An English Rose Covered In Mud

by princepip

Pip Is alone, until he meets Damien, and for a few brief months it seems that the two are going to be together forever. But when Pip is betrayed, will he be able to forgive Damien?

1. Prolougue

Prologue~ An English Rose Covered in Mud.

The ran feel coldly onto Pip's heated flesh. His blue eyes filled with sad angry tears. Around him the hideous laughing faces of his classmates. His eyes fell on Damien, the dark haired exchange student he had considered his best, and only friend.

"DAMIEN!" He cried out. "WHY ARE YOU LETTING THIS HAPPEN?" Pip sobbed

Damien cast down his eyes. Unable to watch the torment of the blond, sobbing from the puddle. He felt someone clap him on his back. As if what he had done was a noble deed. Many couldn't believe what they where seeing.

Pip was sitting in a large mud puddle in nothing but his underwear, his blond hair plastered to his head. His pale skin was streaked with mud. His eyes a vivid red. Every time Pip tried to stand he was pushed but one of the students that surrounded him. Several times it had been Damien's hand which had knocked him back. So Pip had given up. He pulled his bare knees to his chest and sobbed as the penetrating gaze of the crowd fell upon him.

Most grew bored and left. Others stayed, intent on harassing him even more. Soon his body was speckled with blood and bruises, along with the mud that covered him. Soon there was no one else, Just Pip and a solitary black cloaked figure.

After what felt like an eternity, Pip slowly climbed to his feet, shaking from the cold and the fear and the embarrassment. Pip whipped the hair from his eyes, not looking in Damien's direction. He began walking toward his house, trying not to show anymore emotion, anymore weakness then he already had. His bare feet slapped against the wet concrete.

Once he got to the corner of his street he did an odd thing. He turned, heading to what had been one of his favorite places, their special place. He turned into a small field, though a long stretch of trees until he made it to a small clearing. He walked to a large tree and let his body give way.

Pip closed his eyes.

"Just let me die."

Tears overwhelmed him a second time. His body convulsed over the wet grass.

He'd been a fool. How could he have thought that someone would actually love him? He looked up at the dark cloud filled sky. The moment of his betrayal had been one of the sweetest of his life, Now he lay empty, forsaken broken. With nothing but the memory of love. And the tinge of Bile in his throat.