Falling || PhaYo

"I'm okay."

3RD PERSON

    Yo quickly hailed a cab and made his way back to the dorm. He didn’t once look back to see if Ricky had followed him out of the bar or not. He could care less. All he wanted was to get home and wash away the feeling of Ricky. All he wanted was to get back to Pha. He needed Pha.

    Once the cab dropped him off, Yo, ignoring the elevator, ran up the stairs to his dorm. He rushed in the room and locked it behind him. Pha was laying back on the bed reading some of his notes from class.

    When he seen Yo frantically taking off his clothes and rushing to the bathroom, Pha threw his notes to the side and followed Yo to the bathroom.

    Yo had climed in the shower and turned on the water. He grabbed a wash rag and began scrubbing his neck and stomach. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and mixing with the water.

    “Yo?” Pha asked turning the water off. Yo ignored him and turned the water back on. “Yo?” Pha said grabbing his arm and stepping into the shower with him, not caring that he still had his pants on. “Hey. Hey” He said quietly grabbing Yo’s wrist to stop him from scrubbing himself raw. “You’re getting red.”

    “I-I don’t care.” I have t-to get him o-off.” Yo said in between sobs. Pha grabbed his face in his hands, making Yo look at him.

    “Yo, look at me. Calm down, love.” He said wiping his tears away. “What happened? Talk to me? What did he do?” Pha asked, trying his best to calm Yo down.

    “He touched me. He touched me and tried to...he tried to h-h” Pha grabbed Yo and pulled his face into his chest to stop him from talking.

    He didn’t want to make Yo say it and he didn’t want to hear it. He needed to be there for Yo. If he heard what Yo was about to say, he knew he would march right out of the room and beat Ricky to death.

    “Shhh.” He said rubbing Yo’s hair as he sobbed into his chest, the water still beating down on them. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”

    Yo wrapped his arms tightly around Pha’s waist. He pulled Pha to him as close as he possibly could. He needed him right now.

    “Let’s get you dried off and into some clothes.” Pha said shutting the water off. He helped Yo out of the shower, never loosening his arms around him.

    Pha walked lead his the bedroom and picked out a plain black shirt of his own and a pair of Yo’s boxers for Yo to wear. He also grabbed a pair of shorts for himself.

    He helped Yo get dressed and laid him down in bed and he quickly changed into his shorts.

    When he was done, he quickly climbed in bed with Yo and pulled him close. Yo was still crying, but not as much.

    He wrapped his arms around Pha’s torso and pressed his face into his chest.

    It was already late, but there was no way that they were going to sleep for a while

    The next morning, after Yo had finally gone to sleep, Pha slid out of bed and grabbed a shirt to put on. He grabbed Yo’s keys and locked the door as he left.

    He made his ways down to Ricky’s room and knocked on the door like a maniac.

    It took about seven knocks before Ricky finally answered the door.

    He stood at the doorway with his hair in a mess and looked like he had just woken up. Pha smiled angrily at him and grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling out of the door and down the stairs, out to the parking lot.

    “What the hell?” He asked when Pha threw him into a wall. “What is wrong with you?”

    “Me? What’s wrong with you? How could you do that to him?” He was. Ricky laughed and shook his head, knowing what Pha was talking about.

    “Come on. Can’t we share? Sharing is caring, isn’t it?” He said. Pha threw his fist as hard as he could, making it contact with Ricky’s face. Ricky fell against the wall as his nose started to bleed.

    He laughed and pushed himself back up.

    “I bet he rides you so good. I bet he moans your name so loud. I bet I could make him moan my name louder.” Pha threw his fist again, and again, and again.

    Ricky was laying on the ground. He had a cut above his eye and his nose was bleeding a lot than before.

    Ricky pushed himself up again and threw a punch this time, making contact, as well, with Pha’s face. He stumbled back and little and held his mouth where he was now bleeding.

    He leaped at Ricky, but only hit the wall since Ricky moved out of the way.

    Ricky grabbed Pha by his hair and pulled him backward. Hitting him in the face once, twice, a third time.

    Pha grabbed Ricky’s hand to prevent him from throwing another punch. He yanked Ricky forward and to the ground, kicking him in his stomach repeatedly.

    “Don't.” Kick. “Ever.” Kick. “Fucking.” Kick. Touch.” Kick. “Him again.”

    “Pha. Stop.” Yo came running out of the building and grabbing Pha’s arm, making him face him. “Are you okay? How much does it hurt?” He asked touching Pha’s already appearing bruises.

    “I’m okay.” Pha said shaking his head. “Let’s go inside.” He said pulling Yo along with him, leaving Ricky groaning on the ground.

    “You’re not okay.” Yo said as they made it back into the room. “You have bruises and blood all over your face. You’re handing is covered in blood as well. I’m calling Beam and Kit.” Yo said grabbing his phone. Pha stopped him.

    “You don’t need to. I’m really okay.”

    “Let me call them, please. Just so I can really make sure that you are okay.” Yo said looking at Pha with sad eyes. Pha sighed and nodded, giving in.