-:: She Talks to Angels ::-
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I do not own any of the characters in Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy. They are the property of Squeenix.
Warning!
This is Yaoi, also know as boy love. If you don't like it then I suggest you get your little butt out of here because this isn't the story for you. The main pairing is Roxas x Axel but there is Terra x Roxas as well. Lots of bad language, sex, non-consensual rape, and plenty of drug use is ahead. Also, Axel is a cradle robber. 'Nuff said.
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Chapter One
Some Call It Pain
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I was blazed out of my mind for the third time that week. Yeah, like, I felt great. Felt like nothing in the whole goddamn world could even touch me. Felt like I was free, like I could fly above the trees and the stupid people around them. I felt strong and powerful, like I was on top of the world. And I was.
I'm up so fucking high. How the hell had I gotten so high in the first place? Eh, I blame the ecstasy. Or did I take heroin? Whatever the fuck it was, it was great, hey—could I jump? Would jumping hurt me?
"Hey, Roxas!"
Hayner, that fucking idiot. What the hell is he yelling at me for?
"Jump you asshole!" He's laughing like a hyena. So annoying...
"Shut the fuck up!" I yell back to him, he looks like an ant. Silly ant, I could squash him if I jumped on him just right...
"You'll be like a birdy, Roxy! Trust me!" God, he called me Roxy…ugh. He knows how much I hate that. And why in the hell would I ever trust him?
"Shut up! Call me that again, why don't you?" He pisses me off; can't he just let me enjoy my high?
"Come down here and maybe I will…while I fuck the shit out of you!"
Fuck him; he's messing with me again. He'd never say that sober.
"I'm defiantly not coming down now." That was more to myself, he can't hear from all the way down there anyways. I'll just sit up here on this hill for the rest of my life. That wouldn't be so bad, living on a hill. No more worries, no assholes to ruin my day, no jerk-offs to fuck around with me. It'd be complete and utter—
"Roxaa-aaas!"
"What?"
"Police!"
Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit ohhhh shit. Get down, get down now! Jump!
Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn fucking leg, shit. "Hayner!" He's nowhere! FUCK! That bastard! He took off without me! Oh my God, sirens. Oh God, I can't even move, shit that hurts!
Wait—cops. They'll take me home, won't they? Like, home, where I can chill. I wanna chill…and eat ice cream. Ohhh shit, yes, ice cream and I'm gunna need something for my leg, it's all busted up, oh shit. Is that blood? Heh, it's a really pretty color…like red wine or licorice. I fucking hate licorice. It looks like intestines and tastes like apples dipped in medicine. It's gross; I don't see how anyone could actually eat it like its candy…crunch, crunch, mmm, intestines.
"Roxas…is that you? What the fuck?" Who's that…? "What happened to your leg? Don't tell me you jumped from the cliff? That's a fucking long fall. Are you high or something?"
"As a kite, man." God, I don't care who it is as long as it's not the cops. Well cops usually don't know me by name…well; there are a few I guess, heh, Jesus. At least I'm good at tripping those idiots up.
"What are you doing high again, dude? Thought you were cutting back on that shit…"
"All I heard was high and cutting, hey—you got a knife?" Kinda feel like slicing something up…
"Sorry, I don't carry knives around, Roxas. Lets get you home, alright?"
Brown hair…all spiky and stupid, oh it's Terra. It would be Terra, always walking around the cemetery at night like a creeper. Or, it's probably for his sister…didn't she like, get ran over by a car or something?
Doesn't matter anyways. "I wanna go to your house. Where are the police anyways…?" The sirens just stopped…wow. All that fuss for nothing and now I probably have a broken leg cause of Hayner and his big ass fucking mouth. He's probably still running off somewhere. What a douche bag.
"The cops? Oh, some drove by, wasn't for you though. And my house, Roxas, really? My parents might as well take you in, they feed you enough."
Heh, I wouldn't mind living with Terra, his 'rents cook like gods. "So I can sleep over?"
"I think you need to get to a hospital to have that leg checked out. Shit, but you're intoxicated as all hell. You can tell just by looking at your pupils, they're huge."
"They feel huge—do you have ice cream at your place? I don't care about my leg, I just want ice cream." It doesn't hurt anymore anyways, I want creamy fucking ice. Haha, he looks like he's about to punch me.
"I'll get you ice cream; can you just get up off the ground so I can take you to the car?"
