Another Ianthony story, enjoy guys. :) Disclaimer: I do not own Smosh.

Ian's P.O.V.

I laid uncomfortably alone on my bed. I hurt so badly due to my body covered in bruises. I laid broken and bruised there. Things had been so good at first and now things wrong and terrible. How could something so wonderful turn so sour? I just wanted this to stop.

I had been in a relationship for three years with a man named Alex. Yes, that's right; I was in a relationship with a man. It was wonderful at first, but he started drinking and began to abuse me. I still couldn't believe this had happened. I just wished I could have walked away because I didn't want to be in this relationship. I just wanted to be happy and not worrying about being hurt.

I grabbed my pillow and hugged it tightly to my chest. I couldn't handle this. It had hurt to think about it. I wanted to be happy. Suddenly there was a loud crash in the living room signaling that Alex was home drunk again. I covered up under the blankets and pulled them over my head. I attempted to pretend I was asleep, so he would leave me alone.

He stumbled in and crashed into several things before falling onto the bed. "Iann~!" he drunkenly sang.

I hoped that if I kept pretending to be asleep that he would leave me alone. He began to violently shake me. "Ian! Wake the fuck up, you nasty little bitch!" He began to shout.

I tried to act sleepy and said, "W-what, Alex?"

"I want you," he said as he tried to kiss me on the lips.

"Alex, you're drunk. Please stop," I asked trying to push him off.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he slurred as he tried again.

"Get the fuck off, Alex!" I shouted trying to shove him off.

"Shut the fuck up, you're going to do this and going to fucking like it, you little whore!" he gritted out between his teeth.

"Please get off of me," I asked trying to hold back a sob.

"No!" He sneered.

That was it; I finally snapped and kneed him in the groin in means of escape. He let go and gave me enough time to escape him. I got up and ran to the front door. He was soon following pursuit. I slung the door open and ran into the streets. He was getting closer, but I still was out of reach.

He finally caught up with me and grabbed me by the back of the shirt, choking me. He pulled me down to concrete and began hitting me in the face, repeatedly. Soon, I could taste blood as he continued to hit me. I began to hear the sound of sirens as I began to slip from conscious.

When I finally woke up the walls were plain white. I sat up kind of confused and then suddenly my memories rushed back as I looked at my bruise-covered arms. I had finally gotten away from him. I sighed a little sigh of relieve.

A few minutes after me waking up a nurse in a blue scrubs walks in. She smiles and places the food she had been carrying on the bedside table. "Well, hello, Mr. Hecox. It's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" She asked as she smiled sweetly at me.

"I'm in pain, but I feel better," I admitted smiling up at her.

"Okay, well you have a visitor. Would you like me to send them back?" she asked as she handed me a cup of water.

I drank the water and put the cup back on the table and laid back again. I closed my eyes as I couldn't believe that I was finally away from that abusive prick.

As I inhaled slowly, I heard footsteps enter the room and then someone touched my hand. "Did you fall back asleep," the voice asked softly.

I opened my eyes quickly as I realized the voice. Suddenly my heartbeat quickened as I found Anthony standing there.

"Anthony, hey," I blushed as I looked up at him.

"How you feeling?" he asked me as he took a seat in the chair next to my hospital bed.

"I'm sore, but I feel so much better now that I'm away from Alex," I told him.

"Why didn't you ever tell me he was abusing you, Ian?" Anthony asked me with worrying plaguing his flawless face.

"I didn't want to bother you with it," I said avoiding eye contact with him.

"Ian, anything that involves you will not bother you," He said as he reached up and caressed my cheek. "Oh and I have a spare room so you're moving in with me."

"Okay and that sounds good," I smiled as I looked up at his face.

Suddenly he leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. After a few seconds I began to kiss back, careful not to hurt my busted lip I had gotten from Alex punching me in the face.

We kissed gently for a few minutes and finally pulled back. I looked up at him smiling.

"I know I just got out of a relationship, one which I didn't want any more for a long time, but will you go out on a date with me?" I asked as I looked up at him and smiled gently.

"Ian, you don't understand how long I've waited for you to ask," He smiled as he grabbed my hand, "but yes I will."

"Okay, how does when I get out of the hospital sound?" I asked smiling like a mad man.

"Sounds greats, but until you get out I will be right here by your side to make sure you will be okay." He smiled as he gave my hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Here is Chapter One. I'm going to try to at least make three chapters, but I hope you guys enjoyed. Please Review.