Foolish Love
Summary: Farfarello wants out of his abusive relationship with Schuldig, but has nowhere to go. When a new friend finds out what's going on, he tries to rescue him from his nightmare.
Rated M For: Language, indicated self-mutilation, indicated rape.
Chapter One - How It Goes
Trapped in his room once again. He could easily unlock the door and let himself out, but by doing that, he would expose himself to a high probability of being struck down by his ragging, drunk boyfriend. "Everything 'll be alright," he'd always fore himself to think.
But it never was.
There were always new bruises replacing the ones that were just fading away. There was always something broken and being thrown out. There were fights every morning, night, afternoon, any time the two were together.
Like most abusive relationships, their relationship wasn't always like this. At first, the German boyfriend was so caring. He'd shower the younger man with presents when they met in college, take him out to places, bring him places he's only dream of going to. But, once the two moved in together, it was like his attitude made a complete turn-around. The presents stopped, and the two barley went out (aside from going to work).
Before the two started going out, the Irishman also had a lot of friends. But again, when they moved in together, he lost most of them, and was now only down to one. A sixteen-ear-old coworker at Rasputin's by the name of Nagi.
Nagi was the only one that knew about their relationship, along with all of Farfarello's old friends that were silenced with hush money. The only reason Schuldig let the two continue their friendship was because he knew the younger boy had no power to fight him if anything happened, and had no power or connections to land him in jail. He was also a good excuse to beat the Irishman, accusing him of cheating on him with his coworker.
"Farfarello!" The German on the other side of the door called for his boyfriend. "Come out of the bedroom! You've been in there every since I got home!"
"I'm not coming out!" Farfarello was sitting on a king sized bed that the two shared every night, his arms wrapped around his legs that were brought up to his chest.
"Why not?" Schuldig complained like a three old that didn't get what he wanted. "I'm not gonna do anything to you," he reassured.
"You're drunk again!" The twenty-year-old watched his boyfriends shadow at the bottom of the door.
"No, I'm not!" Schuldig obviously lied, "So can you please come out? I just wanna spend time with you…"
There were a few seconds of silence before Farfarello replied. "I know you're lying," he said, "I can hear it in your tone."
"I'm not drunk, I swear!" He lied again.
Do you think I'm that stupid? Farfarello sat on the edge of the bed, still watching the shadow at the bottom of the door. Maybe it's best to go outside of the room before he gets really mad?
"Komm jetzt raus du verschissener arschloch!" (1)
It was too late. Farfarello had got lost in his thoughts, and was taking too long to reply. When Schuldig spoke his native tongue with his boyfriend, he was truly pissed. It was either get out now, or wait for the door to break down for the twentieth time.
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"I swear, you go through a bottle of foundation everyday," Nagi adjusted his work uniform as Farfarello made one of his bruises disappear. "How much money do you spend on that stuff, anyway?"
"Schuldig gets it for me," Farfarello replied, putting away the tube of make-up.
"That's probably the only thing he gives you," Nagi joked, "aside from the bruises, and occasional ra-"
"Welcome to Rasputin's!" the Irishman bumped Nagi away to shut him up. "Did you find everything alright?"
Standing on the other side of the counter was a slightly taller, older looking man. His hair was disheveled, his work tie was loose, and the top button of his business top was undone.
Pushing up with glasses with one hand, and holding his blazer in the other, he asked, "I'm looking for a CD, obviously, but I'm bad with music and don't know what to pick…"
"What do you usually listen to?" Farfarello asked.
"Well," the customer fidgeted, "I don't normally listen to music, so I'll need some help… And the only reason I'm here is because my assistant said my office was too quiet."
Farfarello and Nagi held in their laughs to look more professional.
"Well," Nagi came into the conversation, "Farf here can help you look for something. He's probably a lot closer to your age than I am, so he might know what you'll like."
"Wha-" Farfarello watched as the younger boy walked away with a huge grin on his face. Looking back at the customer, he added, "So, I guess I'll be helping you."
"Thanks," the man said, "I really do appreciate it."
"No problem," Farfarello brought himself around the counter, "Just follow me, and I'll take you to some CDs you might like," he headed for the oldies section.
"Umm," the older man looked around at the CDs, "Do you think I'm that old?"
"Huh?" The red haired man looked back. "I'm not implying that you're old, I'm just showing you some music I think you might like. I mean, I'm only twenty, and I love a lot of the music in this isle."
"I'm sorry," the man replied, "I just have a thing with my age. I feel like I'm getting old, but I'm only twenty-seven."
"That's okay," Farfarello faked a laugh.
"Farfarello!" Nagi called from the front of the store, "I need your help up here at the cash registers! The line's building up!"
Thank God, the twenty-year-old signed in relief. "I'm sorry," he told the man in glasses, "I'll go help him up there, and I'll come back to you when the lines a lot shorter."
"No, that's okay, you need to do your work," the man held out a hand as he introduced himself, "My names Bradley Crawford, by the way. I'll probably be back again tomorrow, so if you're here, maybe you can help me then?"
"Sure," Farfarello shook the mans hand to be polite, a fake smile on his face. Walking away toward the front, he waved over his shoulder and added, "Then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Brad!"
Crawford waved back, a smile on his face, just as big, but not fake.
-End Chapter
Beatrize: This was an older fic of mine that I made while back in high school. I saved it onto a disk, and wasn't able to restore the file because it became so outdated. D: (I was in high school from 2000-2004, made this in 2002 or 2003) I didn't finish the old one, so I decided to rewrite it, because I loved writing this fic so much. There's something that Crawford does somewhere in the middle of what I had that I couldn't stop laughing at, as well as my friend that read it. But I wont say what it was… You guys 'll have to wait for the update with that funny event. X3
Oh! And the translation of what Schuldig yells in German: "Come out right now you (shit) asshole!"
Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter as much as I did writing it. Please comment? LoL.