Disclaimer: Do not own. (Wish I did)
Notes: I was going to do the fight part of the scene...but turns out that didn't work at...sorry. But John does describe it...Sorry for this part being out so late too (Mostly because after the second part went out I had a ton of school stuff to do...plus dumb health stuff *grumble*)...I swear the next part will be out soon because I had it done before this chapter. And this part won't be too long either...Oh and there's a weird little point of view thing going on...sorta. The end is included to make the next part make more sense.
Shattered: Part 3
John rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Bobby refused to heal John at all, even after Bobby had kissed John with frozen lips and held the kiss for what seemed like forever. Which made John feel like he was in a blizzard with nothing on except for...well nothing.
John looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom. 'God I look horrible,' John thought to himself. And he did.
John's lips looked slightly tinted blue and purple. His neck had an imprint on it that looked like a hand. And if you could see his ribs they looked blue and purple and bruised. John's eyes also looked sadder than they had ever before looked.
John shuddered as he looked back on his lips. He touched them gently with one of his fingers and shuddered gain. His lips were still cold to the touch. He touched his lips again. They felt like they were growing colder by the second.
John slid down the wall of the bathroom with his finger still on his lips. There was no way John would be going to sleep.
The next day, Ororo observed, John was quieter than usual. She watched him during his physical education class and saw that he got in trouble for not running. In her class he barely even moved. But Ororo did nothing about it, and marked it off as a test he'd been worried about.
---next night---
John groaned as he laid down on his bed. Bobby had even refused to heal him in the morning too. So John had to trudge around school almost the whole day with all the injuries he had sustained last night, including the cold lips.
He even got in trouble in his P.E. class for not running. But John did not care. He didn't want to run when just breathing while walking was painful and his head felt like he had his own heavy metal rock band playing in his head.
And in Storms class he couldn't help but feel like Storm was watching him constantly. But by then John was too tired to care anymore. He could barely even keep his eyes open for that class and all the ones after either.
And now he was here, lying on his bed. Half asleep, half awake. Dreading Bobby's return to their room. Wondering where Bobby was then coming to the conclusion that he was out with Rogue.
Finally two hours later the door to Bobby and John's room swung open, causing John to jump out if his bed. Bobby walked slowly to John and put his hand above John's heart, just like the nights before. The same glow came out Bobby's hand
John instantly felt his ribs being repaired. And breathing became easier. And all the cold he had been feeling before was gone.
John fell on the bed.
"I'm leaving," Bobby said, walking toward the door," Jean said she sensed something."
As Bobby walked out the door he said," I'll be back later."
John starred at the long closed door. 'So,' he thought to himself,' He only came because Jean sensed something?'
John sighed and closed his eyes and took the opportunity of Bobby not being there and slept.
---a few weeks later---
John was in the bathroom...again. He wouldn't dare leave it; of course Bobby had his ways of getting in. All Bobby had to do was ice the door then kick it. Of course it would shatter inwards, and shattering the door would not be good either. Surely some one would have noticed. But every time the door shattered and Bobby pulled John out of the bathroom by the arm. And the door seemed to never have been shattered in the first place.
The thought of Bobby made John gasp and made his heart pound faster and made him dizzy. John thoughts were erratic now and crazed. They had been like that ever since two weeks ago. Because Rogue broke up with Bobby to weeks ago. And Rogue asked John out two weeks ago.
Of course John declined, but he already knew that Bobby would be furious at John...luckily Rogue decided it was a mistake to ask John out and decided to go out with Bobby again. But that still didn't keep Bobby fury at bay. Bobby was becoming more and more violent with John each day that passed.
John whimpered slightly at the memories of what Bobby had done to him over the last two weeks. It was too much for John to take thinking back on the memories. He couldn't stand it. He felt like he was trapped, and he longed to leave Bobby now. But that was out of the question. There was no way Bobby would let John leave now, let alone tell anyone.
John whimpered again, and curled tighter into himself and the corner of the wall he was in. He was going to be trapped forever...and there was nothing at all he could do about it. He heard the door close.
Bobby had left. Probably to go on another date with Rogue. John let out a breath of relief, but knew that even though Bobby wasn't there now he could come back at any time. He shivered slightly as he looked on the shiny metal object on the counter next to the bathroom sink.
