Falsettos Oneshots

I'm Done//Homosexuals

Mild trigger warning!

I don't love him. I don't see the problem with that- he doesn't love me. And before you go all, you're making everything a big deal, Whizzer, he obviously loves you- I'm not talking about Marvin. I'm aware that Marvin loves me more than life itself, and I'm more than willing to admit that I feel the same way. Marvin is sweet, and caring, and although we fight, he doesn't hurt me. He doesn't slam me against walls, or kick me so hard that I can't get up the next morning. He doesn't knock me out when I say that I'm not in the mood to fuck and leave me bruised and brush-burned when I come to. Marvin divorced his wife just to wait for me. In all honestly I though, there's nothing to wait for. If I leave my boyfriend, he's going to kill himself, and I know for a fact that it's not an empty threat.

"Watcha thinking about?" Marvin asks, resting his arm on my shoulder. An inevitable smile makes it's way to my face.

"Stupid shit." I say.

"That's not really an answer."

"The fuck? Yes it i-" I'm cut off by my phone vibrating in my lap. I look at it, my eyes widening. "Ben's calling." I whisper. Marvin scoffs, moving away from me. I frown, putting my phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Where the fuck are you!?" He yells, and I flinch, almost dropping my phone.

"At a friend's house."

"What friend?" He scowls, pissed. I look at Marvin, reaching into the depths of my mind for a fake name.

"My friend Steph. What's the big deal?"

"The deal is that I come home and you're at some stranger's house! Get your ass over here!" He screeches.

"He's not a-"

"It doesn't matter, Whizzer! I told you that I didn't want you leaving today! If you're not back in ten minutes, I swear to god Whizzer-"

"I'll see you in a minute, Ben." I mumble, tears filling my eyes. I hang up the phone, standing up and grabbing my leather jacket from Marvin's couch. Marvin stares up at me with soft eyes as I pocket my phones, rubbing my eyes. Marvin stands up, wrapping his arms around my waist. I look down at him, biting my lip. "Marvin, I have to go." I whisper.

"You could stay here. We could lock the doors and you could stay here with me." He says, and I shake my head, smiling sadly.

"No, Marv. I gotta go."

"I could go with you. Make sure you stay safe."

"Marvin, please don't do this."

"How could I not? You go home, and then he beats the shit out of you, and I don't know when or if you'll ever come back!" He yells, and I can't control the tears anymore. I hold him tightly, running my hand through his hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He mumbles. I let go of him, quickly pecking him on the lips and walking out. I get into my car, wiping my eyes and checking my phone. It's been seven minutes. Ben's going to beat my ass. I try to ignore all of the bruises littering my body. I like to pretend they aren't there, that I'm not with somebody that comes at me with my own baseball bat on a weekly basis. I like to believe that I'm perfectly happy with Marvin, and that I don't have to sneak behind my abusive boyfriend's back to see the person I love. But then I go home, and the whole facade is over. Ben beats my ass, more and more bruises end up on my body, and the cycle repeats. Marvin doesn't say anything about them anymore, just gives me a real sad look.

Nine minutes.

My grip on the wheel tightens. Just a couple of blocks away. I can make this- if this dumb red light would change. Soon, I pull into the driveway, quickly getting out of my car. It's been fifteen minutes. I'm completely screwed. I practically run up the porch stairs, inhaling deeply before opening the door. Immediately, Ben grabs the side of my face, bashing my head into the wall and holding me there. I cry out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut.

"You're late!" He shouts.

"I know, I got stuck at a damned traffic light!" I scream. He lets go of my head, only to bash me right back into the wall.

Don't cry, Whizzer. Don't cry. You can handle this.

"A fifteen minute traffic light!?"

"It took me some time to get here, you know!" I yell. He lets go of my face, kicking me in the stomach, hard.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He'll stop soon.

He picks me up by my shoulders, slamming my back into the wall.

Perfect.

"I'm done." I whisper, looking him in the eyes.

"What?"

"I'm done! With all of your fucking shit! I'm breaking up with you!" I yell. He smacks me across the face, hard. I take a deep breath, just before kicking him right in the balls and shoving him to the ground and running. Running out of the building, running out of Ben's stupid life.

As I walk to my car, though, I hear a single gunshot.

Instead of my car, I decide to fuck it and run. The traffic is horrible, and I don't want to be here for whatever comes after this. Luckily, it's mildly warm out and I know the way to Marvin's house by heart. I pull my phone out of my pocket, pulling up his contact.

"Hello?"

"Marvin?" I choke out, picking up my pace. "Can I come back to your house, please?" I ask, my voice sounding much worse than I thought it would.

"Of course. Are you alright? Should I get Charlotte?"

"No, no, don't get anybody, I'm fine, I just..." I trail off, not knowing what to say. "I want to be with you right now." Marvin huffs.

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit."

When I get to Marvin's house, he's waiting on the porch for me. When he sees me, his eyes widen. I didn't think I looked that bad, but apparently so. Marvin stands up, wrapping an arm around me as we walk inside, immediately plopping down on the couch.

"What happened?" Marvin asks.

"He's dead." I say, quietly, looking at my hands. Marvin jumps.

"Did you-"

"No, no, god no!" I yell, looking up at him. "He beat me against the wall and after a while I kicked him in the balls and left. I heard a gun shot, and..." I hadn't realized that I was crying until I finished the sentence. Marvin hugs me, tightly, and I sob into the crook of his neck. He rubs my back, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Except, they're not nothings. They're things that nobody's ever cared enough to say to me before, so they're somethings, at least to me.

"C'mon. You're tired, and this couch isn't comfortable enough." Marvin says, and I nod. He leads me to his bedroom, flopping down on the bed. I crawl into his arms, laying my head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around me, and I smile softly, planting a kiss on his neck and shutting my eyes.

I love him.