11:38 AM, Sunday morning, February 15.

Gavin woke up in the living room of his English home, his face throbbed along with his heartbeat. He was on the floor and didn't dare to move. He tried thinking of what happened but all of it was a sloppy blur. He got to his knees and the blood rushed to his aching head. Wanting to lay back down and sleep forever he got the strength to get up. Rising to his feet slowly, he stood straight up. Popping his back in several places before suddenly becoming dizzy, he fell forward and lost his footing, causing him to ram into the wall in front of him. As he crumbled into the floor, pain shooting all over his weak, bruised body, He laid on the floor sobbing; as he did, the memories finally came back.

8:13 PM, Saturday evening, February 14.

Dan and Gavin was always a thing, but only a few knew about it. His friends back home didn't, but Michael was skeptical. It was Valentines night and the couple decided to go out to a bar for a couple of drinks. The bars name was The Box; it was a quiet bar with cheap drinks. There was one thing about bar that Gavin didn't like: It was a titty bar.
As Gavin and Dan sat at the table in the lounge room, Dan looked around and admired the topless women while Gavin was super uncomfortable. Gavin sipped on his beer as a young woman dressed in a Police Box stripper outfit walked up to him. "Hello," The stripper smiled as she sat on his lap. He placed his beer on the table and tried gently shooing the girl away. "I'm sorry. I'm not really in to that." He said as she stood up. "I know who you are." She smirked as she bent down in front of him trying to show off her breast. "You're Gavin, Aren't you?" "Y-yes I am." He said with a face of disgust. "My son just loves you in RooterTeeth." She cooed smiling. "Y-your son? That's nice." He smiled trying to get out of the situation. "Please ma'am. I do apologize. He said standing up. He looked to his side and Dan wasn't there. As the lady walked off he spotted Dan being dragged into a private room. A knot was instantly tied in his stomach. "No..." He whispered "Not again." He marched to the private room and tried opening the door, but it was locked. He was so angry he couldn't stand it. He bit his tongue and went back to the table to get the keys to his car. He grabbed his jacket and dug though the pockets. "Damn." No keys. He shrugged and looked back at the door. "Good bye, Dan."

11:56 PM, Saturday evening, February 14.
With a slam, he heard the front door of his apartment close. Dan was home. Gavin was in the kitchen, drinking all of Dan's liquor. Gavin wasn't drunk as he could be, he didn't need to be drunk for what was about to happen. "Where are you?!" Dan growled from the living room. The tone in his voice told Gavin immediately that Dan was mad. "Kitchen." Gavin said as he placed the whiskey bottle back into the cabinet. Dan stomped his way the kitchen and stood there, arm folded. "Why'd you leave?" He spoke. "Because, I didn't want to see you go into a room with a stripper. Do you honestly think I'd be okay with that?" "Well you give me none." Dan growled with a smirk. "Do I need to, Dan? Do I really need to give you sex for you to be happy with me?" Gavin replied. "Uh... Yeah." Dan chuckled. "Well I'm not anytime soon." Gavin shook his head looking Dan in the eye. "Excuse me? When I want something from you, I get it." He growled as he stepped up to Gavin. "I'll make sure of it." He whispered as his fist connected to Gavin's face. He fell to the floor, out cold.

1:17 PM, Sunday Afternoon, February 15.

Gavin was in his bathroom, staring at his face and his chest. The giant, dark bruise on his face was horrible looking, probably the saddest part was that you could see the imprint of the 'Forever' ring that Gavin had gave Dan earlier yesterday. His body shook. Cold, broken, scared.
He took a shower with the hottest water he could stand. Washing blood and God knows what off his body. He cried for about thirty minutes just thinking of what could have happened, worse, if Dan was still in the house or not. He got out of the shower and got himself dressed. He was relieved that he found his phone but it was dead. He sat on the bed he shared with Dan. Looking at the pictures around the room of the two wondering where it all went wrong a few months ago. As the phone charged, Gavin turned it on. He waited a few minutes before his phone went off. It was a text message from Michael.
"Michael:
'I miss you! When are you coming home?'
Tears swelled up in his eyes. "Mi-coooool." He whispered. He dialed Michael's number. It rang and it rang and it rang and it ra- "Gaaaaavvvviiiiinnnnn!" Michael answered the phone, delighted to hear from his best friend "Michael, w-where are you?" He said, sobbing quietly. "I'm at the office... What's wrong, Gavin, why are you crying?" "L-Let me talk to Geoff..." He cried out over the phone. In a shuffle he heard the phone being handed off to Geoff. "Hellllllo?" Geoff said. "G-Geoff, please." Gavin cried out. "G-go into another room with l-less people." Gavin gasped for air through sobs. "Alright, I'm in the bathroom. What's wrong?" "D-Dan b-beat me, Geoff, There was blood, and I have bruises…" He lost his voice as he fell into a deep sob. "H-help me get a plane ticket a-as soon as po-possible p-please?" Gavin cried. "Already looking, How about this evening at six thirty?" "That's great, thank you so much." He said as he hung up the phone. He quickly grabbed a back pack and started to load it with all the important stuff.