Whatever, he said ice cream I'm getting up. Yeah, okay never mind, ow. "Carry me, Terra." I sound like a little kid, why the hell is he so much taller than I am? What am I a midget or something?
"I swear to God, Roxas…the shit I do for you."
Yeah he is a good friend to me. God, his arms are huge…and he's…really beautiful. I wouldn't mind eating ice cream off of him…
"Get in. I'll stop by the store and get you your damn ice cream. What kind do you want?"
"Terra flavored, please." Sounds great to me, maybe with some strawberries on top, whipped cream…oh God, hot fudge.
"Here we go again…You say some stupid shit when you're not really there, ya know?"
"I'm here and I want you." Really, I don't want anything else but him right now. Ice cream can wait; I'd rather lick his—
"What are you on…?" His eyes are like fucking blue moons. If moons could be blue…maybe they can be, they're just inside of him. The only two blue moons in existence and he has them implanted into his skull. I want them.
Damn I forgot what he said. "What? Hey can you turn on some music?"
The good thing about Terra is that he always has my favorite CD's on hand. Fuck yeah, Motion City Soundtrack.
"Let's get fucked up and die, I'm speaking figuratively of course like the last time that I committed suicide…Social suiciiiiideee…" God, is my voice always this awful?
"Roxas you sound like a choking cat…"
"Shut the fuck up, I don't see you singing."
"That's because you can't see people singing, Roxas. You hear them."
"Suck it, Terry." My dick is already hard, he might as well.
"Think I'll pass kiddo. Statutory just isn't my kinda thing."
"Awe come on, you're only like what…two years older than I am?" Right? Uhh…I'm…shit, how old am I?
"Three–you were close. But me being eighteen makes everything I do to you illegal."
"I'm good at keeping secrets." Well, when I want to be. Actually I kind of suck at it. I couldn't keep a secret if I was paid to.
"Yeah well I'm not. I'd wanna brag about you."
Fuck, he should really not say shit like that to me while I'm this high. Screw it; we could have sex in the car. It's small but I'm small, he'd just have to fit somehow.
"Terra, can you pull over?" I want it, fuck, no, I need it.
Don't look at me like that…"Roxas, no. You know I have Aqua and you know I don't swing that way."
"Then don't joke around with me! You know how I am; I don't want to be fucked with!" Bastard. Fucking bastard! I don't give a shit about his damn girlfriend; she can go rot in hell for all I care. Her and her stupid blue hair. Who the hell dyes their hair blue? She looks like a washed up mermaid on crack.
"…I'm sorry. You're real touchy, I get it. I'm gunna get you your ice cream, you can eat and sleep at my house, alright?"
"I don't want ice cream anymore. Take me home."
"Uhh, Roxas, your mom will kill you, you know?"
"I'd like to see her try! That bitch needs a wake up call; maybe I'll break her leg too." Terra doesn't even have room to speak about my mother. Goddamn whore of a woman.
"…You're not going home. We're almost to my house anyway."
"Are your parent's home?"
"No, why?"
"I don't want to be around anyone else, especially parents."
And here I am, ten minutes later, sitting on Terra's couch, sucking on an ice-pop and not his dick. Which for some reason is really upsetting. I can get practically any guy's dick in my mouth that I please and Terra is the only one that evades me. He thinks he's straight but he doesn't know what I know. Like I've never seen him flirting with guys at school or my friends. As if I've never seen him checking out some gay porn on his laptop when he thought I was sleeping. That bitch of a girlfriend is only a cover-up. I could help him if he'd just work with me.
"How's the popsicle?"
Speak of the devil; he's finally done doing whatever the hell he was doing. About time. "A dick would be better."
"I'm sure." I'm sure you're sure. "Here I got some stuff for your leg; I'm no nurse so uhh…"
"I need to take my pants off." Fuck yeah; these things are too tight anyway.
"Roxas… Jesus, slow down! I could have just rolled them up…"
Ahhh…freedom… "I don't see the point of pants anyways. I say boxers all day long." Haha, he's trying not to look at my erection.
"Whatever, Roxas. Just stay still alright? If it hurts I don't care. It's your own damn fault."
"Alright, just try to control yourself."
He did, the whole time, and now I'm even more pissed off.
"Don't go jumping off anymore cliffs, alright? I don't think it's broken. Your ankle looks swollen so that might be sprained, other than that the cuts aren't so bad, you'll be fine."
