Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Incest, Non-Con, Crime, etc.
Dedication: Sadistically Arousing RKO JC WB

Dazed, I was barely able to focus in on Wade as he took hold of my short, military-style brown hair and slammed my head back into the nearest locker. I heard the sick crack that followed and knew, somehow, that the back of my head had cracked. Hot, sticky blood flowed down onto my neck. And then, Wade was in my face. His snarl was blurred, but I could tell that, even if I couldn't remember what I had done, I had really crossed him this time.

With the look of lust in his wide, dark eyes, one would assume that this crazed beast was my boyfriend. Unfortunately, or fortunately, however you chose to look at it, that was not the case. Wade was no more than a classic school bully. He was abused at home, nagged by his friends, and it was all released in each cruel blow to my smaller body. Even as a senior, I hadn't come into my own. In fact, I kind of looked like I was malnourished and, frankly, abused.

I felt my eyes slowly start to slide closed. That didn't last for long. Within seconds of my eyes closing, Wade's hand had slid from my hair and onto my neck. He throttled me once, twice, and then slammed my shoulders back into the lockers so hard that they dented under the pressure. I wheezed uneasily. Blood cogged my throat and I turned away, spit the blood out, and swallowed hard. I was almost certain that I would be sick.

Wade started to stroke my hair softly. "You look so beautiful like this, little Johnny. Bathed in blood, doubled over, about to pass out from the pain of it all. So, so beautiful…" Wade trailed off.

"D-D0n't do this, W-Wade. You d-do-don't have to. Please. Just l-let… Just l-let me…" I bent over, unintentionally using his shoulder as a crutch as I tried to expel the blood from my throat.

"Let you what? Johnny, baby, I'm afraid that you'll have to be a little louder. I can't hear you over the sound of your blood-congested breathing." Wade smirked darkly.

"I don't want to do this, W-Wade. If you j-just let m-me le-leave, the-then I won't tell m-my -," Wade cut me off with a cold hand around my throat and he jerked my head to the side.

"Tell whom? You're Daddy? Oh, that's so sweet. Little Johnny is gonna run and tell his Daddy that the big-bad brawler, Wade Barrett. Like that little bitch could do a damn thing about it." Wade snickered.

"D-Don't talk a-about hi-him like that!" I screamed, choked, and immediately fell silent.

"And what are you planning on doing about it, baby boy?" Wade's accent thickened as he fumbled for my zipper.

"Please, don't do t-this. At le-least, not o-out here. S-Somebody co-could see."

Wade snickered, but whether it was because he didn't care who saw or because he found my discomfort amusing, I wasn't too sure. One could never be entirely sure when it came to Wade Barrett. The older teen, who had been held in his senior year three times, had been my tormentor since elementary school. Only recently had I realized that it wasn't a maliciousness inside of him that caused this, but an untouched lust that had brewed ever since our first encounter.

Wade started to work his hands into my jeans and I was too weak to shove him off. The pain in my shoulders had magnified tenfold and I felt as if someone had touched a lighter to my skin. He forced them down, just far enough to obtain access to my boxers, and then he slid those down as well. He took an almost protective position over my half-naked body, but I knew it was only to block our actions from the view of the security camera nearby.

"P-Please, Wade. The-There's still a chance. We d-don't have to d-do this. Y-You're scaring m-me, Wade." I confessed honestly, but it did little to sway the already muddied conscience of Wade Barrett.

"Yes, we do have to do this, Johnny boy. You're mine and it's about damn time that you learned that."

I screamed, but Wade took me by the hair and slammed me face-first into the locker. "D-Don't -,"

"Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you!"

I took the hint and shut my mouth, but not before I felt the wet, hot embarrassment of tears streak down my face. Finally, I could bare the silence no more. "W-Wade, please."

Wade took my hair, slammed me forward, and now I tasted blood as teeth chipped and were loosened from the gums. "You better learn to listen better, shitter! I don't have to take this crap from you!"

"No, you don't." I agreed hurriedly. "So why c-can't you le-let me go?"

Wade punched me in the stomach and stars danced before my eyes. "Shut the fuck up!"

I noticed, disheartened, that he had his pants down now. Anxiously, he worked on his boxers. I noted with disdain that I hadn't even healed from the last brutal attack. The uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach as I tried to describe to my father the reason for the bloodstains on the seat of my jeans was one that was difficult to forget. He had been so worried over me and all I could do was smile and lie to his face. I felt awful, but it had to be done.

Life tended to be that way when your father ran a halfway house for juvenile delinquents who had just been released from prison. A lot of the time, the boys that came in and out saw me as a cute little fuck toy with no ramifications. They didn't realize that every time I was abused, it took a little bit of my joy away. And now, well, I was a bit tired of being pushed around. Dad could see that too. That's why he had signed me up with trainer, Mark Calloway.

Wade didn't prep me. He just shoved in, shoving my face into ice-cold metal to muffle my screams. I barely even noticed when a larger body came around from behind and yanked Wade off, throwing him to the ground with his pants still around his ankles. I shivered, feeling wet blood start to slither down my legs again. It hurt like all fuck and I slowly slid down so that I was on my knees. Soon, there would be blood everywhere.

"Get the fuck out of here before I beat your sorry ass to a bloody fucking pulp!" The unknown teen yelled. Well, he didn't really yell. He was too calm for it to be considered a 'yell'. Instead, it was more of a deliberate warning.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't do this to me!" Wade screamed. Suddenly, he was on his feet. I could feel his hand on my shoulder. But then, there was the sudden sound of bare skin and tile.

"I told you to take your hands off of him." He hissed. "Now, I would suggest that you take my advice and leave now. I don't want to do something that I will regret later." He said.

Thankfully, Wade took his advice and ran off. My savior then walked over to me and knelt down on the floor, helping me to redress, even if it coated his otherwise pristine clothes in my blood. A dark blush dotted across my cheeks and, not for the first time, I wished that I was stronger. I wished that I could take better care of myself. That way, I wouldn't need to ask for help from anyone. Especially not a random student that I had never seen before.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He had a thick, southern accent.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." And then, I saw just how much blood there was. "Okay, maybe I'm not." Dazed, I swooned and fell into his waiting arms. My blush only darkened.

"Maybe I should take you to the nurse…" He trailed off as he helped me to my feet. I opened my eyes and met his icy blue orbs, unsure if I could trust the honest sincerity in his tone.

"You don't have to do that. I can… walk… walk myself…" and then, with the room spinning rapidly around me, it all faded into black.