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Post by William Beckett on Sept 26, 2011 9:15:15 GMT -5
"I'm breathing. I'm functioning. And I'm yours, okay? That simple."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 26, 2011 9:23:36 GMT -5
"You're whimpering, you're shivering, you're my wreck," Dallon sighed. "How could this be the life you ever wanted for yourself?"
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Post by William Beckett on Sept 26, 2011 9:35:35 GMT -5
It wasn't.
"I wanted you." I wanted you more than I wanted to be alone. To be the outcast at school when people started looking at me strangely for my black eye- and I just screamed at them. I wanted you more than I wanted to sleep in the streets. More than I wanted to be totally alone. "I fell for you, hard." And I bit back my comments, bit back the urge to say, I fell for your lies.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 26, 2011 9:46:25 GMT -5
Dallon stared calmly at William for a long time. "I'm just petrified I'll get worse..." He whispered slightly. "What if I mame you? Kill you? What if I just get worse?" Dallon gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I don't want to break my baby anymore."
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Post by William Beckett on Sept 26, 2011 9:49:32 GMT -5
William didn't quite manage to keep that murmur of 'three years' passing through his lips. It was inaudible, but with Dallon's lips grazing his, it wouldn't have gone unnoticed. He tried to pretend it didn't happen, and pressed himself into Dallon instead.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 26, 2011 9:59:49 GMT -5
Dallon choose to ignore the reminder. After so long with someone, you can't live without them. It was like a sick cousin of Stockholm Syndrome. They were stuck this way and had two options. Either get better for each other or self-destruct completely once and for all. "I love you Billy," Dallon cooed. "I truly do."
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Post by William Beckett on Nov 21, 2011 6:41:00 GMT -5
"We're okay," William assured, decidely skipping over a response. "We'll be okay."
It's funny, how you can be so dependent on your abuser. So dependent you're scared to lose the abuse. What was he to Dallon if not a punching bag?
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Nov 21, 2011 10:18:01 GMT -5
Dallon made a tssking noise. "We are not fine. You can't even say you love me."
Dallon stared at him for the longest time as pitifully as possible. William was perfect, even with the bruises. Sitting next to him made Dallon feel inadequate.
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Post by William Beckett on Nov 21, 2011 22:16:05 GMT -5
"I do, I promise," William kissed his cheek. "You're perfect."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Nov 22, 2011 8:25:40 GMT -5
Dallon smiled to himself before kissing at William's neck.
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