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It was a week after the rage party and Justin was just waking up. He still couldn't get used to the fact that he and Brian were no longer together. He shifted uncomfortably in Ethan's arms and removed himself from the bed. Justin walked quietly to the bathroom, tears welling up in his eyes just as they have been every morning since the party.
He loved and missed Brian immensely; but he knew there was no turning back. He'd made his decision and now had to stand by it. Tears flowed like streams as he went through his memories. The first time they met, the time Brian stood up to Justin's father, the time Justin's father attacked Brian outside of Babylon.
He stayed in the bathroom, crying, for a half-hour, then wiping his red eyes he opened the bathroom door. Justin jumped. Ethan was standing in the doorframe staring at him. "Jesus, Ethan, you scared the shit out of me." Justin nervously laughed, pushing past him and walking towards the kitchen.
"You were crying again, weren't you?" Ethan asked, bitterly. "I told you before, I wasn't crying. I've just got a cold." Justin replied. "Don't lie to me. You were crying over that prick, Brian, again!" Ethan yelled.
"Brian is not a prick!" Justin screamed. Ethan grabbed Justin roughly and punched him in the mouth, then threw him to the ground. "Don't ever raise you voice to me! Understand?" Ethan yelled. Justin just lay on the floor touching his lips and staring at Ethan in disbelief.
Ethan glanced at Justin and sighed. He grabbed some paper towels and ran them under the sink, then walked to Justin and knelt down. "I'm sorry. I just don't like when people lie or yell at me. I'm really sorry. I swear it'll never happen again. I love you, Justin." Ethan spoke.
Justin said nothing. He was still in the same state as when Ethan had hit him. Ethan lightly touched Justin's hand and softly asked, "Let me see?" Still, there was no response from Justin. Ethan pulled Justin's hand away from his mouth and saw that his bottom lip was bloody. He delicately wiped the blood off, then stood back up.
"I'm sorry, Justin. But, you know this really wasn't my fault. You shouldn't have yelled at me." Ethan spoke, once again, glancing at Justin whom still remained motionless.
"Ugh! Fine, if you're just going to sit there like a zombie, I'm leaving. I'll be back in a few hours with lunch. Maybe by then you'll stop crying over the prick!" Ethan spoke, exasperatedly. He slammed the door as he left.
"Brian's not a prick." Justin spoke to the empty room. Then he lay on the floor in a fetal position, thinking of what had just happened.
It was a week after the rage party and Justin was just waking up. He still couldn't get used to the fact that he and Brian were no longer together. He shifted uncomfortably in Ethan's arms and removed himself from the bed. Justin walked quietly to the bathroom, tears welling up in his eyes just as they have been every morning since the party.
He loved and missed Brian immensely; but he knew there was no turning back. He'd made his decision and now had to stand by it. Tears flowed like streams as he went through his memories. The first time they met, the time Brian stood up to Justin's father, the time Justin's father attacked Brian outside of Babylon.
He stayed in the bathroom, crying, for a half-hour, then wiping his red eyes he opened the bathroom door. Justin jumped. Ethan was standing in the doorframe staring at him. "Jesus, Ethan, you scared the shit out of me." Justin nervously laughed, pushing past him and walking towards the kitchen.
"You were crying again, weren't you?" Ethan asked, bitterly. "I told you before, I wasn't crying. I've just got a cold." Justin replied. "Don't lie to me. You were crying over that prick, Brian, again!" Ethan yelled.
"Brian is not a prick!" Justin screamed. Ethan grabbed Justin roughly and punched him in the mouth, then threw him to the ground. "Don't ever raise you voice to me! Understand?" Ethan yelled. Justin just lay on the floor touching his lips and staring at Ethan in disbelief.
Ethan glanced at Justin and sighed. He grabbed some paper towels and ran them under the sink, then walked to Justin and knelt down. "I'm sorry. I just don't like when people lie or yell at me. I'm really sorry. I swear it'll never happen again. I love you, Justin." Ethan spoke.
Justin said nothing. He was still in the same state as when Ethan had hit him. Ethan lightly touched Justin's hand and softly asked, "Let me see?" Still, there was no response from Justin. Ethan pulled Justin's hand away from his mouth and saw that his bottom lip was bloody. He delicately wiped the blood off, then stood back up.
"I'm sorry, Justin. But, you know this really wasn't my fault. You shouldn't have yelled at me." Ethan spoke, once again, glancing at Justin whom still remained motionless.
"Ugh! Fine, if you're just going to sit there like a zombie, I'm leaving. I'll be back in a few hours with lunch. Maybe by then you'll stop crying over the prick!" Ethan spoke, exasperatedly. He slammed the door as he left.
"Brian's not a prick." Justin spoke to the empty room. Then he lay on the floor in a fetal position, thinking of what had just happened.