After three and a half years Randy has become a ghost of his former self. Mentally he was depressed, thought he was worthless, ugly and could do nothing right. Physically he was lucky if he weighed 200 pounds soaking wet. His face was gaunt and he had lost all his muscle. He never socialized because he was scared of Dave. Randy had to keep the apartment spic and span. Most days with working, cleaning and barely getting a few hours sleep at night, he was drained and could barely move. Dave seemed to thrive abusing Randy and went out of his way sometimes to make sure he did abuse Randy. So metaphorically speaking, Dave was slowly killing Randy.
This night was different though. Randy felt that he quite a few reasons to be happy. (1)He just got a promotion at work; he was now Rictor's top head chef. (2) Dave was coming home from a week business trip. (3) John- Randy's best friend, was going to be there at 10pm. He had called Randy a couple of weeks ago and told him that he was to New York to look at land to build a new gym. John owned a chain of gyms called Cena's Gym. Randy had asked Dave and he said that he didn't care and Randy could tell him whatever he wanted. Last but not least was (4) was that he was pregnant. He hadn't been feeling well lately and left work early to go see a doctor. The doctor told him he was about two months along.
As Randy was puttering around the kitchen he took inventory of the dishes he had made. Dave was having grilled steak with mushrooms and onions, baked potato with sour cream and chives, steamed asparagus and Dave's favorite dessert, German Chocolate Cake. Randy was having a salad, because if he ate anything else Dave would accuse him of being fat. As Randy finished setting the table Dave came home. Dave came into the kitchen and started eating; Randy sat down to eat with him.
"So, what are you so happy about," Dave said meanly. Randy smiled, "Well I got the promotion at work today." "Good now you can carry some of the weight around here." Randy just looked at Dave, but kept talking "also John is coming over tonight. You said you didn't care." Randy completely missed the fact that Dave was seriously irritated. How dare Randy invite John over? Yeah, he did say he didn't care, but that was a test. Randy knew he wasn't allowed to go anywhere or have anyone over. Randy being oblivious to what he would know as signs to be quiet continued, "and I'm pregnant," he happily announced. Randy didn't get a warning as he was yanked up by his arm and thrown face first into the kitchen wall with his arm wrenched behind him."It's his isn't it," Dave said menacingly into Randy's ear. "He came to town early and you let him in and fucked him." "No, the baby's yours Dave I swear."Randy cried out. Dave yanked his arm up harder and Randy heard the crack of his bones breaking as he screamed. With that Dave whipped Randy around while screaming in Randy's face, "It's not mine. I would never have a baby with a slut like you. And you are a slut Randy." Then as he continued screaming humiliating insults he punched Randy in the face, ribs, and stomach. As the beating continued, Randy tried his best to fend off the attack with one arm, but to no avail. After what seemed hours of being beaten Randy's legs gave out and he slid down the wall and laid on the floor in the fetal position. Dave's response to this, besides continually screaming at the man was to start kicking him in the kidneys and back. Eventually the beating stopped and the last thing that Randy would remember would be Dave bending down and whispering menacingly that he could die like the slut he was and the apartment door slamming shut. Then his world went black.
John had been knocking on the door for awhile now. He had a feeling that something was horribly wrong, so he tried to open the door and it wasn't locked. He walked in and saw nothing wrong. He searched all the rooms in front of the apartment and found that the only things missing were Randy and Dave. He thought that was weird because he knew Randy was expecting him. As he walked towards the kitchen the feeling that something was horribly wrong became stronger. He walked into the kitchen and froze, for there laying in the corner was his best friend. He snapped out of it and ran over to Randy's prone body noticing all the bruises, cuts and blood all over his body. As he kneeled down and took his phone out to call 911, he felt a slight pulse. Thank god, he thought as he gathered Randy in his arms waiting for EMS to get there. He couldn't believe that Dave would do this to Randy, he wanted to kill him. "Don't worry Randy, I'm here and that bastard will never hurt you again," John whispered wishing he knew if Randy had heard him or not. He really didn't know what he would do if he ever lost his best friend, the only person he deemed worthy enough to call "brother".
John was pacing the waiting room worriedly. When they were on their way to the hospital , Randy had almost flat-lined, and when they got there the EMS guys told the doctor on duty that Randy had a punctured lung and it had deflated. The doctor immediately sent them to OR and that is where John was left. Standing outside the OR doors and waiting for any information at all. He knew that he should call both families but he didn't want to until he knew if Randy was going to be alright. So he continued to worriedly pace.
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