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Psychopaths

Quick notes:

I'm sick and this is how I write out my frustrations apparently

Eddy is in an abusive relationship

Probably been cheating with Brett

Unaware his best friend is a psychopath

He's gonna lose his mind most likely

Eddy has bad choice in men someone give him relationship advice like bro.

Morals what morals?

This is a quick draft so not a lot of details just main points I guess.

Brown hair slid over his eyes in thick strands, some matted together with blood. He let the back of his head slump against the wall as his breathes came out in strained hiccups. He could've hit back,yet there he was just docilely and submissively taking it without sound or complaint. No words, no screams nor cries, just silence. He had even smiled with a nod as the other left him in the hallway with only a blanket draped over his bruised shoulders

" You stay here tonight, you'll get the bed dirty otherwise," The slurred speech came out as a dagger to the youngers heart but he still smiled and agreed.

He could have pushed him away, after all, he was bigger and he was stronger than the petite male-which is why he refused to lay a finger on the smaller, because he could break him if he really wanted to. He could wring his throat, crush his skull against the wall with a brutal show of strength or he could even pierce him in the gut as he slept so he could finally be free from this pitiful cycle. However, Eddy knew he would never return the favor of such horrid things. In spite of everything his boyfriend's actions weren't his fault–at least that's what Eddy wanted to believe–it has always happened when the elder was drunk and trying to cope with stress; Eddy was his way of coping if it be for the worse or for the better. It wasn't like they never had good times, on the contrary, they have actually had many good experiences both loving and equally as hilarious.

" Eddy you look so pretty," he remembered the words still spoken along with the feeling of a calloused thumb rubbing over his split lip in a loving gesture. It always seemed that his lover was still trying to fix it or take care of him. This was what Eddy hated most, he wished that his lover was just cruel that way he wouldn't feel bad if he fought back but it would be a lie if he said he wasn't in love with his partner or who his partner used to be.

After what seemed like an eternity, in a swift attempt the bloodied and bruised boy was on his feet. His legs quiver violently as he began to limp to the bathroom," Tonight will be the last night,"

Eddy tells himself in an attempt of comfort; however, these words fell empty among the death of the night.

" I'm going to leave for good "

He had told himself the same thing a hundred times before but this time it would be different. This time he meant it. Eddy stumbled into the bathroom finally letting his knees give out against the cold tile. He could do nothing but lay there in the pitiful lump but he saw his phone on the sink counter which caused a bubble of hope within him. A shaky arm raised being to weak to proactively grab it so he pushed it off instead. It fell to the ground with a clatter but the abused male did not care, it's only use at that moment was to speed dial Brett.

Eddy listened to it ring for awhile–it felt like an eternity– before his best friend finally picked up.

" Oi Eddy whatcha need?"

" Hey Brett, sorry to bother you but do you think you could come get me, again? I need to escape reality for a long while and I can't particularly move well enough to drive myself to you" he croaked out with a hoarse voice.