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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 16, 2011 17:26:04 GMT -5
"Bill wait we need to have a serious talk! You never told me you loved me!" Dallon marched after William into the bedroom.
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Post by William Beckett on May 17, 2011 1:38:09 GMT -5
William spun on his heels to face his torturer. "I love you, okay. I love the way you stare into my eyes, even if it's only after you hit me. I love the way your lips lightly brush my skin, even if it's just a silent apology for the bruises. I love the way you remember my favourite flowers, even if you only send them when I catch you with a stripper. Mostly, I love the way you love me. But I hate me, I hate every part of me because every part of you tells me I'm worth hating. So if you're going to lash out again, do it, but this time, just get it over and done with and fucking kill me already." With every sentence he stepped closer. With every word his voice grew that much louder. With very second he teared up more. With every moment he found the confidence he lost years ago.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 17, 2011 5:55:15 GMT -5
Dallon didn't get angry or furious. He stepped forward and kissed tge shell of the man he fell in love with.
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Post by William Beckett on May 17, 2011 6:01:56 GMT -5
Tears fell between them, but even so, William kissed back. He gripped the man that was tearing-had torn- his life to pieces and in that moment, William loved him more than anything he'd ever known.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 17, 2011 6:09:08 GMT -5
Dallon kissed back as hard as he could hoping it would keep him with him forever. Crying because he was afraid of loosing him, he held on tightly and stroked Bill's hair.
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Post by William Beckett on May 17, 2011 6:31:41 GMT -5
"Break me," William whispered. "Break me and ruin me like you've broken the rest of my life." He didn't know if Dallon heard a word. He didn't know if Dallon would understand what he was asking for. It wasn't the savaged beatings or the bruises he wanted. It wasn't even the words. Just someone to tell him it was okay. It's okay to be this fucked up, to be this broken and it was okay not to try to get better.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 17, 2011 15:54:51 GMT -5
"You are a fabulous kisser." Dallon commented before gently kissing William's neck. He mummbled a few more compliments before returning to his favorite lips.
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Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 2:28:51 GMT -5
William's hands glanced softly over Dallon's skin for a moment longer, before something clicked in him. And William pushed him away. "You can't fuck with me like this!" He screamed, backing into a wall.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 4:57:20 GMT -5
"How am I fucking with you?" Dallon yelled."I'm being nice what the fuck do you want from me?"
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Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 5:42:47 GMT -5
"You'll fucking turn around on me again!" William's hands were searching for grip on the blank, smooth wall behind him. Clinging desperately to something that wasn't there.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 5:50:49 GMT -5
Dallon held out his hand. "Please calm down," he said in a different voice.
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Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 8:21:45 GMT -5
William turned and ran. Burst into their bedroom. Scrambled through drawers. All the while, muttering one word under his breath. "No." It was official. He'd gone mad.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 13:38:05 GMT -5
"Bill!" Dallon called chasing after William. "What has gotten into you?" Dallon grabbed Bill and shook him gently.
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Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 18:01:04 GMT -5
The weight was a comfort in William's hand. He slid his hand over the cool metal. Slipped his finger into place. There was a click as the safety was snapped off. As Dallon shook him, William's hand came into full view, the glistening black metal of the gun catching Dallon's eye.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 18:06:31 GMT -5
Dallon immediately let go and steped back. "Bill," he whispered helplessly. He looked at him begging him with his eyes.
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