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the start of the hurricane

hello! This is my first fic ever. Also English is not my first language so ignore spelling mistakes :)

This story contains domestic violence that comes from my own experience.

chapter 1.

Paul's POV:

Everything started out fine. Pete used to be so nice to me. Lately Pete has lashed out at me if i spent too much time with John.
Pete's and John's relationship wasn't that fine anymore. They hated each other and Pete wasn't happy that i was John's best friend. John tried to warn me about Pete since he used to be his mate back in the school days but now that they were in the same band they slowly started to hate each other. John simply thought that Pete was a bad drummer and Pete was scared that John would take me away from him. But why the hell was John warning me about him? Me and Pete lived in the same appartment and John was worried about me.

2 months later

The first time Pete hit me was when i went to see John without his permission while he was at work. Lately Pete has set rules for me so i know what i can and cannot do. I knew that Pete does this because he loves me. He's just a caring friend and this is what friends do, right?

John's POV:

Today we were at the recording studio and i was watching Paul. He was acting a bit weird and staring at Pete when he was asked a question, almost as if he needed Pete's approval. But the thing that caught my attention was when Paul was stretching and his shirt rised over his belly button. I could see nasty purple bruises all over his torso. He caught me staring and quickly pulled his shirt down. The rest of the session he was being very quiet. What the bloody hell was going on with Paul?
After the session i pulled Paul to the side and asked if he was doing okay. He looked over to Pete and i saw him staring possessively at Paul. Quickly Paul said that he was absolutely fine and went with Pete to their appartment.
The incident was bugging in John's mind for the rest of the night.

2 days later

Paul's POV:

This morning Pete picked me some clothes to wear since he thought my clothes were always too fancy for a recording session. When i started buttoning my white shirt, that's when Pete noticed and grabbed my wrist hard, for sure leaving bruises.
"What the fuck is on your nails"
Fuck i forgot. Last night when Pete was at work i decided to paint my nails green and black. Of course i was gonna take them off before Pete came home since i didn't have his permission to paint my nails.
"i-ii just painted them yesterday"
I decided to tell the truth.
"Who the fuck gave you the permission to do that?"
"N-no one, i'm so sorry"
I was scared, was he gonna hit me again?
"Take those off before we go to the studio, how embarassing would that be. You're a man Paul, you're not supposed to do that."
"R-right, of course".
Pete let go of my wrist and left the room. A few tears rolled down my cheeks. How did i not remember to take the nailpolish off.

What paul didn't know was that Pete was in love with Paul and he was gonna make sure that Paul was gonna be his. And that John mother fucker would leave Paul alone...