"Great, so I'm fine. You're fine. And we have the house to ourselves. I think that calls for something special."
"How about sleep? It's almost two in the morning."
"Can I sleep with you?"
"On the floor, sure."
"No, I meant in your bed."
He can't resist me. He won't. I mean I'm practically sitting here half naked asking him for sex. He can't refuse me.
"If…you can behave."
Score. Oh I'll behave–sexually behave.
"Wipe that smirk off your face and go wash up, you look like shit."
Bastard, I look amazing, dunno what he's talking about. Shit, walking hurts. God, I suck at limping–ow! Shit, yeah that's a wall, Roxas, not a door. Bathroom…bathroom…uh, where's his bathroom? "Terra! Where's your bathroom again?"
"Wow, Roxas. Cut back on the drugs, please, they make you stupider than you already are. First and only door on your right."
"Thanks, asshole." God…he was right, I look like I just had sex in the mud. That's…kinda hot. Hot, muddy sex. Fuck, boner. I'm so done with this being horny shit. The second I get in Terra's bed I'm fucking him. Like he won't even have time to know what's going on, my dick is going inside of him. Oh my God, it'll feel amazing. I know it will. Being inside of Terra…he'll be tight as all hell and shit we don't have any lube…I'll just have to get him to spit. It's not like I'm gunna hurt him too bad anyway, I'm not huge. I wonder how big he is…holy shit, I want to see it. I will see it.
Now all I have to do is find his room and I'll be all set. Shit, he's already in bed.
"Did you wash up too?"
"Used the other bathroom, come here, you'll be like a big teddy bear."
Oh hell no, I am not being the bitch here. "I'd rather you be my teddy bear."
"Little close, Rox. And uh, your side of the bed is over there."
"Would you shut up for two seconds? Just let me do what I want."
"R-Roxas! Stop, I told you to behave!"
Yeah like you don't like me touching your dick. "Just calm down, you'll like it, trust me, Terra."
"Stop, I don't need this shit right now."
"Your dick is telling me otherwise."
"Roxas, you're high! Get the fuc—"
Oh my God, his lips taste amazing…come on…show me your tongue. Open your mouth, baby…ha, there. Oh shit…my dick is throbbing. His…is too. I fucking knew it. Bastard was trying to play coy; I knew he liked the cock.
Now I just need you to open those legs…
"Haaa…Roxas, get…off…"
"Or what?"
"I'll kick you out…"
"You wouldn't. And if you want up so badly, just push me off, you're a lot stronger than I am."
Shit, I really hope he doesn't try that…
"Fuck you." Wow, he looks so pissed…its hot.
"You're…just pissy because you're realizing that you don't like girls as much as you like boys, admit it."
"…"
"I'm trying to help you, dammit, look at me!"
"…Don't touch me."
"I'll touch you if I fucking please, you little bitch." Why is he being like this? He needs to realize that this is meant to happen. Us having sex will help him figure everything out, he'll be able to dump that dirty whore and start living.
"I hate you."
What…? What the fuck…did he just say? He…hates me, huh? Hates…me. "If you…hate me so much…kill me."
"Y-you…don't deserve to die, Roxas. You need help…"
"I don't need any help, I need to die."
"Roxas…Roxas, where…are you going?"
"To die…" Death, God it sounds even better than sex. Eternal bliss. Nothing but endless nothing. Where the hell does he keep his knives…Hmmm, his Dad's room.
Holy Jesus, I knew his Dad had knives but a gun…wow. I've never used one before, you just pull the trigger and…
"Oh my god…Roxas, put the gun down."
Affliction, it'll be over.
"Roxas…"
Everything…gone.
"Roxas, please…"
Terra…he won't hate me anymore, because I'll be gone. He'll be sad. Ha, I want to see him cry. Weep for the rest of his existence.
"Cry for me, Terra. Death is a beautiful thing."
"NO!"
The sound of that gun echoed in my ears that night for longer than I had planned.
One year later…
"What is the price to pay for another human life? What can you give in return for the one that has been lost? Is there any equivalent exchange for existence? ...What the fuck kinda questions are these?"
I shrugged behind the book perched on my leg, reading the same sentence over again. I could only listen to what Hayner was reading off, some health class paper I think. Whatever it was it gave me chills…
"Fuck school. Can't believe all of my teachers gave me homework on the first day. I mean come on! Bastards have nothing better to do but grade papers? Sometimes I don't even think teachers have lives at all." Hayner was ranting again, I tried to ignore him. Tried to ignore everything.