1:26 AM, Sunday morning, February 15.
He was woken up by a strange pressure in his lower tummy. Gavin knew what was happening; he just didn't want to admit it. "Dan... Please stop…" He groaned out, trying to get up. "Great, you're awake." Dan smiled as he pushed Gavin back into the floor. "Dan please... Please stop." "Nah, I'm good." He laughed as he shoved himself deeper inside of Gavin. Gavin cried out in pain and tried once more to wiggle away from him. "Dan stop it! Stop this right now!" Gavin cried out louder. "Y-you're hurting me, Dan." Gavin sobbed as he found himself helpless. "I trusted you!" He cried out once more. "Shut up." Dan chuckled a drunken chuckle. "You were so cute and quiet when you were unconscious. Maybe we should make that happen again..." Dan whispered into Gavin's ear as he took the nearest thing –which was a vase- and cracked it over Gavin's head, causing him to fall back into blackness.

2:04 PM, Sunday afternoon, February 15.

Gavin had wondered into the living room, finally having the strength to gaze around the tattered room. The vase, which his mother had given him, lay shattered on the floor. Blood on the carpet… Bloody handprints? He took fragile steps into the kitchen. "Oh my God." He was speechless. Blood was all over the floor. He didn't know what to think, all he knew is that he wanted out of that house right then and there… Gavin didn't know if he was angry, scared, or what. He walked back through the house, headed towards the front door. It will be a long time until he sees the inside of this apartment again. His hand touched the door knob when he saw a picture of Dan and himself. He picked up the picture and studied it. Dan was cute back then, they were so happy at one point. Gavin saw tears drop onto the picture and he became filled with rage. He yelled and threw the framed picture across the room, causing it to fall apart as it hit the wall. "Fuck this place." He said as he left the battlefield behind with a slam of the door.

6:00 PM, Sunday evening, February 15.

Gavin sat in the terminal of the airport, head down. Not daring to look up. He kept to himself the whole time. RING. RRIINNG. He yelped as his phone rang. He looked at it to see who was calling him. "Geoff." He answered the phone, happy to hear from his friend. "Gavin, I'm so glad you're okay. Are you at the airport?" Geoff asked. "Yeah, the plane is boarding in ten minutes," They paused for a minute. "Thank you, Geoff. I can't wait to see you." Gavin smiled. "Ditto, buddy… I'll see you in a few hours. Bye, Gavin." "B-bye Geoff." Gavin sighed and sat back in the chair. "Now boarding, flight 136," Gavin got up and grabbed his pack. He looked at the people headed to the door. He was slightly embarrassed because of the fresh black eye. He kept his head down and only smiled at people if eye contact was made. "Passport, honey." A large black woman said to Gavin. He got out his passport and handed it to the woman. She smiled and looked at him. Her smile faded. "I hope things get better for you, sweetie. I'll be praying." She smiled again and sent him along.

6:25 PM, Sunday evening, February 15.

He sat in the seat of his plane. He was gripping the armrests for dear life. He flew all the time but he was so nervous. He told himself to relax and ordered a beer. His phone started vibrating he thought it was Geoff again so he mindlessly answered the phone. "Hello?" "Um...Where are you?" Gavin's stomach dropped. "D-Dan.." Gavin gasped, Quickly canceling the call. Remembering his voice sent him back into his horrible memory of last night. "No.. No..." He said as he curled up in his seat. BUZZZ... Another call, He saw that it was Dan again and ignored it, letting it go to voice mail. After about 3 minutes, Gavin picked up his phone. He shot Geoff a quick text.
"Hey, the plane is taking off in about five minutes.. Dan called.. Twice.."
"Please turn all electronic devices off." The announcer called. Gavin switched his phone to 'airplane mode' as the device approved of his actions a text slipped in right as the phone turned its signals off.
Dan:
"If you're on a plane, headed to Texas right now. You're in trouble."
Gavin's anger grew and he shut the phone down completely. He sat back with his head down. What was he going to do? He just wanted to be held by someone. His eyes watered with the thoughts of being alone now that Dan was gone. He wiped his eyes and looked into the reflection of his phone at his black eye. You could still see the imprint. He crossed his arms as the flight took off. Letting the final tears of pain wash away the memories of Valentine's Day.