Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
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Post by Harrison on Mar 4, 2019 0:00:48 GMT 10
Jaxon was painfully similar to someone past it hurt. I put my foot down, murmuring apology after pointless apology as I got to my knees and slowly crawled over to him. “Hey, shh, I’m sorry.... I didn’t mean it Jaxy... I didn’t I swear, I take it back. Yah are fine, your fine, it’s okay,” I shushed, grabbing at him arm and pulling him to me so I pull his arms away from his face, “Jaxon, Jax... hey? Let me see, I’ll fix yah up and you will be as good as new.” I ended up picking him up, unsure what to do with the panicked mess of limbs, so I sat with him held in my arms, confused and concerned about the consequences of my actions. A pang of regret flooded me as I understood I didn’t really want to hurt him. “Jaxon?” I asked quietly, rubbing his arm, “I won’t do it again, I swear...”
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 4, 2019 0:05:15 GMT 10
Jaxon was still trembling, and had even started twitching in his attempts to still and calm himself. "Don't yell... " He whimpered softly, "Don't yell at me... " He hugged himself and wriggled himself out of his arms to stand. "Just leave... Me alone... " he whispered breathlessly, his heart beating as he backed away, his blood dripping down the side of his face and his neck now. He turned away from him, heading back to Eric's room since he didn't know where 'his' was. He got in and locked the door after himself. He remembered locking himself away and hiding under his bedsheets as a kid, and so that was all he wanted to do.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 4, 2019 8:42:49 GMT 10
God, ma was right, I really was like my Pa. I snatched the first aid kit out and began to rifle through it before I realised what I was looking for, my hands shaking as I dug through all the empty, pocketed needles. There was none. Not here at least. I turned my focus on Jaxon instead. Picking out gauzes and antiseptic wipes, quickly deciding that he wouldn’t need stitches but would need bits of mug picked out of his skin. I put it all into a bowl, half tempted to break in and help, all the while mentally cursing myself for how much of a dickhead I was. I washed up, cleaned up the floor, and made him a bowl of ice cream, all to distract me and give him some space.
“Jaxon?” I said through the door, knocking lightly, “Let me in aye? Yah need to treat yah sores... I have ice cream?” I leaned my forehead on the door, hitting the door frame with the two bowls held in my hands.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 4, 2019 8:47:10 GMT 10
Jaxon by that point had calmed down enough that when Eric opened the door, he actually opened it. He grabbed the bowl of ice cream and refuses to meet Eric's eyes, "I put blood on your bed... Sorry..." He sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed the spoon in to the dessert happily, raising it to his lips to lick off rather than just put in his mouth.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 4, 2019 9:31:01 GMT 10
I slowly made my way over to him, sitting next to him before gently pushing back his hair to examine what I did. I didn’t normally feel this bad when I beat someone up. Then again, people didn’t usually curl up in a ball and cry. I began to slowly clean his face up with a wipe and shaky hands, gingerly patting the cuts and slowly developing bruise. “My Dad used to do that to me,” I said truthfully, trying to fill the silence, “He used to grab whatever was closest and throw it at us- me, Ma would do the same depending on her mood. I used to hide on the roof so he couldn’t get me... I shouldn’t of done that Jax, that wasn’t okay.”
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 4, 2019 9:36:04 GMT 10
Me too. My dad too. Jaxon closed his eyes as he revelled in the proximity. He had an uneasy feeling of fear in his stomach at the same time as enjoying the man being close, now. "My mum would watch... Do nothing." He whispered softly. He held the cold bowl of icecream, not even flinching from the antiseptic he was so used to it.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 4, 2019 14:58:24 GMT 10
Me fingers buried into his hair, letting out a low whistle, “Ma wouldn’t help either, I think that was more ‘cause she agreed with him. He couldn’t tell us apart, funny since he always managed to hit him instead... Yah know how weird it is to be in this house alone?” I fell silent with concentration, gently placing a band-aid to the most affected area, then continuing to wipe up the blood that had trailed down his neck. My free hand had slid down to hold his hip, resting there for a moment before slipping under his shirt to feel his skin.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 4, 2019 15:07:58 GMT 10
Jaxon leaned in to him, the bowl in his lap as he closed his eyes, "Why did you want me here?" He whispered it softly, "And why did you get so mad at me?" He had put the bowl down to lean in against eric's chest but now he sat up and started to finish off the dessert.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 4, 2019 22:07:42 GMT 10
“Pass.” I grinned at him, hiding the dark shadow of emotion that Jaxon seemed to alway bring to life. I did what came naturally and completely ignored the questions. I grabbed one of his arms, flipping it over to run my thumb over the damage. My expression more insterested than concerned. “Jaxon,” I snarled, lips curling back in disgust as I leaned in so my nose was buried in his hair, “Yah piss me off more than words can express, how can such a broken boy fail at killing himself so many fucking time? Hmm?” I nipped his ear, hard enough to make him bleed just because I wanted to see him squirm. This whole him being comfortable with me wasn’t okay anymore. I wanted him angry. Annoyed. Hating me. I knew I shouldn’t of fucked him.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 29, 2019 22:07:47 GMT 10
