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Anyways...I'm going to make you hate me...but please don't take down this story because of this chapter...
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Warnings: yaoi, dark themes, no extremely hateful reviews about the story now as a whole (you may hate all you want on the actions but not the story as a whole), GRAPHIC GRAPHIC description of rape, alcohol, drugs
"This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end? I'm hoping
My world is over one more time
Let's go!
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
...Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
The moments die, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading"
~Tears Don't Fall by Bullet for My Valentine
Chapter Twenty
A buzzing noise drew Matthew's attention as he drowsily rolled over, in his own bedroom -without Gilbert this time -after his mother had said that she was worried that Gilbert's grandfather would think he had been kidnapped or murdered. Katherine was taking her husband's disappearance in stride, only praying that he had run off with some cheap floozy and would never be coming back; something deep inside her told her that something more sinister was the case but she quickly and easily ignored that part of her, deciding to liquidate her husband's church and open up a bakery instead -she had always loved baking. The buzzing noise drew Matthew of his much needed sleep at two in the afternoon on a Saturday and, when he opened his eyes, he saw it was his cell phone.
Unhooking it from the charger by his bed and putting on his glasses, Matthew looked at the caller ID; needless to say, he was surprised when he saw "ICE CREAM" appear on the screen. "Carlos?" he mumbled and he rubbed sleep from his eyes and tried to get the cotton feeling out of his mouth, by running his tongue along his inner cheeks as well as the backs and fronts of his teeth, "You...what's up?"
"Hi, Matt..." Carlos said his tone soft and, even though Matthew was no where near the Cuban, he could tell that Carlos had a small smile on his face as he was talking, "Did I wake you?"
"Non, it's alright," he giggled, "I needed to wake up anyway."
"I'm glad...uhm, Matt, do you...I-I mean, you haven't been hanging with us lately," the Cuban said sounding hurt and vaguely upset, "are...are you ok?"
Guilt stabbed Matthew in the gut, making his heart hurt and his breath catch, a tiny breath escaping from between his lips as he inhaled. "I'm fine," he said reassuringly, "Thank you for asking, though, and...you and Tim? You're still together right? You guys are ok?"
"We're...we're ok...did-did we do something wrong? Do you just not want to be friends with us anymore...or...what?"
Carlos was so sweet, he was always so nice and caring, with emotions so clear that Matthew could easily read his emotions. There was guilt, a lot of it, as well as sadness and remorse. The blonde felt his heart twist, stuttering in its beat as he remembered all the nice things that Tim and -especially -Carlos did for him. They were his first friends, the first to accept him, they helped him forget his emotional pain, they helped him let loose. Tim was the steady hand, giving him tough love when he needed it, guided him when he didn't know where to go because -let's face it -Matthew needed rough hands, blunt words and sharp bites. What Matthew also needed were tight embraces, gentle touches and comforting caresses, Carlos was the comforter, the one that held Matthew gently, took his time and made sure that they both savored the feeling of sex. Carlos was gentle and Tim was tough; and, although Matthew didn't realize it until now, combined, they were like Gilbert; Gilbert gave him a slow, hard fuck so they could savor it, he cuddled Matthew in the after glow, held hands as they walked, giving as much as he was taking. Carlos was the soft side of Gilbert while Tim was the rough side, both loving and passionate in their own right. "No, non, you did nothing wrong!" Matthew exclaimed clutching his cell phone tighter, "Why would you think that?!"
"Well...you haven't talked to us at all...you haven't been hanging out with us, either, or coming to any of the parties we invite you to."
"Y-Yes I have! I've been to a few-."
"But you never hang out with us," Carlos said sounding exasperated, "You're always with your other friends or...or you're all over Gil, Mattie, you never acknowledge us!"
"...Carlos...Carlos, I am so, so sorry," he choked out, tears wobbling at the corners of his eyes, "I'm so sorry, I...j-just let me make it up to you, ok? We can hang out tonight if you want!"
"R...Really...?"
"Oui!" Matthew said quickly, not wanting Carlos to be upset anymore than he already was.
"Gr-Great! I'll pick you up at six thirty!" After Carlos hung up, the blonde opened his text icon and began texting his boyfriend.
~oOo~
Me: gud mornin boo
Do u mind if I hang wit Carlos n Tim 2nite?
I havnt been hangin wit them 2 much recently...
Sent 2:29 PM
^.^
Awesome BF: sure I don't mind birdie
Hav fun
N BE SAFE!
