A/N:Hello! I wanted to do a Sladin fic for a while now, and this song gave me the chance to. If you want look up Skylar Grey-Love the way you lie, it's much sadder. Anyway please comment, and hopefully I can get 2nd chapter up if ya'll like it XD
A figure opens the door, and drags his feet across the dirtied white tile floor. He kicks the door closed before heading off to his bedroom. The figure flicks on the light of his room, and looks at himself in the mirror hanging on the pale wall. His normally vibrant blue eyes were dull, and tired. Various bruises covered his neck, while one covered his cheek. He sighed and walked over to his bed, removing his shirt in the process. On his chest more bruises and scars cover his small chest and arms. He got into another fight with him, over something so stupid. The young man chuckled dryly to himself. Their fights always seem to start like that, one innocent comment or snide remark sets one of them off, and a battle ensues, it was a good thing he had the money to spare to help pay for hospital visits or replacing items.
He sits on the bed, and groans. He rubbed his hand up and down his swollen cheek. That was going to be a very dark bruise, he sighed again when the phone in his pocket started to ring. He took it out of his pocket, and answered the phone. "Are you going to apologize?" The voice asked. The young man gritted his teeth. "Like hell. It was your fault, you started it!" He exclaimed standing up. "I see. Well Richard, I expect your key to be at my door or I'm coming to get it." The voice replied not in the least bit phased by what the young man's outburst. "Come and fucking get it." He hissed before hanging up the phone. Richard growled before leaning his arm back, and throwing the phone at the wall. The poor item shattered on impact and crumbled on to the floor. Groaning, Richard sat back down, and dragged his hands across his face, being careful about his cheek. Hegave him a nasty punch to the face, but Richard returned the favor with one of his one nasty blows. The young man, too tired to get up, leaves the light on and crawls under the blanket, falling asleep with in minutes.
The next morning Richard wakes up to something cold. Ice cold at that, he sits up and looks over at his pillow. An ice pack, confused he looks around. He doesn't remember getting one. Then he notices on his nightstand, two pills and a cup of water with a note. Richard slowly reaches for the pills and the cup only stopping to read the note.
Be at my place by nine.
-Slade
Richard figures that he wants to take him out again, even though just the night before they could barely get out the door; correction, they never made it out the door. Richard takes the pills, and chases them down with the water. Still, he'll go. He can't help himself.