He Doesn't Treat You Right (UNEDITED)(W.I.P)

CHAPTER 4

Type barged into the apartment ready to jump on and hug Tharn but darkness and silence was all that greeted him.
"Tharn ... " he hesitantly called out.
Switching on the lights he looked around everything looked untouched.
Had Tharn not come back?
He looked at the clock to confirm the time. It was definitely already past 7 in the evening. Tharn's classes ended at 3 and the music faculty's practice rooms open to freshman year were locked up by 6 o'clock so Tharn should have been back by now.
Where could he be? He opened the closet to check if Tharn's suitcase was stored there or not, it wasn't.
Oh God! Had Tharn already dumped him without telling him! but Tharn's clothes that hung in front of him reassured him.
Pulling out Tharn's favorite tee shirt he buried his face in it. Tharn's scent calmed his wildly beating heart.
He looked at the clothes and sniffing the tee shirt rationalized maybe Tharn was just hanging out with Lhong catching up.
On the other hand, his boyfriend could also be avoiding him and was planning to come back late so he wouldn't have to look at Type's face let alone hear his voice.

After what Type had been putting him through it was a solid explanation for Tharn's absence from their apartment at this late hour.

Type thought about what he had read in the article in all the victim statements. He had checked all the boxes when it came to being a certified abuser. He called Tharn names, was unnaturally possessive, he didn't care about Tharn's likes or dislikes and then finally the jewel on the crown - His constant use of violence whenever he was offended by what the other party said or because he just disliked the person in front of him.
Tharn had been someone he had initially disliked bcoz in Tharn he used to see the man who had assaulted him as a child. But over time his image of the boy changed and he went on to first become his f*uck buddy and then his actual boyfriend.
They had talked some and Tharn had tried to explain to him ,to the best of his abilities, to make Type understand that the man who had gone after Type, his sexuality wasn't a factor when he attacked Type. He was a pedophile an extremely dangerous mentally ill person who preyed on young children.
It was the same thing that the therapist who attended to him for years after his ordeal told him. While they were still in their friends with benefits contract Type had found himself slowly letting go of his intense hatred, and after Khom's confession and breaking their friendship during his visit back home; he had realized that this idiotic attitude of his had caused him to lose a dear childhood friend.

So despite all the changes he had gone through why couldn't he stop hitting Tharn. In fact, he hit Tharn when San kissed him when in actuality he should have been defending his boyfriend's honor, San had forcibly kissed Tharn, instead he did THAT!
Why did he always attack Tharn?

His girlfriends and their parents always complimented him for being a gentleman. Frankly, he had been dumped twice for being 'too caring' first in ninth grade by Spring that too in the middle of the amusement park because he embarrassed her when he made a huge fuss after she had tripped over a curb and grazed her knee.
Then again in eleventh grade Cake dumped him bcoz he wouldn't spar with her to improve her self defense skills as he was scared he would hurt her.

So what had changed, he definitely liked Tharn more than he ever liked any of the previous people he was involved with. In fact the feelings he had for all his exes' when combined came up to about a quarter of what he felt for Tharn.

He glanced at the clock again it was 7:45 pm now.
"God! What the fuck is wrong with me?!" He yelled at the ceiling.
"I ask myself that everyday." Came a response in Tharn's toneless voice making Type jump.

"You're Home!" Type cheered a wide happy grin blossoming on his face as he jumped to his feet and sprung towards Tharn to hug him. But he stopped in his tracks when he saw his boyfriend back away out of his reach.
"Tharn what's wrong?" he queries alarmed by Tharn's retreat at his approach.
"A lot of things Type. A hell of a lot of things are so very wrong, that I have absolutely no idea from where to begin."
"Are you angry with me?." Type enquired carefully.
"A little yes, but mostly at myself."
"Is it about what happened on Wednesday night?." he couldn't help but sadly query.
"In part, but that's just ... "
"The straw that broke the camel's back," Type completed his throat choking up.
"What I ... the way I ... Just a simple apology will not suffice for what I have done to you." Type warbled out.

Arms crossed at his chest Tharn just stared back at him. Type couldn't help but squirm under his boyfriend's narrowed intense gaze.

He took in a shuddering breath, "I....I understand, i...if you ... " NO he wouldn't be the one to say it. Tharn hated that word.
"You understand What exactly?!" Tharn demanded in a soft growl.
"That I am a dick, a horrible person and the worst kind of boyfriend."
"And when exactly did you have this particular epiphany?" Tharn snidely asked.
"This afternoon at football practice."
"Uh huh! I see. Anything else?" his boyfriend questioned sharply.
"Frankly I have been the most un- boyfriend like to you. I have done nothing but torment you verbally, mentally and physically. Things you do to an enemy not to a friend and least of all to someone I love, and desperately need for my sanity to remain intact. I realize now I definitely don't deserve you. San was right. I am not good enough." He finished in a hoarse whisper.

Type's chest felt tight. He felt light headed and dizzy. Looking at a sternly staring Tharn He desperately begged him "Can I get a hug Tharn.? Please! I missed you so much." He pathetically whimpered.

"No. I don't trust you enough to let you touch me." Was Tharn's flat reply
"Then... then I ...I ...I won't touch you...I... I ... I'll keep my hands to myself. Just ... just sit down on the b ..., c... couch. Yes you sit on the couch and ... and ... and.... and let me lay my head in your lap. Please Tharn Please please please." he wretchedly cried.

Tharn nodded, walked over to their couch, sat down and leant back into the plush back. Type following him like a puppy sat down beside him. Turning his back to Tharn he lay down on the couch placing his head on Tharn's left thigh . He wiggled around and turned over so he was facing Tharn's stomach and the back of the couch. He curled into a fetal position tucking his hands between his thighs so that he wouldn't give into the temptation to touch Tharn.
Closing his eyes he tucked his face into Tharn's stomach and just let himself sink into the scent that was Tharn. If ten minutes later Tharn pushed him off he didn't care. Coz until then he had Tharn. He would take a win where he could get one.
He realized he was taking advantage of Tharn's kindness.
He was being emotionally manipulative ... a pivotal weapon which held pride of place in an abuser's arsenal.

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING?!

"Oh God!" He yelped jumping up and running to the bathroom to lock himself away.