"Hey Rox?" He poked my leg with a pencil–that I couldn't ignore. "Let's do something tonight."
I decided to humor him. "Like what?"
"Pretty sure Seifer's got some stuff we could buy."
"Hayner, we're broke." He promised he'd get a job that summer–didn't happen. Though I didn't get one either…
"Oh, the price we pay!" God, he was so loud sometimes. "Roxy, we have all the money in the world to Seifer."
"Hell. No." I knew exactly what he was talking about and fuck if I was going to give anything to Seifer of all people.
He pouted, something he was good at. "Come on, Rox. Seifer likes me enough, but if you were there too…he'd be willing to give almost anything if you—"
"Why don't you go fuck him, huh? That asshole doesn't care as long as it's younger boys. Don't bring me into this." I didn't want anything to do with Seifer or any of his friends.
"You're sucha buzz kill…ever since that Terra kid—"
I couldn't help it, as soon as he said that name I threw my book at him.
"Owch, shit Roxas, that's a history book! That's like thirty poun—"
"You fucking know how I feel about that! Don't. Ever. Bring. Him. Up." I was standing by that point, fuming over Hayner and his newly forming bruise.
"Calm down, Jesus…" He clutched onto his arm, I could see it throbbing. Good, he deserved it.
I sat back down, almost ready to grab all my shit and leave. But I really didn't want to go back home…
"Alright, Seifer's a no-go…I could possibly get some alcohol from Riku next door. Hang on, I'll text him."
I said nothing as Hayner whipped out his cell, typing like mad on the small keyboard. I decided to check my own phone. Zero messages—figures. I held my phone as Hayner began talking again, staring at the wallpaper of a rainbow star, pretending to be busy while he spoke.
"We can just get wasted here; my mom won't be home for another few days anyways, as you know."
"Uh huh."
"…Riku said he's got a six pack of Smirnoff, two cases of beer and a cut! …That he's saving for a party…"
"Smirnoff sounds great," I finally replied, scrolling through the pictures on my phone.
"Damn I'm gunna have to mow that bastard's lawn at least twenty more times to pay for all I've ever bummed off of him." Hayner laughed as he got up from the couch, walking towards the door he left me without another word.
"He's gone?"
"Yeah."
"Why do you insist on hanging out with that ass? You could do so much better…"
"Ha, like what? Befriend nuns? You do realize that the whole world is full of people like Hayner, won't change a thing if I hang out with someone else."
"You're really difficult, you know that, right?"
"So sue me."
"…He…mentioned my name."
"I got scared, I'm sorry…"
"It's whatever; I don't mind that people remember me, Rox. Kind of makes me feel like I was at least important in some way."
"Of course you were important!" I stood up and faced him, cerulean eyes staring into cold, transparent ones. "Don't ever think you weren't."
He blinked and smiled, though I could barely see, like always. "Thanks, kiddo."
"The party has arrived!" Hayner burst through the door, scaring the shit out of me and making me sit down as if I had bricks in my pants. I glanced at him, seeing the alcohol in his arms. I had the sudden urge to throw up.
"Here, catch." Hayner tossed me a bottle and it almost hit my face.
I glared at him and he cackled, plopping himself down on the sofa. He then propped his feet up and downed a whole glass in less than twenty seconds.
I slowly undid the cap and swallowed down most of it quickly. It tasted like Sprite, that's why I didn't mind Smirnoff; it was like soda that…got you fucked up.
"Only three for each of us, think we'll get drunk enough?"
"You–no. Me–maybe a little." Hayner had been drinking since he was like, two. I was only going on two years.
He laughed and stood up. "Come on asshole, let's go have a smoke."
I got up and followed him towards the backyard, reaching into my jean pocket for my pack of Newport's. Hayner lit up as soon as he stepped outside, inhaling deep and drinking shortly after. Yeah I know smoking sucks but it was the only thing that kept me sane so I did it. It's not like I cared if my lungs got screwed up, that was the least of my worries.
