|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 11, 2011 6:31:36 GMT -5
Dallon sat quietly waiting for William to return. He flipped through the channels on his plasma. There was some awful movie on that he had taken William to. The two had been thrown out for causing a ruckus. Dallon chuckled. "I want to go back to," he muttered.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 11, 2011 7:11:55 GMT -5
William new he was lying. There was no back, there was only before. He knew it the moment Dallon first said, "I guess I'm all you have left". That little chuckle that tore the truth open. William had been left standing in the middle of an empty space, reaching for people that had long left abandoned him. His only company the controlling voice on the loudspeaker. As much as he said it, William couldn't believe for a second the words he mumbled each night, before he rolled over and waited, eyes wide open, hoping he wouldn't feel those rough hands on his hips, or the tickle of the other boys hair on the back of the neck that told him he would get no peace tonight. He said it all the same. "I love you, too, you know." And he turned. Prayed. Prayed to the God that had long since abandoned him in this house.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 11, 2011 10:37:23 GMT -5
Dallon quietly sat his anger surging at what was taking so long. He felt so insecure around William who was much more attractive than him, even with the bruises he left. He felt sick He hated what he'd become, but he knew in his gut there was no changing it. "Bill?" Dallon called through grinding teeth.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 12, 2011 2:30:39 GMT -5
William held back from a disappointed sigh. It wasn't even fear or anger anymore, he didn't care. He deserved it all. He was just disappointed that he couldn't avoid the intense anger any more than he could deny how passionately he enjoyed the moments of clarity he had with Dallon. Any more than he could deny that, in spite of it all, he loved him.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 12, 2011 6:01:16 GMT -5
"Bill quit your day dreaming and get in here." Dallon sighed.sometimes he thought of William as bit of an airhead. Despite all the punches and hate, he was madly jealous and in love with William. He just expressed it in all the wrong ways.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 12, 2011 6:36:29 GMT -5
William set the tray down on the bed, beside Dallon. Rather than climb in beside him, he stayed on the edge of the bed, prepared for any more orders that may be barked at him. He bit his lip, still split from days before, and hoped for the best. Hoped he might be invisible on his perch.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 12, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -5
"Sit, it makes me feel weird when you just stand there," Dallon took a bite of food and smiled. The fastest way to calm Dallon down was food or sex. Usually. "Let's talk like we used to. Remember?" Dallon sighed.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 13, 2011 2:28:35 GMT -5
William perched himself delicately at Dallon's side, trying to find words. "I haven't beenout for a few weeks. There's not much left for me to say."
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 13, 2011 3:20:42 GMT -5
"Do you want to go out?" Dallon asked concerned. He took his last bite and smiled sheeplishy. He was beginning to feel guilt again.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 13, 2011 3:26:53 GMT -5
"It's too much effort," William replied, thinking of the makeup he'd have to apply, the baggy clothes he'd have to dig out. It was all just too hard. His nails were digging into the mattress as he remembered the outside world, what he'd lost. He tried to remember the last time he'd seen a worried glance for a friend- it was so long ago. He'd been fresh out of high school, at best.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 13, 2011 3:35:34 GMT -5
Dallon rubbed William's hand, "What do you want babe, you seen so distant. "
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 13, 2011 3:42:35 GMT -5
I want a break, Dallon. A day or two for the bruises to heal. A week or two to sleep. I want you to make up your mind about our relationship, William couldn't say it aloud. I want you to get it over and done with. "I just want us to be... us again."
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 13, 2011 10:34:30 GMT -5
"When did we stop being us?" Dallon asked allowed. "I love you I really do, I'm just sick or something..." He whispered shaking his head and putting it in his hands. He was fighting tears. "Can you even still love me? Answer me honestly..." he begged ashamed.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 13, 2011 19:07:42 GMT -5
He'd never recognized the problem before. William tried his hardest not to look shocked. Without a word, he walked around the bed, lay down and closed his eyes. For the first time, he turned his back without saying I love you.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 13, 2011 22:51:58 GMT -5
Dallon thought long and hard about whether or not to beat William. After much debate he swiftly hit William in tge stomach. Tge hit was weak compared to his other ones, this hit was sad. Dallon left the room and went to the couch, not wanting to hurt either of them further.
|
|