He shot up out of bed panting, things like that just happened, one to the other. One would take the other would give, that's how it works. That's what they were the alpha and the omega, taking from him everything yet nothing. It was the same song, sung, cried. He was used to it before why bother with it now. But he knew why it was him, the last person he expected to do this to him. Today was no different, he walked to the bathroom the door to his room opened he made no move to greet him, that was never expected. Standing at the door silent they didn't look at each other lies they knew it. He walked by, hands grabbed him pulling him into a kiss he does not want, touches he does not want In the end he will lose he isn't strong enough to fight it.

It was a song that was sung, cried for years,

I'm sorry

Pain that was their returned fiercer then ever

I hate you

Pain was joy in the form of tears, he like to watch him cry

I'm sorry

Hitting, biting, scratching is this what he was meant for

Whore

He can't feel anything, his heart died along time ago

I'm sorry

He cries harder maybe if he cries he can feel

Coward

Those words cut into him new wounds over old like scars to flesh, scars to his soul

I'm sorry

Are these lies to, he can't tell everything he's been told is a lie

You deserve this, like being used, how many have gotten a turn like this

He's dying won't someone save him, why have they abandon him

I'm sorry, I love you

It's quiet, nothing is said between them he curled on the bed facing the wall, him, he sitting on the bed staring at the floor nothing is said between them, they know it's lies. He gets up to leave, he to tired to stop him that's just the way things are.

His name is Kurt Wylde, but he just an empty shell, maybe one day someone will bring life back into him until then he is in his own hell. But he remembers one thing lying curled up on that bed. Out of all the lies that were said he knew who he meant these words to but that person would never hear them

I'm sorry, I love you