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Post by William Beckett on May 14, 2011 2:40:08 GMT -5
William didn't take a breath until the door clicked shut. The moment it did, he forced himself out of the bed and brought out from under the mattress a stack of paper, writing letters to friends that had long since forgotten him, to the boy whose hand he prayed to hold again, and to his family that no longer cared. Letters no one would ever read. He added them to the pile.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 14, 2011 7:43:19 GMT -5
Dallon couldn't sleep out on the couch. He was cold and lonely. All he wanted was William. That's all he ever wanted. He was terrified he could never have him, which is why this mess started. His own fears and insecurities had projected themselves onto Bill. It was only his fault.
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Post by William Beckett on May 14, 2011 8:44:17 GMT -5
In spite of the fear in the pit of his stomach, William was cold and shaking when he was in bed alone. He was lonely. It was one of a thousand reminders that Dallon was all he had, the only person that loved him enough to hold him every night, yet the only person that was capable of destroying him. William sighed as he stepped out the bedroom door, disappointed and disgusted in himself for going after his torturer.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 14, 2011 9:32:47 GMT -5
"Bill?" Dallon asked cautiously. Seeing it was him made Dallon's heart leap. He held open his arms pleased to see William again.
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Post by William Beckett on May 15, 2011 2:07:33 GMT -5
"I got lonely," William muttered, nearly choking on his own words. He stepped into the embrace and contemplated clawing his own eyes out then and there.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 15, 2011 6:57:45 GMT -5
"I did too. I can't do anything without you it seems." Dallon pulled William's face up for a kiss. "I want to get better for you Bill," he whispered into the kiss.
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Post by William Beckett on May 15, 2011 8:00:57 GMT -5
William made out as if he hadn't even heard. He'd gotten his hopes up before. The next slap had hurt that much more for it. Hejust closed his eyes and kissed back, trying to make his responses seem natural and tender, not fearful.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 15, 2011 11:02:02 GMT -5
"baby, I love you." Dallon breathed into his kiss. He did love William, he did want to change, but something about William brought out the worst in himself. He wanted to lock it in a cage, but he had lost the key so long ago. He was sick of himself. He hated everything about him more than he did before they'd met. He'd stopped writing songs, which maybe made him the saddest.
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Post by William Beckett on May 15, 2011 18:30:44 GMT -5
William gripped into his own wrists, nails sinking into the skin. He'd rather punches than pity. The words, the unspoken apology, it was all hurting so much more than the bruises and broken skin and bone ever had.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 15, 2011 19:26:24 GMT -5
"Stop it." Dallon said slapping William's hands down. "I'm trying to fucking make up with you and you're hurting yourself!?! Is nothing I do good enough for you!??" Dallon began to raise his voice. 'WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME' he screeched in his head to afraid to utter it out loud.
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Post by William Beckett on May 16, 2011 1:24:52 GMT -5
William did the stupidest thing he possibly could have at that moment. What he'd never done before. He turned and ran for the front door; the door that was always locked.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 16, 2011 3:53:59 GMT -5
Dallon didn't let William get far before pulling on his long hair and bringing him back. "WHATS GOTTEN INTO YOU!?!" he hollered "Don't you care!?!" he yelled.
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Post by William Beckett on May 16, 2011 4:20:34 GMT -5
There was no response but for the quickening breath. William didn't cry, he didn't squeal. He didn't speak, didn't struggle. He just let Dallon do as he pleased.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 16, 2011 10:45:53 GMT -5
"Answer me damn it!" He cried dropping William onto his knees. "Shit..." He hissed burying his face into his hands. So much for change.
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Post by William Beckett on May 16, 2011 16:43:32 GMT -5
"I'd rather this then your bullshit," William hissed. "I'm going back to bed."
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