Something I have been working on for a few months. Blake was abusing Kyle and he was too scared to tell anyone before it became serious. There is noncon in the first chapter and eventual Tom/Kyle.

Kyle was slammed against the wall Blake was so angry, he had hit him a few too many times when he was upset. Kyle didn't tell anyone he was too scared of what Blake would do. He had been covering up the abuse for over a month now.

Tonight had been awful Jimmy had told Blake he had been sleeping with Tom. He had never seen the man so pissed. The yelling had been awful, Kyle just wanted to die.

The man forced his lips against Kyle's. He was much stronger than he looked, Kyle struggled to get away but that only made the grip around his wrists tighter. Blake dragged him over to the bed he had slept in many times.

"Your such a slut you know Kyle. Acting all innocent and shy. Then you go fuck someone else!" Blake pulled at his shirt as he said this.

"I'm...sorry." Kyle choked, tears running down his face. "I don't care if your fucking sorry!" He pulled at Kyle's jeans getting them down to his knees. Kyle tried kicking him but Blake grabbed his ankle twisting it hard making Kyle shriek in agony.

Blake pushed him on to his stomach Kyle tried to think of something else to distract himself. Blake forced himself roughly in making Kyle see white.

The pain was unbearable Kyle sobbed harshly, pressing his face into the sheets. He wished that he had told someone, he regretted that the most. He was scared Blake might kill him.

Kyle thought of Tom, the man was so sweet and caring. He had seen a few bruises but Kyle had told him some stupid excuse about falling off the set they were building for Hit-list. He wanted Tom to hold him and say that everything will be alright.

He remembered the other night when Tom had sung to him, Kyle had never been so happy before. There had never been anyone that understood him so well, and he was pretty sure he was falling in love with the man.

When Blake had finished with him Kyle laid on the bed, the smell of blood and sex made him feel sick. The pain made it hard for him to even think, Blake had left with a smirk on his face.

The sun was barley coming up on the horizon when Kyle opened his eyes. The small bedroom was empty and he was laying on top of the blood stained sheets. Just seeing the blood made him feel sick, Kyle forced himself up. Pain burned through his body but he tried to ignore it. The writer fixed his clothes the best he could before getting up, he was in agony with every step he took.

The outside air felt like ice on his skin, blood had soaked though his clothes. He lost his coat sometime during the fight with Blake so all he had was his sweater with rips and bloodstains in it. Tears welled up at his eyes again, he had no idea where to go.

He started walking towards Jimmy's brothers place, it was the closest to where Kyle was and he wanted to see Jimmy since the incident last night with the show. He knew Jimmy would be there and they needed to talk about what happened with the show. He would deal with his injuries later.

Kyle knocked on the door, leaning against the frame he was just so tired. He slid down the wall sitting next to the door. The writer was drifting in and out of consciousness, Kyle felt like he hadnt slept in days.

The door opened a bit later Jimmy saw someone sitting against the wall. The familiar brown hair startled him, it was Kyle. He had gone to his brothers place the night before to stay, he didnt want to deal with Kyle or Karen at the moment since he said those horrible things about them last night.

He crouched down he shook the other boy, his eyes where closed and it scared Jimmy. Had he slept out here or something?

"Kyle, hey man wake up you cant sleep out here." He saw a large bruise on the side of his friends face, there was also smaller bruises and cuts. The sweat was making his hair stick to his face, he wasn't even wearing a coat. Jimmy felt his stomach drop when he saw blood staining Kyle's sweater down to his jeans.

He tapped the smaller boys face gently, finally Kyle's eyes opened a little. "Kyle, oh thank god. You need to get up." Jimmy tried pulling up his friend but Kyle was dead weight. He heard Kyle cry out in pain tears in his eyes. The boy's skin was cold and clammy to the touch.

It broke Jimmy's heart to see his best friend like this, what had happened after he left? He assumed Kyle had gotten in a fight or something. Kyle was staring blankly at the ground seemingly lost in his own head.

Jimmy was scared, he didn't what to do and he needed help. He dialed 911, not going to take any chances like last time. The operator picked up immediately.

"Hey my friend is hurt, I don't know how bad. He won't talk or anything but he cried when I tried to move him."

"Alright is he breathing?" The operator asked.

Jimmy bent down putting his hand to Kyle's chest, he could feel the fast breaths the other boy was taking.

"Kyle? Hey calm down." He still wasn't reacting to his voice.

"He's breathing really hard, I don't think he can hear me. Hes just staring into space." Jimmy said quickly to the operator.

"Alright, it sounds like your friend is in shock. We are sending an ambulance right now, you need to keep him warm, if hes in pain don't move him. He might have a more serious injury." The voice said.

Jimmy hung up, he wrapped his jacket around Kyle's small frame. Tears streamed down his face, he felt so guilty about last night. He ruined everything why did he take it out on Kyle the only one who had ever stuck with him through everything. The composer wished he could take everything back but that was impossible. Maybe if he stayed with Kyle he would have gotten hurt, he was going to kill whoever dare lay a hand on his best friend.

Jimmy began to feel the sting of the icy air, as he waited for the ambulance. Kyle's breathing had been growing worse over the last ten minutes. He resting his head on Kyle's shoulder pressing them closer together to keep warm.

The sound of the ambulance began to be heard in the distance. Jimmy stood up going to the street to wave at them. Two paramedics climbed out walking over to where Jimmy was crouched next to his friend.

"Whats his name?" The first one asked Jimmy. "Kyle Bishop. He's 24."Jimmy felt sick.

The paramedic crouched in front of Kyle shining a penlight in his eyes. "Kyle, can you tell me where you are in pain?" There was no response. The medic gently felt the top and back of the young writers head when he pulled back there was blood staining his glove.

He pulled off the jacket handing it to Jimmy. He called the other medic over for a stretcher. "He's in shock." He spoke quietly to the other medic. He gently took Kyle under his arms laying him down with his head on the coat. Kyle's eyes were drifting closed.

"No Kyle, please stay awake!" Jimmy begged. He could only watch as the paramedics carefully laid Kyle on the stretcher than strapping him down. He was allowed to sit in the back of van, he felt sick the entire time.

Jimmy watched as they cut open Kyle's shirt dark bruising of all different colors littered his chest and stomach. An oxygen mask was placed over his nose and mouth to help him breathe. A blanket was wrapped around his legs to keep him warm.

Jimmy put his face in his hands trying to calm himself down, this was the last thing he ever thought would happen. When they arrived at the emergency entrance Jimmy was put in a waiting room near the surgery where he was told to wait.

His hands where shaking he didn't know what to do now. He pressed call hoping Karen would answer.

"Jimmy? I'm in rehearsal." She said softly. "Do you know where Kyle is he never came this morning."

Jimmy let out a choked sob. "I'm at the h..hospital." His voice was shaky.

"What! Are you okay?" She was worried he had taken to many drugs the night before.

"Kyle... hes hurt really bad." Jimmy wiped his face with the sleeve.

"Oh god, I'll be there soon okay Jimmy." Karen assured him. He said goodbye before hanging up.