Sapphire Sins (Sallary)

17<Crystals>17

"Ok, what? Tell me what happened again.. slowly." Larry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sal explained what happened the night before once more. "And you just fucking put it on? After all that's happened?! Sal, are you fucking mental?" Larry growled out, grabbing his boyfriend's shoulders.

"I-I don't know, Lar. I just felt like... like I needed to wear it. I took it off quickly though! I promise, Lar, I'm fine." Sal whispered gently. Larry let go of his shoulders and got up, pacing the room.

"Jesus fuck.. if I didn't love you so much- ugh... we have to be carful, Sal. We still have no clue what the fuck happened at the hospital, all we know is it was bad. Don't pull shit like that, dude. I love you too much to lose you to some cloaked assholes." Larry snarled out, glaring over at Sal.

"Shut the fuck up." Sal snapped back.

"What?" Larry asked, turning towards the small male.

"I'm not sure what's up with you, but you act like you have a stick up your ass constantly! I feel like a nuisance, not a boyfriend. You shout at me like a child, you won't even look me in the fucking eye!! If you hate being around me so much, then I guess I'll fucking leave." Sal shouted, grabbing his bag and standing up.

"Sal, stop. You're being irrational, don't act like a child." Larry sighed. He wasn't sure what had come over him recently, but since the hospital he hasn't been able to stop his mouth. Even if he doesn't want to say something, even if he doesn't mean it, he says it. He doesn't even have to think it, it just comes out.

"I'll stop acting like a child when you stop treating me like one!" Sal yelled back, walking towards the door.

"Wait, no, Sal, please! I-I don't know why I'm saying this stuff it just comes out, I don't even mean any of it, I'm sorry, please don't leave!" Larry said, running after the boy and grabbing his hand.

"Sure, Larry. Sure." Sal replied, taking his hand back. Larry felt a lump grow in his throat.

"Please, Sal... seriously, there's something wrong... please, stay... stay with me." Larry choked out.

"I love you. I really do. But I need some time to myself. I'll see you later, Larry." Sal stated, walking away and slamming the basement door in his boyfriend's face. Larry leaned against the door before sliding down it and to the floor. Something was happened. Something bad.

...

Sal threw his second lamp at the wall, creating a bigger hole than the first. Gizmo cowered in the corner as his owners break down continue, cringing as Sal ripped off his prosthetic and threw it across the room. Sal's stomach twisted as a gut wrenching snap came from across the room where the prosthetic was flung. He rushed over to the spot, looking at his now broken mask.

His first instinct was to scream again, but his throat was dry, raw, and refused to make another sound so he simply sat on the floor and sobbed. Gizmo slowly trotted over and sat on Sal's lap, purring and cuddling against the boy.

"I-I'm sorry Gizzy... I should've been a better fur dad..." sal choked out, gently petting Gizmo's soft fur. The cat simply meowed in response.

...

Larry peered down at his bloody knuckles, then at the giant hole in his closet door. He punched it again, his hand going all the way through. As he pulled his hand out of the rubble, splinters of woods sunk into his arm like a saw trap. He didn't want to cry, but the tears came and a cascade of them fell down his face.

Larry looked over at the revolver on the table, the one he dug out of his old safe. He looked at the single bullet he had. Larry chuckled lightly as he walked towards the table, loading the gun Russian roulette style. He sat there for ten minutes.

Spin the barrel.

Pull the trigger.

Click

Spin again.

Pull again.

Click

No luck. He got frustrated and pointed the gun towards the ground then pulled the trigger.

BANG

One more shot. That's all it would've taken.

Sal heard the shit from up stairs and rushed to the elevator, slipping in the keycard and quickly running into the basement. Meanwhile, Larry was in complete shock, letting the gun slip pity of his trembling hand. Sal burst through his bedroom door with a terrified look on his face, but once he saw that Larry was fine he simply dropped to his knees and cried lightly.

Larry continued to shake as he looked at his boyfriend, then at the gun. Then at his boyfriend. Then at the gun.

"I'm sorry Larry, I'm so fucking sorry of my god..." Sal said in a shaky tone. Larry walked over before dropping to the floor with him, pulling him into a hug and crying with him.

"Me too, Sal..." Larry choked out. "Me too."