Two broken souls (Lams)

Trois

Alex's POV:

"Alex please I don't want you to get hurt." John starts begging almost for me to go home. I start to say something when I look up I see Henry standing behind John starting to reach for John's wrist.

No one's POV:

John becomes parilized with fear as he feels Henry's fingers wrap around his wrist. John slowly broke eye contact with Alex then looked into his father's dead cold eyes. The fingers around John's wrist tighten as Henry begins to pull John backwards. John looks at Alex one more time before walking away with his father. Alex wants to help but the look on John's face tells him he shouldn't. John gets in the car with the rest of his family. Alex starts running back to Hercules place.

~At the Lauren's house~

The pull up to their house. Henry whispers something to Eleanor that sends chills down John's spine. He could hear what he said but could only guess. Henry looks at John motioning for him to follow, John puts his chin up refusing to give his father the satisfaction. John followed him with pride knowing that what he did was right. John knew what was about to happen as Henry took his belt off and stopped. John glared at him as Henry walked behind John. John closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

(this hurts my soul to much so skip over to Alex)

Alex sits on the couch next to Lafayette biting his nails and glancing at the door every second waiting for John to walk through or hoping for John to. He hadn't told Hercules or Lafayette, not wanting to say anything without John wanting him to. The feeling ate him inside just knowing that John could be hurt and there's nothing Alex could do. He could call the cops but are they really going to believe a child calling saying that this man he barely knew might be hurt. He could try to find him but Alex has no idea where he lives and if he finds John what is he going to do? Hercules noticed how nervous Alex looked, "What's going on?" Hercules stared at Alex considered but Alex stood up "Nothing, I'm just going to my room." Alex walked up stairs. Hercules sat back feeling defeated. Lafayette looked at his friend "If you're going to get them to open up you need to stop giving up." Hercules sighed once more before saying "I know." Hercules snuggles up Lafayette and turns on the TV. Hours went by.

John's POV:

I refuse to let my father enjoy my pain so as he stares me in the eyes during dinner, I stare right back at him with a fake smile holding back the tears. Breaking contact every now and then to talk to the rest of the family. After a few minutes I looked at my mother and said, "May I be excused?" She nods and continues to talk to James. I walked into my room, locked the door and threw myself on my bed. When I pull out my phone there are no new messages, just random notifications for games. I look at the time, 9 pm.

~The next day~

No ones POV:

Alex walks down stairs into the kitchen to make coffee when there's a knock at the door. He walks across the living room to the door and slowly opens the door to see John standing there. "Hey John." Alex stepped aside to let him in. John weakly smiled before walking in and upstairs. Alex goes back to making coffee. John goes into the bathroom and pulls off his top shirt to reveal a white undershirt caked in blood on his back. John hadn't dared to even try and take it off yesterday. He drew a lukewarm bath and slowly laid down in it. This caused the shirt to slowly release his skin. John sighed with relief as the shirt loosened. He slowly then stood up and got out carefully. The air attacked his skin causing it to sting. John tensed up. He lifted the shirt off, as it peeled a couple of scabs causing them to bleed but when John finally got it off it was a weight lifted in a way. He looked through the cabinet and drawers looking for bandages. No luck. "Shit." John picked up his top shirt which was covered in dry blood. He unlocked the door and looked down the hall. He didn't see anyone so he walked out and into what used to be an extra room but is now Alex's room. He rushed in and quickly locked the door. When he turned around he saw Alex sitting on his bed coffee in hand and computer on his lap. He looked at John horrified and confused. John was soaking wet, his back covered in blood, shirtless so you can only imagine what was going through Alex's head. John tightened his mouth to a thin line in embarrassment. "John?" Alex finally asks, setting down his coffee and laptop. He stood up still with a confused look. "Umm sorry.. This use to be Mulligan's clothing room.. So." John clutched the bloody shirt tighter. Alex raised an eyebrow "Looking for a shirt?" John nodded "Yeah this ones well..." Alex walked over to the dresser and pulled out a light purple hoodie then threw it at him "Here." John awkwardly smiled and pulled it over his head carefully putting it on. "Thanks."