I Love The Way You Lie

Part: 2

Hayner's P.O.V.

Hayner never really hesitated to tell people who he was with, and how they got together. After all, the beginning of the story wasn't too bad, and it seemed the future for them seemed the brightest ever, that they would always be together. What he'd fail to tell them, however, is that it didn't really turn out like that… Hayner knew it wasn't something all that good, and actually seemed pretty evil to his friends, but he wasn't really surprised anymore. It was just normal now, all the hitting, kicking, scratching. Just something that Hayner was use to.

He knew Seifer needed an escape, a vent for all that anger they both knew he had, and Hayner was the only closest target. But Hayner didn't mind. It had been normal before they became a couple, so why shouldn't it be normal now? Even after all that Seifer would do, he would always be Hayner's hero, no matter what… Even though he had lost his mind a long time ago just from being in a relationship.

It was just an even sadder truth that their voices where constantly the loudest they could go, their throats sore and raw from all the yelling. But sometimes, Hayner would notice, the words got too cumbersome, so they would just pick up something from their close proximity; a glass, a plate, a picture frame, even their own cell phones. It was a tug of war that Hayner was constantly trying to win, but Seifer always did, because he was always right, even if he was wrong. So Seifer told him the first things that came to his mind; how much he loved him, that he'd stop, that nothing would ever be like this again. Some cheap lies just to make Hayner stop, and it nearly always worked.

Because Hayner always bought them.

And Seifer's promises were just as empty as his threats, but his words violent and hurtful. How Hayner ever got used to all of it was beyond his comprehension, because it wasn't health to be in a relationship like this, not at all, and Olette made sure that got into his thick skull. But it was all the fighting, yelling, arguing and punching that kept Hayner there, that kept him satisfied, and it was sick. For some reason, Hayner never hated being pushed, kicked, punched and slapped then fucked to the point of unconciousness.

So maybe he was a masochist, who would ever be able to know? Olette had told him he needed to just dump the loser already, because he deserved so much better, but Hayner never wanted to leave, never. He'd tried before, but he felt so lost without Seifer around, so he gave up that idea, because the only thing that could ever get him to leave was if the walls around his heart were set up into flames along with every single memory he had with Seifer…

Only then would he ever be able to walk out.

More than once had he waken up in Seifer's arms, sore, sticky and naked, and he'd just stir a little until Seifer woke up, then claim he'd get back at him for the fact Seifer pushed him into a coffee table. Then Seifer push him off, just Hayner expected, and then scream at him not to touch him as Hayner tried to apologize. Hayner's brown eyes would start to fill with tears, and he'd grab the nearest pair of pants (usually Seifer's) and put them on, running out of the room in a rush, with Seifer following close behind. His older lover would wrap his arms around Hayner and tell him that he'd be nothing without him, that he'd be lost, and nothing would ever make sense. Hayner would buy it and hug him around his middle gently, and tell him that he'd always love him.

Then, Hayner would push him as he remembered what this would lead to, even though the destructive path they were going down couldn't get any worse. They were a couple of psychopaths, and they knew that no matter how many knifes they managed to put in each other's backs, that they'd always have their backs because they were just made for each other, almost. Hayner would hit Seifer hard enough to leave marks twice, but then he'd have a nice collection of bruises, scratches and cuts. It was just the way it went, as horrible as it sounded. But it didn't matter much, because they had a mini-youth fountain with as many chances as they needed with each other.

Their love was crazy, and they might have been nuts, but it was just about the only thing they knew. They were too blind to realize what love really was, so they just went with whatever their hearts told them, which in this case was fighting and arguing. Hayner and Seifer would refuse counseling, because it just wasn't anything they could be able to talk out. Seifer was out of his mind, as was Hayner, but without the other, they lost their minds even more.

Hayner could only guess that was why he loved the way Seifer lied.