This story has mature content. Read the title and you'll know what it is about. So please, if you are underage or if you think it might trigger you, don't read it. Please.
That said, I don't know where it came from, but I liked writing it, even if it doesn't make much sense.
Enjoy
Michael was playing videogames when his phone rang. He had been sitting in the same spot on his couch, undisturbed, for hours and when the phone rang it startled himAs a huge "YOU LOST" appeared on the scree, he threw the controller on the spot next to him and turned to the consolle next to the couch, where his phone was.
He picked up with a disappointed voice, "Hey Cal, I just lost. Again. So-"
"Mike, can you come over?" Calum asked in a broken voice. There was a hiss after that and Michael imagined Calum sucking in his breath and then holding it, trying to stop himself from crying.
It wasn't the first time he got a call like that, it had happened a lot since Calum started dating this guy.
Calum and Aiden were happy together, they were the perfect couple and Michael was happy for them. It was just that sometimes Aiden was rough. Michael still remembered how he laughed the first time Calum told him he got a black eye while having sex. The second time, when Calum came over with a brace on his wrist, Michael thought that maybe Aiden was abusing him. Thing was, Aiden was far from abusing Calum, he loved him. But he loved hurting him during sex more than how much he loved the boy himself.
Shrugging the thoughts away, Michael got up. He looked for his shoes and slipped them on, not bothering to change his clothes, even if there was some sauce on his shirt. "I'm on my way. What happened this time, Calum?" he asked, trying to get as many informations as he could.
He got none. Not that he was surprised .
Thankfully his house was barely ten minutes away from Calum's, so he got there quickly. He parked his car on the edge of the road, rushing to the door and knocking.
"It's open," Calum's raspy voice said and Michael got inside, awkwardly staring at his best friend.
Calum was sitting on the couch, his legs spread, his hands on his knees. Something wasn't right, but Michael couldn't tell what it was. He sat next to him, frowning as he saw Calum flinch in distress.
There was a bruise on Calum's cheek, it was deep purple, almost greenish and it surely wasn't new. Neither was the scab on his lip, since it was already half healed.
"Calum-"
"I think I'm bleeding," Calum said, swallowing his spit.
Michael frowned at first, but from the blush on Calum's cheeks and the way he kept staring at the floor, he could get what he meant.
"Oh. You mean... Oh! Do you, I mean, do you want me to check?" he asked awkwardly, scratching his arm uneasily. They were best friends, sure, but they weren't that close.
Thankfully Calum shook his head. "It hurts. I- I think it's bad." he mumbled, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. "I am sorry I called you, but I can't drive."
"You want to go to the hospital?" Michael asked widening his eyes. He still didn't understand it all. "How bad do you think it is?"
Calum bit his lip, absently bothering the scab, trying to peel it away with his teeth. "There is a towel, uhm, down there. I think it's, yeah, I think I'm bleeding a lot."
"What the hell , Calum! How did it happen?" Michael asked. He couldn't even imagine how painful it had to be, still Calum was sitting there, not even mentioning the pain. The poor boy was just so embarrassed.
