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

CHAPTER 5

Tharn watched his boyfriend bolt to the bathroom after a sudden exclamation.
He smiled.
So, his boyfriend really did possess enough self awareness to realize what he had been doing to Tharn.
So all his plans for cruel and unusual punishment to get Type to realize his shortcomings were made in vain after all. Grabbing up a throw pillow from the couch he hugged it tight, biting into it to stem his squeal of delight.
Type had confessed his feelings! Though the way he had been rambling Tharn was sure it was an unconscious slip on his boyfriend's part. The more agitated Type was, the more truths he spilt. It was just part of the oblivious boy's charms.
But why did Type seem so devastated, he wondered. 
The thought made Tharn frown and he began going over the interaction that they just had with each other.
When he had exited his home studio to come get a drink of water he has seen Type sitting on the floor back to the inside of the closet door looking up at the ceiling with Tharn's favorite tee shirt in his hand.
When he realized Tharn was in the apartment he had discarded the tee shirt on floor of the closet as he had hopped to his feet to come greet Tharn like an excited puppy. Then proceeded to look like a kicked puppy when Tharn had backed away from his touch.

He didn't just look sad, as he had the many times he had apologized before; this time he looked downright guilty as if he had done something truly monstrous and criminal.

Did his not replying to Type for 4 days really affect his boyfriend at such a deep level?
*Well, huh! What do you know? He finally understood my worth. Sometimes tough love is what actually works.*

Tharn waited, then waited some more finally after another 15 minutes of complete silence. He knocked on the bathroom door. There was no reply but he did hear something akin to a pathetic whimper. He tried the handle it was locked.
"Ai'Type open the door" he called out knocking thrice.
Silence.
"Ai'Type open this door" he called out again a little louder knocking again a couple of times.
Silence.
"Type open this door! Right this second." He growled as he pounded on the door twice.
He heard the snick as Type turned the lock and opened it, Type's face was tear streaked, eyes swollen, nose bright red and running.

"You were hiding and crying bcoz..." Tharn  demanded.

"Champ s...sent me this article." Type hiccuped "H...h...he said after what I've put you through I should be in jail." Type wailed.
"What article?"
Wiping his eyes on his sleeve Type pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and handed it over, the article open on screen. Crossing his arms over his chest Type hugged himself and lowering his head gave into another bout of soft sobs.

Tharn curiously skimmed through it. His eyebrows shooting up as he read the contents.

"I need professional help" Type spoke in a choked whisper "otherwise I will only get worse and hurt you more."

"Yes, you do need help." Tharn seriously confirmed

"Please let me stay here." Type pleaded.

"Where else will you go otherwise" Tharn asked bemused by Type's odd request. Glaring at his boyfriend's lowered head.

"I have nowhere to go and I don't have enough money to move out either." Type sniffled and informed him.

"Who's asking you to leave?" the drummer questioned in bafflement.
"I should leave and leave you in peace." Type cried.
"Why? Pray tell me." Tharn growled at him slowly losing his rein on his temper. 

Type raised his head his eyes wide and fearful.
"I don't want to hurt you again. I always hit you and you can't even defend yourself." Type replied his voice firm.

"Is that what you think?" Tharn scoffed rolling his eyes.

"Hey I have been playing sports for years I am built. I know you don't bruise easily but I know you are in pain. Pain that I caused you" Type ranted hysterically!