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"Take off your clothes, Justin. I need to see how bad it is." Brian spoke, once inside the loft. "Please, don't make me. It's not bad, I swear." Justin quietly spoke. "Please, Justin. Let me see." Brian sighed. Tears welled up in Justin's eyes as he took off his shirt and pants.
"Christ! How many times has he done this to you?" Brian shouted, as he took in the sight of Justin's battered body. "It's not as bad as it looks. I just kept doing things that caused him to get mad. It was my fault, Brian." Justin spoke, almost inaudibly. "What could you have possibly done to deserve this? He's an abuser. They use any excuse they can think of to justify what they are doing, Justin. How can you look at yourself and then stand here and defend him?!" Brian screamed.
"I defended you all the time, didn't I? There not much difference between him and you. The only difference is that the things he's done to me you can see and the scars you left me are on the inside." Justin spoke as he stared into Brian's eyes. "I deserve that. And you're right. I did hurt you a lot and I'm sorry. I fucked up. I pushed you away because I was afraid that eventually you'd see that you're better off with someone else. I thought that if I pushed you away that I wouldn't fall in love with you, so when you came to your senses and left me it wouldn't hurt. But I was wrong. It didn't work out that way. When I saw you leave with Ethan, it felt like a part of my soul was being ripped away. God if I had only said the words this wouldn't have happened!" Brian spoke, staring at the floor.
"It wasn't your fault, Brian. None of this was your fault. I shouldn't have left. I just should've stayed. I was wrong about words being important. They're not." Justin spoke, as he threw his arms around Brian. "Don't ever leave me again." Brian whispered hoarsely into Justin's ear. "Never." Justin cried. "Justin?" Brian asked. "Yeah." Justin replied. "I love you." Brian whispered. "I love you, too, Brian."
"Take off your clothes, Justin. I need to see how bad it is." Brian spoke, once inside the loft. "Please, don't make me. It's not bad, I swear." Justin quietly spoke. "Please, Justin. Let me see." Brian sighed. Tears welled up in Justin's eyes as he took off his shirt and pants.
"Christ! How many times has he done this to you?" Brian shouted, as he took in the sight of Justin's battered body. "It's not as bad as it looks. I just kept doing things that caused him to get mad. It was my fault, Brian." Justin spoke, almost inaudibly. "What could you have possibly done to deserve this? He's an abuser. They use any excuse they can think of to justify what they are doing, Justin. How can you look at yourself and then stand here and defend him?!" Brian screamed.
"I defended you all the time, didn't I? There not much difference between him and you. The only difference is that the things he's done to me you can see and the scars you left me are on the inside." Justin spoke as he stared into Brian's eyes. "I deserve that. And you're right. I did hurt you a lot and I'm sorry. I fucked up. I pushed you away because I was afraid that eventually you'd see that you're better off with someone else. I thought that if I pushed you away that I wouldn't fall in love with you, so when you came to your senses and left me it wouldn't hurt. But I was wrong. It didn't work out that way. When I saw you leave with Ethan, it felt like a part of my soul was being ripped away. God if I had only said the words this wouldn't have happened!" Brian spoke, staring at the floor.
"It wasn't your fault, Brian. None of this was your fault. I shouldn't have left. I just should've stayed. I was wrong about words being important. They're not." Justin spoke, as he threw his arms around Brian. "Don't ever leave me again." Brian whispered hoarsely into Justin's ear. "Never." Justin cried. "Justin?" Brian asked. "Yeah." Justin replied. "I love you." Brian whispered. "I love you, too, Brian."