Okay, chapter 4 is here! If you thought that the last chapter was bad, this one is even worse, and it's going to keep getting worse as it continues. You have been warned. Thank you Stronger Than A Moose, x-Butterfree-x,ieroXrocks, The Crack Fox and Mrs Old Gregg for the reviews you're all amazing. Also, have a nice first day at school Stronger Than A Moose! Hope you like the chapter ^0^
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The days carried on much the same after the incident, Vince tried his best not to upset Howard in any way so that hopefully there wouldn't be a repeat. He arrived to work on time, and while he was there he didn't say a word, no matter who it was that waltzed into the shop. Vince just sat there lifelessly.
But Howard always found a reason to hit Vince, even if it was for things he didn't do.
Vince had no idea how to handle the situation, he rarely ever got a scratch before, now he was dealing with what could only be a fractured rib. And Howard had caused it. Vince had spent hours trying to figure out what had caused Howard to snap, but there was just no reason for his behavior. So Vince eventually gave up trying to figure it out and just accepted that it was his fault.
He hadn't been out of the flat since last Monday, and every so often some of his friends would come by the shop asking him to go clubbing, only to have Howard scare them off with his jazzy nature. And he had hardly eaten either, the last time he tried to have a decent meal, Howard smacked on the side of the head with a frying pan so hard that he woke up hours later with a killer headache and a lump the size of a golf ball. Apparently eating was a privilege he didn't deserve.
Howard was also forcing Vince to listen to jazz and it was killing him, yesterday after the 4th consecutive hour of jazz Vince's throat closed up and he looked to Howard for help, to shut the jazz off. But Howard just stared at him and laughed while he gasped for air. It wasn't until the black spots started dancing around his vision that Howard shut off the music and Vince felt his airways opening back up. A few minutes later, the jazz was back on and Vince promptly passed out.
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It was now Wednesday, and Vince couldn't believe that all this had been going on for almost 2 weeks; it had seemed so much longer. Only 2 weeks, and already almost everything that was Vince was gone. He still styled his hair, but he hardly saw the point anymore.
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Vince slowly descended the stairs down into the shop, these days, it hurt to move, but he knew it would hurt a lot worse if he didn't get to work. When he finally reached the shop, he gingerly slid himself into his chair, stifling a groan as he jarred his injured rib. He no longer greeted Howard when he came down, that just gave him another reason to punish him.
So they sat in complete silence, none of the usual banter, no crimps, no nothing, they were no longer Vince and Howard, they were a beaten and abused man and the person who made him that way.
Leroy came in around 3 and strolled right up to Vince.
"Alright Vince!" Leroy shouted cheerfully, causing Vince to visibly finch, but not look up or offer a reply.
"Oy Vince!" Leroy tried again waving a hand in front of his unresponsive friend.
"What do you want Leroy?" Howard asked, clearly not caring.
"Jus' wanted to see what was up with Vince, 'e 'asn't been out 'n about much lately."
"Well, Leroy, you've seen him, he isn't feeling to hot at the moment, so unless you plan on buying something, you should probably go."
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get rid of me." Leroy smiled, but was met with a blank face from Howard, and Vince had yet to move.
"Alright, alright, catch ya later. Feel better Vince." Leroy said, waving as he walked back out the door, not noticing the pleading look Vince was giving him; but Howard did.
Howard got up from his chair and walked over to the door, locking it and flipping the sign around to closed; a fearful Vince watching his every move.
"Come on upstairs Vince."
"W-why?" Vince asked shakily, but Howard just walked up the stairs and Vince had no choice but to follow.
Upon reaching the final step, Vince was violently thrown to the floor, screaming as pain exploded in his back.
"So, you want someone to save you huh?" Howard sneered, straddling Vince, and making it difficult for him to breath as well as putting way too much weight on his injured ribs.
"N-no" Vince gasped out.
"Well good, because no one is going to save you. You're not worth saving, anyone can see that. You're nothing but a common whore, taking up space in the world, and making other people miserable."
"W-why are you d-doing this." Vince asked sadly as the tears streamed from his eyes.
"Because Vince, you deserve it." Howard said simply. "Now open that pretty mouth of yours."
'No, this can't happen again, I need to get away!' Vince thought frantically, and without even thinking about the consequences, he punched Howard square in the face, knocking him to the ground. Vince saw his chance, and scrambled away, running as fast as he could into the bedroom and locking the door, not even looking back when he heard Howard growl. He knew he wasn't safe, but maybe, just maybe Howard wouldn't come after him. But as something heavy slammed into the door, Vince knew that wasn't the case.
"You're going to regret that Vince!" Howard yelled, once again slamming into the door. Vince hid himself under the covers, and as he heard the door burst open he quieted the sobs that were racking his body.
"Vince…" Howard said quietly, such a contrast from the voice he had used only moments ago, "I really didn't want to do this, but you really leave me no choice."
Vince gasped as the duvet was ripped away, leaving him defenseless against the man, who he had once called his best friend, towering over him, grinning from ear to ear.
"H-Howard" Vince tried but was silenced by a punch in the gut that had him gasping for air.
Howard used this to his advantage, quickly pulling off Vince's shirt and using it to tie his hands to the headboard.
"W-what are you d-doing Howard?" Vince stuttered as soon as he was able to breathe again.
"Only what you deserve Vince." Howard said happily, while he started removing Vince's drainpipes.
Vince had known what Howard was planning the second he saw the way he was looking at him, it wasn't the first time someone had looked at him like that, and it wouldn't be the last, but all the same, he didn't want to believe it, Howard might beat him up a bit, but he wouldn't actually rape him. The fact that Howard was pulling off his clothes though, didn't allow Vince to hold onto that delusion for long. He couldn't really do much with his arms bound, but he tried kicking Howard off him, resulting in a punch to the face.
In a matter of seconds, Vince was lying naked and bound on the bed; it was painfully obvious what was going to happen now.
"P-please Howard, don't d-do this!" Vince cried helplessly.
"Then how would you learn your lesson?"
"I'm s-sorry, I'll do whatever you want, just don't do this." Vince said frantically as Howard removed his own clothes and spread Vince's legs before sliding between them.
"I believe you said that last time, yet here we are. Now, just relax and this shouldn't hurt too badly." Howard smirked and thrust into Vince without any preparation.
Vince screamed, he had never been in so much pain; it was like he was being ripped in half, and as Howard continued to thrust into him, he felt something inside break. He couldn't think with all the pain, all he could do was cry, and wait for it to be over.
No matter what Howard and everyone else seemed to believe, Vince was not a whore, he slept with girls as much as any normal person did, but he wouldn't just sleep with anyone, and while he may be 'the confuser,' on the rare occasion he left the clubs with a guy on his arm, he was always on top.
Vince might not be a virgin in the true sense of the word, but he had always planned on saving this part of himself for when the right guy had come along. Always secretly hoping that it would be Howard, but never imagining it would be like this. Howard was supposed to be his hero, his jazz freak, but most of all he was supposed to be his friend.
Vince sobbed as he felt Howard climax, falling on top of Vince and catching his breath before slowly removing himself from the broken body of his friend. "That was fun, I'll be back later and we can do it again." Howard said cheerfully, walking out through the busted door and into the bathroom, leaving Vince tied to the bed, quietly sobbing as blood and semen pooled around him.
"I j-just want m-my Howard b-back…" Vince cried pathetically, before the pain forced him into unconsciousness.
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Well, I told you it was going to get worse. Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter, reviews would be magical.
