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Justin awoke to loud screaming. "What the fuck is this? Justin answer me!" Ethan screamed. "Justin rubbed his eyes and glanced over to see Ethan holding the notebook he had been scribbling in the previous day. His face went pale and he opened his mouth to speak but couldn't form the words. "I said, what the fuck is this? 'I think I made a mistake. I shouldn't have left with Ethan. Brian was the one I wanted. I still want him. I don't really even feel love for Ethan.' You fucking prick, speak. How dare you write this shit!" Ethan screamed.
"I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like." Justin tried. "Not what it looks like? Could it be any more obvious?" Ethan raged. "Ethan, please, just let me explain." Justin spoke, walking in front of him. "Fuck your explaining!" Ethan yelled as he slammed his fist into Justin's face. He flung him against the wall and began furiously hitting him. "Stop! Please stop! I'm sorry. Please. Let me go." Justin begged. "Damn it!" Ethan shouted, backing away. Justin lie against a corner, shuttering. Bruises covered his face and blood ran from his nose.
"Why do you keep doing this, Justin? Why can't you just deal with the fact that I love you instead of trying to make me hurt you? Do you like me hurting you? I don't. I love you, Justin. Why can't you just deal with it and stop wishing for that asshole? He can never love you like I can. Hell, he can't even say the fucking words!" Ethan spoke. "I-I know. I love you, Ethan, not him. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you." Justin returned. Ethan frowned and sat on the floor next to Justin. He reached his arms out and Justin jerked away. Ethan scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Justin.
Standing up, Ethan commanded, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a little while. Try to clean yourself up or something." He walked out and Justin was left alone. He didn't want to move but was afraid not to obey Ethan's command to clean up. He staggered towards the bathroom and washed the blood from his face. His muscles ached and his face was black and blue. Justin stared at his eyes. His once beautiful eyes sparkling with youth and happiness now reflected nothing but sadness, terror, and loneliness.
Justin tore his gaze from the mirror as he heard the door open. Ethan appeared and tossed a plastic bag at him. "I figured you might want to use this." Ethan explained. Justin opened the bag to find a compact of foundation. "Thanks." He hoarsely replied. Ethan left the room as Justin began to put on the make-up.
Justin awoke to loud screaming. "What the fuck is this? Justin answer me!" Ethan screamed. "Justin rubbed his eyes and glanced over to see Ethan holding the notebook he had been scribbling in the previous day. His face went pale and he opened his mouth to speak but couldn't form the words. "I said, what the fuck is this? 'I think I made a mistake. I shouldn't have left with Ethan. Brian was the one I wanted. I still want him. I don't really even feel love for Ethan.' You fucking prick, speak. How dare you write this shit!" Ethan screamed.
"I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like." Justin tried. "Not what it looks like? Could it be any more obvious?" Ethan raged. "Ethan, please, just let me explain." Justin spoke, walking in front of him. "Fuck your explaining!" Ethan yelled as he slammed his fist into Justin's face. He flung him against the wall and began furiously hitting him. "Stop! Please stop! I'm sorry. Please. Let me go." Justin begged. "Damn it!" Ethan shouted, backing away. Justin lie against a corner, shuttering. Bruises covered his face and blood ran from his nose.
"Why do you keep doing this, Justin? Why can't you just deal with the fact that I love you instead of trying to make me hurt you? Do you like me hurting you? I don't. I love you, Justin. Why can't you just deal with it and stop wishing for that asshole? He can never love you like I can. Hell, he can't even say the fucking words!" Ethan spoke. "I-I know. I love you, Ethan, not him. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you." Justin returned. Ethan frowned and sat on the floor next to Justin. He reached his arms out and Justin jerked away. Ethan scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Justin.
Standing up, Ethan commanded, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a little while. Try to clean yourself up or something." He walked out and Justin was left alone. He didn't want to move but was afraid not to obey Ethan's command to clean up. He staggered towards the bathroom and washed the blood from his face. His muscles ached and his face was black and blue. Justin stared at his eyes. His once beautiful eyes sparkling with youth and happiness now reflected nothing but sadness, terror, and loneliness.
Justin tore his gaze from the mirror as he heard the door open. Ethan appeared and tossed a plastic bag at him. "I figured you might want to use this." Ethan explained. Justin opened the bag to find a compact of foundation. "Thanks." He hoarsely replied. Ethan left the room as Justin began to put on the make-up.