed to leave the dark place unless I'm going to school." He spoke as if it was just normal like it happened to everyone.
"Wait Excuse me?" Mitchel wanted to make sure he heard him correctly.
"Please don't make me repeat that, can we just go back to your place." He whispered as he put the key back in the ignition.

The car remained silent as they headed to the freeway.
"Where are we going?" He asked as they sped down the highway.
"A hotel." Mitchels hand landed on Christians lower thigh as his thumb rubbed circles on it.