We both stood, staring at the stars for quite some time, me just finishing my drink while Hayner was going on his third, yeah he'd brought them all out with him. It didn't surprise me, nothing surprised me with Hayner. So when he turned towards me and forced his lips on mine I thought nothing of it. Soon he grabbed a hold of my hair in the hand with his cigarette, setting his glass down so he could take hold of my waist. I was more worried that he'd burn my hair rather than slip his tongue into my mouth. More concerned that he'd knock over his drink and start bitching or that someone would see us. No, I didn't mind much that he was wrapping himself around me; I just went along with it. It wasn't anything really, just a kiss and some humping…
"Nngh…Rox…"
"You're not even drunk, shut the fuck up."
"Come on; let's have a little fun, huh? You never like to have fun anymore."
"No thanks."
"Oh, lighten up. I bet I could make you come, how longs it been, hmm? At least a month or so..."
"I'm seriously not in the mood, Hayner." Really, I wasn't. I hardly had enough to drink for any of this and even if I did, doing shit with him just…never did anything for me. Nothing ever did anything for me anymore.
"Don't make me have to rape my best friend…" He seemed serious and sarcastic at the same time. It was really hard to tell with Hayner sometimes.
I quickly shoved him off of me, "I won't. See ya tomorrow," and walked back inside, grabbing my book bag and stuffing everything inside of it.
He was behind me, trying to grab hold of my wrist but I was moving it too fast. "Roxas, come on, you don't have to leave…"
"It's already midnight, I'm getting tired."
"Bullshit you are! Would you tell me the goddamn truth for once instead of lying to me like some asshole I can't trust?"
I stared at him, his eyes were drooping but he looked like he meant what he was saying. I didn't lie to him, much. Just when I had to, like now. "Text me when you're sober."
I left before he had a chance to retaliate.
"It's six in the morning, wake the fuck up!" was what my alarm was practically screaming into my ear the next day. Now I could lie to you and say that I was a morning person, that I loved the sun and the warmth it brought with it. That I adored waking up, bright eyed and bushy tailed every fucking morning for school. But I'm trying to cut back on lying.
"Fuck…my…liiiife…" I moaned, searching for the damned snooze button. I was trying to remember if my alarm clock even had one. After what seemed like hours of it ringing in my ear I finally pushed the thing off of my bedside table, causing it to crash to the floor and unplug. Peace and quiet filled the room once again, but it wasn't for long.
"Wakey, wakey brother of mine!"
"Sora, I swear to Jesus Christ and the all mighty and powerful Gods that rule over this piece of rock we call earth, if you jump on my bed I will beat your ass into the next life."
"Oh, Roxas. Verbal as always I see."
My brother, Sora. Well step brother. Yeah, Cathy remarried. Again. After what, like the sixth time? I lost track after I severed ties with her as a mother and a human being. Sora ended up living here, along with his dad—Tim I think—who moved in too. I never saw much of his father though, I kind of just figured he worked a lot like Cathy did or he was always with the woman too much to care about his son. Anyways, I never took the time to talk to Sora about it. Besides, sitting down and talking to Sora—yeah it didn't happen very often. He'd just end up getting up and talking, while walking and doing fifty other things at the same time then he'd just forget what the hell we were talking about in the first place. Point is I didn't bother.
"Mom told me to wake you up, she said you were late the first week of school last year and she doesn't want that to happen again." See, Sora was what you would call a "good kid". Always followed the rules, always kept up with things, always did things right. Then there was me, the exact opposite. I also found it kind of funny the way he called my mother "mom", when I didn't even bother.
"Well you can go tell mom to suck my dick." I rolled over, pulling the covers over my face. God, why couldn't I be eighteen yet? I'd so drop out of school and get my own apartment or something…so sick of being told what to do.
"That's disgusting, Roxas."
"Your face is disgusting."
"Ugh just get up alright? I made pancakes."
He quickly ran out of my room, leaving silence behind. It's not like I didn't like Sora. I actually enjoyed his company, his friendship. Someone who wasn't completely fucked up in the head that I could talk to, that's why I called him my brother. We probably could have been birth brothers anyway; our eyes were the exact same color of bright blue. Also the fact that we were the same age and same height made us practically twins. Complete opposite though, just reminding you.
And he could cook. Another reason to tolerate his annoying demeanor. And as soon as I caught the aroma of his cooking I was out of my room, not caring that I was in only my boxers. It was only Sora and I anyway, the devil woman worked all through the daylight hours, thank god.
"Nice to see that you took the time to get dressed," Sora said sarcastically. I flipped him the bird as I took a seat and he rolled his eyes.
