just kids
our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
- Horses, Patti Smith
You're trying to crawl into the space behind your aching eyelids, hoping he won't notice how the left corners of your lips are bleeding a little too much and the bruises along your jaw line are too blue-purple underneath all these fluorescent bar lights and the strangulation marks are peaking out from the collar of your jacket.
Because if he does, if he ever finds out who did this—that it's your own goddamned flesh and blood, not some random bastard on the street—you're fucked over Sunday. He'll kill him, you know he will.
You just don't know when.
Author's note-
Everything belongs to their rightful owners. I'm sorry this is such a useless drabble—I haven't had the time to write anything half-decent lately; I'm just throwing out scraps to the wind and seeing if anyone catches the words in their butterfly nets.