Sent 2:33 PM
^.^
Me: naawwwhhhh I think im gonna get kidnapped n mugged
Being kidnapped sounds especially exciting
Sent 2:35 PM
^.^
Awesome BF: wat ever
I'll jus fuck u in2 the floor l8r ;)
Sent 2:39 PM
^.^
Me: its a promise then :*
Sent 2:41 PM
~oOo~
Katherine sat on a bar stool at the kitchen island, sipping wine and training her eyes on the rounded, slip hips of Francine as the Frenchwoman made stew and freshly baked French bread. The woman had purposely worn a white skirt that clung tightly to her body's natural curves and was made out of a soft, light fabric, as well as gold, gladiator sandal high heels and a tight fitting, short sleeved, lavender blouse; combined with her usual red lipstick and the up-do her hair was twisted in, revealing her elegant, slim neck, the ensemble was obviously created to get a rise out of Katherine. Which was working, goddamn it! Katherine kept her teeth on her bottom lip the entire time, except when she decided to have some of her red wine. Although, Katherine did retaliate by slipping on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, not bothering with shoes or socks, her hair loose and messy around her shoulders and down her back, a bubble gum pink tank top and push up bra that made it look like she had more cleavage than her Double A breasts could provide and light make up -mascara, strawberry lipgloss and eyeliner -just like Francine liked her. The kitchen was silent, minus for the sound of food cooking and being prepared, and filled with sexual tension when Matthew came down the stairs.
He was wearing red skinny jeans ripped at the knees and frayed at the ends, black combat boots, a black belt with two chains hanging off the left side of his hip, a silver chain necklace with an orange gem, maple leaf pendent around his neck, a red and black, plaid beanie, black eyeliner, black nailpolish, a white grunge t-shirt with a red maple leaf on the front and the sleeves cut off to reveal -not only his entire arm -but also his arm pits and his sides all the way down to the bottom of his ribcage and a black, long sleeved, fishnet shirt beneath his t-shirt. Matthew looked between Francine and his mother, sensing the sexual tension between them and giggling.
His mother narrowed her eyes at him, raising one of her eyebrows curiously. "And where are you going dressed like that, young man?"
"I'm going out with my friends," he said twirling his house keys around his index finger with a grin, "Don't worry, though, I'll be back before midnight. Or I'll sleep over at one of their houses."
"Alright, don't get arrested."
Matthew giggled, "I won't. Maybe." His mother tsked just as there was a car honk coming from outside. "Thaaaaaaaaaaaat's Carlos. I'll see ya later, kiddies, don't have sex on in the kitchen. This is where we keep the food we're going to eat."
"MATTHEW!" Katherine exclaimed in shock and blushing bright red in embarrassment, "Don't-Don't-."
" 'ave fun, cher," Francine giggled waving her spoon in a good bye gesture, "Be safe."
"I will," he said kissing his mother on her blushing cheek before going over to where Francine was by the stove to kiss her cheek as well, "Au revoir! Use protection!"
"MATTHEW MICHEAL WILLIAMS!"
Matthew ran out of the house, giggling and laughing as Katherine grabbed a spatula and threw it at him. He ducked and managed to escape, secretly glad his mother had used her maiden name of 'Williams' instead of his father's last name of 'Jones'; it was a sign that things could only get better...right? (A/N: nope)
Carlos was waiting in his small, red, beat up car, waving when he saw Matthew running up to him. "Bonjour, Carlos," the blonde said with a bright smile as he slid into the passenger seat beside Carlos, "are we going to your house or...?"
"Si, Tim's there getting set up for the party. You know, beer and pizza and brownies and what not."
"Oui, I'm really glad you called!" Matthew said touching the Cuban's arm and smiling sweetly, "This will be really fun, just like old times!"
"Yeah...just like old times..." he said a bitter taste in his mouth as he swallowed thickly. Guilt was thick like lead at the bottom of his stomach, but he couldn't go back now; he had made a promise to Tim and he never, ever, went back on the promises to his beloved.
~oOo~
The music shook the house, black lights making body paint and body glitter glow and strobe lights making the grinding, jerking dance movements in the crowded house look surreal. There was a table full of pot brownies and boxes of extra large pepperoni and veggie pizzas, there was a bucket of ice and pop cans, alcohol bottles -empty and full -on the kitchen table and kitchen countertops. Teens lay passed out on the floor, making out on the couches or sitting in a circle and sharing a bong. Matthew laughed happily, floating from group to group with a bottle of white wine trapped between his middle and index fingers, talking to every body even if he didn't know them and pulling loners into awkward dances that made both parties giggle in amusement. He was, obviously enjoying himself, accepting a joint from Carlos and a red plastic cup filled with Mountain Dew and vodka from Tim. Matthew was sweating pleasantly as he lost himself to the pulsing dance music, swaying his arms above his head and rotating his hips, when he felt Carlos' big hands cradling his hips; he grinned, swaying and grinding against the Cuban's bigger body and wrapping his right arm around Carlos' thick neck. Not long after, Matthew felt Tim come up behind him, wrapping one around Matthew's chest and the other around his waist, the Canadian's back against Tim's chest. Matthew was sandwiched between the older, bigger males and was grinding and juking and dancing and swaying against and with both of them. Matthew was dancing so hard that he began to get too hot, sweating too much and too dizzy. "H-Hey, guys, I think I need to sit down," he said weakly pushing against Carlos' chest, his stomach rolling as the room pitched and spun beneath his feet, "I...I really don't feel too good..."