Jaxon shivered instead when Eric bit at his ear, gasping in pain and closing his eyes tightly. He pulled himself away from him, "Shut up, Eric. " he muttered, "Don't talk to me like that. " He rubbed at the bandages on his wrists, hating that he wasn't covered up at all.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 29, 2019 22:39:36 GMT 10
“Shut up Jaxon,” I mocked back, shoving him away harshly and sending the bowl clattering to the floor, “Pathetic, I bet when you cut yourself yah get hard. I bet every fucking knifewound makes yah wanna jerk off, oh I can just imagine ah doing that. Fucking disgusting. Yah are disgusting.” I got up, snatching up the medical kit. I needed him to not be comfortable with me, I needed him to hate me because I didn’t know what I would do if he started liking me. That pure idea made my skin crawl. He has to fear me. Jaxon has to be a weak bastard. I leaned down to him so out faces where an inch apart, my lips parted like a knife slash and eyes glinting with pissy arrogance. “Filth is what yah are, getting off on dying,” my free hand grabbed his crotch, “I hate every fucking inch of yah, don’t mistake any of this for what it isn’t, Kay?” I snarled, squeezing hard. He has to be terrified or I won’t cope having him around for the next week.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 29, 2019 22:42:43 GMT 10
Jaxon gripped at Eric's wrist, his eyes closing tightly so he didn't have to look at him in the eyes. His toes curled as he drew his legs up, pushing his feet against the man as his other hand gripped the sheets near his own head, "Get away from me, Eric! " he hissed, shocked by his change, "Just leave me alone if you're going to be like this!" His face was bright red, flooded with embarrassment and anger at the accusations being thrown at him.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 29, 2019 23:15:36 GMT 10
Come on, hate me. “Oh shit,” I grinned wickedly, “it does, doesn’t it, bet if I knifed yah right now yah would moan my name.” My hand went from his crouch, shaking off his weak limb, to grab his face, “ Fuck that’s foul. Man, I could fucking puke if I had a gag reflex.” But I was still grinning at his embarrassment, flicking him in the forehead before jerking away and heading out to the kitchcen. My mind whirled on how much of a kinky bastard broken boy ended up being, realising that I could shame him into hating me, maybe expose him at school to really take the edge off his foundness towards my touches. I cleaned up the kitchen just quick enough to finish before my mother came home, her huffy breaths and thudding of worn shoes the soundtrack to her entrance. “Ricky,” she smiled tiredly at me as she dropped her bag on the bench, eyes flicking over my appreancr as if checking for something, “how was yah day?” “I’m clean if that’s what you’re asking.” I grunted back. I knew that look. Her visits to me in juvy were filled with the same look and wonder, if I had gotten a hit that day or if I had kept my promise. I walked around the bench to gave her, towering over her in a way that made her visually squirm, I think she thought I looked too much like my father. While we both got along, and love each other to whatever extent a junky and kinky by proxy could, it was still... bumpy when interacting. Hanna moved away ever so slightly as she unpacked her handbag, glancing up when she remembered we where talking. “Good... good... Your teacher called to let me know you’re skipping gym class... should I be concerned?” “Oh no, I was helping someone actually. He is staying over in fact, Jaxon, or Jax, for the week.” I watched her expression crumple momentarily before going on, “money from my last sell, I will make sure he ain’t a problem.” My fist dug into my pocket, pulling out an assorted bunch of twenties and fifties and passing them over, “so no, don’t be worried about my skipping gym, not like I was going to be the quarterback of the year anyway... Ma, how was your day?” Hanna told me about how they were cutting back hours at the bakery and that she was struggling, boring shit really, but I cared enough to listen. I believe an hour, maybe two, passed before I returned to Jaxon with a bottle of water in hands— I threw it at him. “Sup cuts and bruises, just wondering if you like Thai food?”
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 29, 2019 23:21:42 GMT 10
Jaxon watched him go, swallowing tiredly. Jax wasn't going to last the week. At least not if he had anything to say about it. He had fallen asleep somehow while Eric was gone, and woke up to a bottle hitting him. He yelped in shock and picked up the bottle, staring at the man in irritation. He opened it and drank from it, choosing to ignore what he said. For starters because he didn't address him properly and to end with, he wasn't planning on eating. He closed the water bottle, hugging it to his body so it wouldnt be thrown at him again and closed his eyes as he cuddled back in to the warm spot he had created for himself.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 29, 2019 23:35:28 GMT 10
Why was he so fucking infuriating?! Like just eat. “Ugh fuckface yah are a real piece of shit. I was just askin’ ‘cause, if yah decided that binging and throwing up was yah thing then I would rather yah did it on food yah liked...” I trailed off as my eyes fixed on something under my bed. There was a lot of things under my bed, most noticeably a needle that I hadn’t seen before until now. My heart jumped like a symphony would in the climax of a song, knees hitting the floor as I scrambled to check what it was. I wrapped my fingers around it, drawing it out to examine it. “Oh.” My voice hollow as I stared at the empty, used, needle, “wouldn’t be usable if it was full anyway... would be nuts if I just...” I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I tried to play it off. I couldn’t let it go though, I was itching to jam it into my arm just to get anything, anything, left. The thing with being born a junky, you don’t lose that, it fucks you up and then it fucks you up some more. My hands where shaking when I glanced up at Jaxon, grinning wildly, seemingly fine. “Such a shame.”
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