Unknown Pain
SUMMARY: Shannon and Matt have been fighting lately because Matt thinks Shannon's cheating on him but when Matt goes too far Shannon turns to Jeff for help. When someone from Shannon's past walks back into his life who knows what could happen? Warnings: Slash, Rape, Self-harm.
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Chapter One:
"Hey," Jeff greeted as Shannon walked into his locker room.
"Hey Jeff," Shannon replied, looking down he tried not to sound upset, but couldn't help it. He could only hope that Jeff wouldn't notice but like always Jeff did.
"What's wrong Shannon?" Jeff asked, getting up and walking over to him.
"Nothing," Shannon answered, his eyes still drawn toward the ground, afraid to look up at his best friend.
Jeff placed his fingers underneath Shannon's chin bringing his eyes up to meet his, his own widening when he saw the bruise on Shannon's face.
"What happened?" Jeff asked, looking at Shannon's face. He knew it wasn't from Shannon's match because he hadn't had one yet.
"Nothing happened," Shannon stated pulling away from Jeff he walked over to the bench on the other side of the room and sat down, staring at the floor.
Jeff knew Shannon was stubborn but he wanted to know what happened to his best friend. "Shannon, tell me what happened and don't say nothing because I know something's up," He told him, walking over and sitting down next to the young blonde.
Shannon tried to hold back tears as he spoke, "Me and Matt got into an argument," He said, tears slipping down his cheeks. He looked up at Jeff for a moment, seeing shock and realization cross his face.
"Did Matt hit you?!" Jeff exclaimed, his voice a mixture of shock and anger. He couldn't believe his brother would hurt let alone hit Shannon, his boyfriend, the man he loved, of all people.
Shannon and Matt had been dating for two years and it had been great until a month ago when they had begun getting into a lot of arguments and on Matt's part full out blow ups.
Shannon nodded, letting himself cry without holding back.
"Shannon I'm sure he didn't mean to…" Jeff got out before Shannon cut him off.
"Yes he did!" Shannon screamed before getting up and grabbing his bag he headed into the bathroom before Jeff could stop him.
Jeff knocked on the door, "Shannon, I'm sure Matt didn't mean it…come on Shannon please open the door?" He asked.
"No Jeff go away, I wanna be alone right now," Shannon sobbed out, really needing time to himself.
With that answer Jeff walked away, deciding to go pay his brother a visit.
Shannon's P.O.V
Here I am sitting on the bathroom floor, crying to myself. It's like I just got hit by a truck. I don't know why Matt was so mad. He has been moody lately and we have been getting into a lot of arguments. But it scared me when he hit me. He was never one to get violent and had never hit me before.
But that's not the part that scared me, it was his eyes. His eyes said everything, the look in them was one of shock, hate and pleasure, and as soon as I saw that look I ran. I ran out of his locker room and into Jeff's even though they're brothers. Jeff has always had my back, since we were kids.
And now I'm in the bathroom and I know Jeff went to talk to Matt, I heard him leave. I stop crying enough to stand up and look in the mirror. My face is all red and I have tear stains on my cheeks, along with a bruise on the left side of my face.
I stared at the bruise and my thoughts took over, 'He liked it, he liked hurting you. You saw in his eyes he enjoyed it, the pleasure in his eyes, the hate. He hates you; you know he wanted to do that for a long time. You it, you saw it in those big brown eyes.'
I believed my own thoughts, breaking down and falling to the floor. "I thought he loved me!" I yelled to myself. A few minutes pass before I stand up and look in the mirror again; getting an urge I haven't had in years. I find myself leaving the bathroom and walking over to Jeff's bag, opening the first pocket and grabbing his pocket knife.
I return to the bathroom and lock the door behind me, putting the knife by the sink I strip off my long sleeve shirt. I look at the faded, almost invisible scars. Jeff is the only person who knows I used to cut myself, and I haven't cut myself since he found out and gave me a talk about killing myself than me and Matt got together.
I only cut myself because I was sick of being alone and sick of the way people treated me, and here I am. I look at my arm and then look in the mirror, holding the knife in my right hand and raising my left wrist. I slightly and slowly slide it across my skin, it hurts but at the same time it feels so damn good. It's not deep enough to do any damage but I love watching the blood run down my arm.
I remember that Jeff should be back any time soon so I quickly switch hands with the knife and draw it across my right arm but a little deeper this time. It feels so good I keep wondering why I quit in the first place. After my wrists are bleeding I take the wrestling tape from my bag and wrap them quickly. I have a match tonight so no one will be suspicious or anything. Once that is done I grab my bag and pull out a t-shirt tugging it on, washing Jeff's pocket knife soon after.
Picking up my bag I leave the bathroom and return Jeff's knife before continuing to get ready for my match against the Miz. I stand up to leave the room knowing my time is growing short and I don't want to be late. As I'm opening the door I come face to face with…
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