lovers | dorbyn

twenty two

"peter what the hell."

"jackson. my uncle."

morgan's jaw dropped. she shook her head. "no you can't be! i'm his daughter— biological daughter. i've never seen you before."

peter chuckled lightly, leaning against the wall of the shed. "there was a basement in your house, morgan."

"you—" morgan covered her mouth. "he locked you in there?"

"got real cozy down there." he whispered, sitting back down with a heavy sigh. "he only put me in school because he knew you were there."

morgan tried processing everything. everything made sense. all the unexplained bruises, why he hardly came to school, why he was unbelievably skinny. why he was scared whenever he got random texts during class— and why he wanted to get to know morgan.

"so you only talked to me because of jackson?"

peter swallowed thickly, tears filling his eyes. "i, um.. i guess. to be fair, we do have a lot in common and i did really want to be your friend after the first day."

morgan opened her mouth to say something, but the door opening to the shed cut her off. she stayed put in her corner. she held her breath when she saw jackson walk up to peter. he snapped a picture of his entire body, then moved over to morgan.

"hello, love. long time no see, huh." he grinned, taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing her to look up. "look pretty for the camera. smile."

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daniel rubbed his temples as he sat on the bar stool in the kitchen. his elbows rested on the counter, three empty bottles of beer beside him.

corbyn touched his back gently. "hey baby." he said softly, kissing his shoulder. "how are you feeling?"

"my head hurts." he whispered, tears filling his blue eyes. corbyn wrapped his arms around his head, pulling him against his chest, kissing the top of his head. "i miss her. it's only been two days and i miss her."

"i know. i miss her too." he sighed, closing his eyes. the two stayed there. daniel calming down from corbyn's scent. daniel felt corbyn cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at him. "we're going to get her back."

daniel nodded his head. corbyn ran his thumb over his bottom lip. corbyn pulled him down for a kiss. daniel gripped his hips, pulling him closer. corbyn gripped his hair, hearing daniel let out a small groan.

"she's okay." corbyn whispered against his lips, biting his bottom lip. daniel nodded his head again. corbyn kissed his cheek. "let's go to bed, yeah?"

"yeah." he whispered. he took corbyn's hand, the older boy leading them to their room.

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daniel woke up to a high pitched ding coming from his phone, followed by another one.

his eyes were heavy as he looked down at the sleeping corbyn on his chest. he reached over for his phone blindly, sighing heavily. his phone turned on, he immediately turned down the brightness. his wallpaper was covered by multiple notifications, the two texts being from an unknown number.

his heart rate spiked up.

he unconsciously tightened his arm around corbyn, feeling him shift around.

he opened the text, his heart dropping to his stomach as he stared at the pictures sent.

his stomach lurched.

he threw his phone on the other side of the bed, unraveling himself from his husband, and dashed to the bathroom to empty his stomach.

corbyn was startled awake. daniel wasn't in bed. he reached over to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. "dani?" he called out, slipping out of bed. he hurried over to the bathroom, biting his lip upon seeing his husband sobbing his eyes out.

"baby.." he sighed, grabbing the hand towel neatly folded on the counter, dampening it with water. he squeezed it so the water fell out of the towel, quickly flushing the toilet and sat down in front of him. he wiped his lips, before daniel crashed onto him. corbyn held him tightly, kissing his shoulder. "what's wrong, love?"

"she's-she's not—" he felt his chest tighten, all the air leaving his body. "they're not okay!" he rushed out, hiding his face in the crook of corbyn's neck.

"what are you talking about, daniel?" he whispered, rubbing his back soothingly. he heard daniel mumbled a shaky 'phone.' he pulled back from the embrace, feeling slightly mortified at the thoughts that flowed into his head.

he left daniel's side, going back to their room. he spotted daniel's phone on the bed, the screen still on. he grabbed the device, covering his mouth.

morgan was in the first picture. she looked terrified. she was balled up in the corner of.. what looked like a barn. she was chained to a hook. her eyes were red, like she was sprayed with pepper spray. bruises littered her body.

the second picture was a boy.

corbyn, though his tears, zoomed in on his face.

he swallowed audibly— morgan knew him. she facetimed him— hell, corbyn knew him. he drove him home.

it was peter. and he looked a hell of a lot worse than morgan.

corbyn jumped a second later when daniel's phone started ringing.

unknown number is calling..

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[a/n]

this do be suckin tho 🥵🥰✋🏼