"Pancake, now," I demanded, holding out my hands like a child asking for candy.
Sora took no time slapping me over the head before using the spatula to place a pancake straight into my hands. "Fuck! Hot! Damnit, Sora!"
"Next time say please and maybe ask for a plate as well." He waved a paper plate in his hand in front of my face. I glared and snatched it from his hands, placing the pancake on it.
As I ate the round piece of cooked dough with only my fingers I thought of how Sora was practically my parent. He cooked for me, did my laundry and scolded me like a two year old…
"Shit," I said quietly out loud.
"What? Is it bad?" Sora asked with a hint of terror.
I shook my head. "Naw, your cooking is always amazing, Sora."
He smiled then, that big stupid grin that always made me feel like I had to smile back. I didn't though, just finished up and ran back upstairs.
"I'm heading out in less than ten, you better hurry up!" Sora called from downstairs as I was fitting myself into my jeans. Fuckin' styles, the pants were so tight I could barley breathe in them, but I looked so good. I slipped on a checkered polo before entering the bathroom, fixing up before I grabbed my book bag and flew back downstairs.
"Ready, lets go," I said out of breath.
Sora shook his head and put on his shoes, I followed him quickly out the door. For some reason the birds chirping and the sun just coming over the horizon made me want to shoot all of the birdies and curl back up in my bed. I was really a night kind of person…
"Hurry up, Roxas! School isn't going to wait for you!" Sora was already at least twenty feet ahead of me. Goddamnit, doing this yesterday was enough, now twice in a row? It was just too much…too much for my fragile, little heart. I mean seriously…what the—?
"Hello, Roxas."
Ah, Hayner. Just what I needed. It kinda sucked a lot that we lived so fucking close…
"Or should I call you Ditch-as?"
"That's real clever, Hayner. Only you forgot to take into consideration that I don't give a shit."
"Sometimes I wonder why we're even friends at all." I didn't look at him but I could tell by just listening that he was giving me that stupid glare. The one that he tries so hard to make look angry and mean but ends up looking stupid and retarded
I kept on walking, ignoring him. I was tired, ornery and downright not in the mood for a guilt trip that I didn't even deserve.
"Every single time I get good shit you leave without even a goodbye. I bend over backwards for you and you won't even give me a second glance! …Jesus, fucking look at me, man!" That was when he jumped out in front of me. I couldn't help it; I glared back at him, this time without even wanting to laugh at his stupid face. If only he knew the shit I was going through. If only he fucking understood at least a tiny bit about what happened and the reasons I ditch, the reasons I don't feel normal around him anymore, why I couldn't do hardcore shit with him.
But he couldn't know, that would only make things worse.
"Get off my dick, you're pissing me off." So the only option left was to be an asshole to everyone, especially Hayner. Too bad that only kept him coming back for more.
"Fine. I don't give a shit anymore; do whatever the fuck you want, Roxas." He was walking away, only around the seventh time I'd had to watch him do that. Really, this was getting ridiculous. I needed a new best friend and fast.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Nudge...
"Roxas, wake up, you're gunna get in trouble."
Ugh…Terra? Stop, I'm so tireddd…
"Roxas, wake up and get to the office."
Goddamit…seriously? I was just napping! Is that fucking illegal?
"Now." The tall, annoying history teacher looked pissed but I bet I looked even worse.
"Fuck this shit…" I slowly got up from the desk and left the classroom. It wasn't even lunch and I'd already gotten yelled at and for what? Being tired? Oh, damn, guess I shouldn't be a teenager. My fucking bad. Next time I'll think before I try and sleep.
"Roxaaas, where ya headed?"
This day just kept getting better and better.
Seifer didn't slow down even though I glared like the pissed off teenager I was.
"I don't fucking know–anywhere but here."
"Skipping? Mind if I tag along? I'm bored as hell." I saw a pass in his hand, obviously he just went out to get a drink or go to the bathroom.
I wasn't even really thinking of leaving until he appeared and suggested it.
"No, Roxas. Stay in school."
"What are you, the police? Get off my back…"
"What?" Seifer looked at me questionably. Sometimes I forgot that it was only in my head…
"Nothing. Sure let's go."
"You're such a child…"
Terra needed to realize that just because it happened didn't mean I was a good kid. Didn't mean I had changed. Didn't mean that I was going to try and fix my life. It only meant that now I had another voice in my head and could sometimes see the ghost of the boy that I murdered.