Tim smirked, lowering his head and sucking at the Sophomore's neck.
"Maybe we should take him to lie down..." Carlos suggested soothingly rubbing the other's hips.
"Ja," Tim said sinking his teeth into the blonde's neck despite his protests, "come on, Matt, let's go." Tim and Carlos grabbed one of the blonde's elbows each and leading him to their bedroom; Matthew got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach and tried to pull away but their grip was either too strong or he was too weak. Everyone else ignored them, Matthew had been dancing all night, after all, and had a lot to drink, including ten jello shots, two cups of Mountain Dew and vodka, three beers and five shots of tequila; Carlos and Tim were just being good friends, bringing Matthew somewhere to lay down or going to hold Matthew's hair back as he threw up. They were just being good friends.
Carlos picked the blonde up bridal style and threw him on the bed Carlos and Tim shared, while Tim locked their bedroom door. "Wha...what are you doing...?" Matthew mumbled eyelids drooping as he moved his heavy limbs, sitting himself up slightly on his elbows.
"Mattie, you've been a very bad boy~!" Tim cooed sadistically, crawling over the smaller male's body and pushing him back onto the bed, "You've been ignoring us, so we have to punish you~."
"N-No...Tim..." he said trying to push the older teen away as Tim began to bite and lip at his neck, it was violent and unpleasant, "W-What are you doing? I have a boyfriend, stop it!"
The harsh sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Tim stared at Matthew, shocked, that the little, meek, bitch had dared to slap him. That fucking whore! The man growled, slapping Matthew's face before tearing his shirt down the middle and biting harshly at the skin. "You stupid fucking bitch, you fucking forgot what your goddamn place was! You think you have any right to leave us? You are beneath us, we own you, you are our toy!"
He tried to scream and claw at Tim's face and shoulders, but he found that Carlos had taken both his wrists in Carlos' left hand, holding them down, while his right hand covered Matthew's mouth. Tearfully, he looked up at the Cuban -his friend -to see that, despite the guilt look in his brown eyes, Carlos wasn't stopping. Oh my God...oh my God, I'm about to be raped! Matthew realized his eyes widening as he began to furiously kick his legs, managing to kick Tim in the thigh.
"Fucking whore!" Tim yelled punching the smaller male in the gut -all the air rushed from Matthew's lungs and he had trouble catching his breath -and Tim began to rub his knee violently against Matthew's cock, twisting his nipples roughly as he did, "Look, you're even getting hard. Aren't you the little slut~. See, you're liking it, aren't you? Filthy little bitch!"
Matthew's protests were muffled, his movements constricted, especially as his skinny jeans and boxer briefs were pulled down around his ankles, keeping his legs from launching up and kicking. He tried to scream for help, for them to stop, but never shed a single tear...until Tim shoved himself inside with no preparation or lube, there was an audible tearing noise and the feeling of blood running down Matthew's thigh, and Matthew screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed, sobbing violently and trying to pull his hands out of Carlos' grip; but Carlos' grip didn't loosen, all he did was watch as Tim started to tear and mercilessly pound into the Sophomore. Tears ran down Matthew's face as he sobbed for them to "stop", for them to "please, stop".
Worst of all, all Matthew could think about was Gilbert. What would the albino think? Oh my God, Gilbert, I am so sorry; I am so fucking sorry!
...pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase don't hate me. I was actually going to do it much more graphic but then I chickened out and was like "yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no"
Anyways, I'm not going to update for a while because I need to focus on my priorities (aka homework) which I haven't completed soooooooooooooooooo yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Sorry for grammar/spelling errors...I hope it was legible...
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Characters mentioned/appeared:
Katherine (OC) (Matt and Al's mom)
Carlos (Cuba)
Francine (Fem!France) (Francis' mom)
Tim (Netherlands)
Matthew (Canada)
Gilbert (Prussia)
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~kitty