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As Justin heard the doorknob turn, he hurriedly threw the notebook he was writing in into his school bag. Ethan walked in holding a pizza box. "Hey." Ethan spoke softly. "Hey." Justin replied, feigning a smile. Ethan smiled back. "I see you're off the floor, at least." Ethan commented. "Yeah." Justin quietly responded. His gaze flickered to the floor, but he forced himself to look at Ethan. 'Pretend you're fine. Just pretend everything is fine' Justin repeated in his head. Truth be told he was terrified. If one little argument could turn into abuse, what would happen if it were slightly bigger? And even though Ethan said it would never happen again, how could he really be sure? He barely knew Ethan, really.
"I didn't mean for that to happen earlier..." Ethan spoke gently. "It doesn't matter. It was an accident, right? Let's just not talk about it." Justin spoke back. "Well, I got lunch." Ethan said, setting the pizza box on the table. "Great." Justin replied, opening the box and taking a slice. The whole situation made him sick. This man hit him only a few hours ago and here he was pretending everything was fine and having to eat when really he wanted to vomit.
The pizza tasted like dirt. He was so nauseated by the situation that even his taste buds weren't functioning right. Even through the revolting taste, Justin had managed to eat every bite of his slice. "I'm going to take a shower." Justin informed Ethan. Ethan just nodded as he watched the blond walk towards the bathroom. Once inside, Justin turned on the water and ran to the toilet. Kneeling in front of it, he threw up his lunch. He cried silent tears, as everything in his body seemed to be coming up his esophagus.
When it seemed like nothing more would come out he laid his back against the filthy floor. Slowly, he stood and stripped off his clothes. The tears were still pouring down his face when he got into the shower and crouched on the floor of it. His arms cradled his knees as he watched the water rush into the drain.
After an hour had went by, he shut off the shower and redressed. Leaving the room, he walked to the bed and lay down. Ethan walked over and lay down next to him. Knowing what had to be done, Justin threw his arms around Ethan and rested his head on his chest. Shutting his eyes tight, he wished sleep upon himself.
As Justin heard the doorknob turn, he hurriedly threw the notebook he was writing in into his school bag. Ethan walked in holding a pizza box. "Hey." Ethan spoke softly. "Hey." Justin replied, feigning a smile. Ethan smiled back. "I see you're off the floor, at least." Ethan commented. "Yeah." Justin quietly responded. His gaze flickered to the floor, but he forced himself to look at Ethan. 'Pretend you're fine. Just pretend everything is fine' Justin repeated in his head. Truth be told he was terrified. If one little argument could turn into abuse, what would happen if it were slightly bigger? And even though Ethan said it would never happen again, how could he really be sure? He barely knew Ethan, really.
"I didn't mean for that to happen earlier..." Ethan spoke gently. "It doesn't matter. It was an accident, right? Let's just not talk about it." Justin spoke back. "Well, I got lunch." Ethan said, setting the pizza box on the table. "Great." Justin replied, opening the box and taking a slice. The whole situation made him sick. This man hit him only a few hours ago and here he was pretending everything was fine and having to eat when really he wanted to vomit.
The pizza tasted like dirt. He was so nauseated by the situation that even his taste buds weren't functioning right. Even through the revolting taste, Justin had managed to eat every bite of his slice. "I'm going to take a shower." Justin informed Ethan. Ethan just nodded as he watched the blond walk towards the bathroom. Once inside, Justin turned on the water and ran to the toilet. Kneeling in front of it, he threw up his lunch. He cried silent tears, as everything in his body seemed to be coming up his esophagus.
When it seemed like nothing more would come out he laid his back against the filthy floor. Slowly, he stood and stripped off his clothes. The tears were still pouring down his face when he got into the shower and crouched on the floor of it. His arms cradled his knees as he watched the water rush into the drain.
After an hour had went by, he shut off the shower and redressed. Leaving the room, he walked to the bed and lay down. Ethan walked over and lay down next to him. Knowing what had to be done, Justin threw his arms around Ethan and rested his head on his chest. Shutting his eyes tight, he wished sleep upon himself.