There really wasn't anywhere to go without being caught by the cops so Seifer took me to this place where some older kids hung out. I guess you could describe it as a kind of hangout/hideout. I didn't even know they still existed…
There were around fifteen to twenty people there, girls and boys alike, all so much taller and more nonchalant than I could ever hope to be. Some were playing pool, others poker or some kind of black jack I guessed. A few were in the corner smoking something from a blunt. The smell made me want to pass out.
Seifer quickly slinked his arm around my waist when we entered, placing his hand in my back jean pocket which gave my gut a sinking feeling.
"So Seifer, you finally decided to show your face around here again," a pink haired man said, I guessed he was sort of the leader. He sounded abrupt enough.
The teen attached to me shrugged and squeezed me tighter to his side like a bag he was afraid of getting stolen. "I know it's been awhile, Marly, but you guys missed me, didn't cha?"
A chuckle erupted in the dim lit place, followed by Pinky glancing at me. Bright blue eyes scrutinized me and I felt like running away.
"Run, Roxas. Please, I have a bad feeling about all this. You shouldn't be here!"
I don't think Terra has even sounded that scared before…maybe I really shouldn't be here…
"Yes, Seifer, we all missed you terribly. Now, who is your friend?"
Seifer grinned, holding me even tighter, if that was possible. "His name's Roxas."
"He's quite the arm candy."
"Isn't he though?"
"Fuck you, Seifer," I spat, attempting to move out of his vice grip. He just held on tighter, making it impossible for me to even shift without something hurting.
"Maybe later, kiddo."
Pinky laughed which made me want to spit in his face. "How cute. You are welcome here, Seifer and guest." He then left to go back to what he was doing, as did everyone else…except…
"Who is that?" I asked without even feeling the words come out of my mouth.
Seifer raised an eyebrow and glared at the redhead who I couldn't take my eyes off of. "Hmph, Axel. He's a bastard, stay away from him."
"Why? What'd he do to you?" I was curious. Why? I have no clue. Maybe because of the way those green eyes kept glancing at me. Why was he looking at me so often? Why didn't he continue smoking?
"Fucked my boyfriend the day after they were introduced."
"Oh," was all that came out of my mouth. The statement kind of threw me off. The redhead didn't look like such a bad guy. Sure, he seemed a little rough around the edges but so did everyone here. Maybe…I fit in here in some weird kind of way…
"No you don't, Roxas. You're not like these guys."
"Maybe…"
"No maybes."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe he's not so bad," I covered quickly. "Maybe he was just in love."
Seifer scoffed. "At first sight? Give me a break, Roxas. The guy's a whore. I mean look at him, those pants couldn't be lower on his ass. He's got to have so many STDs that he's not even safe to touch." He still seemed sore, but I guess who wouldn't be. I kind of felt bad but the more I casually glanced at Axel the more I felt less and less sympathy for the jerk gripping my ass.
"Let's go chill somewhere, hu? Get away from these guys."
More like let's go somewhere and have sex. I wasn't falling for his tricks, not like he's never played them on me before.
"No, thanks. I'll stay right here." I went to move from his grip again and he pulled me back.
"Roxas, you're not going to get another chance like this. Just give it a try; I'm sure you'll like it."
I shivered as he smirked, his hand traveling past my waistline.
"Don't touch me…"
"I'll touch you if I want to."
Tears threatened to pour down my face like waterfalls as I scared away from him, cowering against the wall like a dog about to be whipped. He grasped my wrists in his hands, facing me dead on and I was almost afraid of throwing up in his face. My whole body was shaking; the only thing keeping me up was Seifer's grip.
"Terra…help me…"
"Look, Seifer, I don't think he wants any."
"Terra…?"
"No, the name's Axel. Got it memorized?"
"Get the fuck out of here, Axel. You plan on fucking Roxas too?"
"No, but it kind of looks like you're about to rape him. Just saving you from a jail sentence."
"Thanks, but I think I'm good."
"Let go of him, he's fucking crying."
"Get out!"
"Let go!"
Seifer was knocked to the flood, blood spilling from his mouth and lip. He looked unconscious from what I could tell by my blurry eyes. And when I looked to my savoir I saw Terra standing next to him.
"It'll be okay, Roxas."
"It'll be okay, kiddo."