John sighed...he wasn't even strong enough to do that...if only he could...then he could escape all the pain. If only.
tbc.
A/N: So...do ya like this part?
Notes: I was going to do the fight part of the scene...but turns out that didn't work at...sorry. But John does describe it...Sorry for this part being out so late too (Mostly because after the second part went out I had a ton of school stuff to do...plus dumb health stuff *grumble*)...I swear the next part will be out soon because I had it done before this chapter. And this part won't be too long either...Oh and there's a weird little point of view thing going on...sorta. The end is included to make the next part make more sense.
Shattered: Part 3
John rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Bobby refused to heal John at all, even after Bobby had kissed John with frozen lips and held the kiss for what seemed like forever. Which made John feel like he was in a blizzard with nothing on except for...well nothing.
John looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom. 'God I look horrible,' John thought to himself. And he did.
John's lips looked slightly tinted blue and purple. His neck had an imprint on it that looked like a hand. And if you could see his ribs they looked blue and purple and bruised. John's eyes also looked sadder than they had ever before looked.
John shuddered as he looked back on his lips. He touched them gently with one of his fingers and shuddered gain. His lips were still cold to the touch. He touched his lips again. They felt like they were growing colder by the second.
John slid down the wall of the bathroom with his finger still on his lips. There was no way John would be going to sleep.
The next day, Ororo observed, John was quieter than usual. She watched him during his physical education class and saw that he got in trouble for not running. In her class he barely even moved. But Ororo did nothing about it, and marked it off as a test he'd been worried about.
---next night---
John groaned as he laid down on his bed. Bobby had even refused to heal him in the morning too. So John had to trudge around school almost the whole day with all the injuries he had sustained last night, including the cold lips.
He even got in trouble in his P.E. class for not running. But John did not care. He didn't want to run when just breathing while walking was painful and his head felt like he had his own heavy metal rock band playing in his head.
And in Storms class he couldn't help but feel like Storm was watching him constantly. But by then John was too tired to care anymore. He could barely even keep his eyes open for that class and all the ones after either.
And now he was here, lying on his bed. Half asleep, half awake. Dreading Bobby's return to their room. Wondering where Bobby was then coming to the conclusion that he was out with Rogue.
Finally two hours later the door to Bobby and John's room swung open, causing John to jump out if his bed. Bobby walked slowly to John and put his hand above John's heart, just like the nights before. The same glow came out Bobby's hand
John instantly felt his ribs being repaired. And breathing became easier. And all the cold he had been feeling before was gone.
John fell on the bed.
"I'm leaving," Bobby said, walking toward the door," Jean said she sensed something."
As Bobby walked out the door he said," I'll be back later."
John starred at the long closed door. 'So,' he thought to himself,' He only came because Jean sensed something?'
John sighed and closed his eyes and took the opportunity of Bobby not being there and slept.
---a few weeks later---
John was in the bathroom...again. He wouldn't dare leave it; of course Bobby had his ways of getting in. All Bobby had to do was ice the door then kick it. Of course it would shatter inwards, and shattering the door would not be good either. Surely some one would have noticed. But every time the door shattered and Bobby pulled John out of the bathroom by the arm. And the door seemed to never have been shattered in the first place.
The thought of Bobby made John gasp and made his heart pound faster and made him dizzy. John thoughts were erratic now and crazed. They had been like that ever since two weeks ago. Because Rogue broke up with Bobby to weeks ago. And Rogue asked John out two weeks ago.
Of course John declined, but he already knew that Bobby would be furious at John...luckily Rogue decided it was a mistake to ask John out and decided to go out with Bobby again. But that still didn't keep Bobby fury at bay. Bobby was becoming more and more violent with John each day that passed.
John whimpered slightly at the memories of what Bobby had done to him over the last two weeks. It was too much for John to take thinking back on the memories. He couldn't stand it. He felt like he was trapped, and he longed to leave Bobby now. But that was out of the question. There was no way Bobby would let John leave now, let alone tell anyone.
John whimpered again, and curled tighter into himself and the corner of the wall he was in. He was going to be trapped forever...and there was nothing at all he could do about it. He heard the door close.
Bobby had left. Probably to go on another date with Rogue. John let out a breath of relief, but knew that even though Bobby wasn't there now he could come back at any time. He shivered slightly as he looked on the shiny metal object on the counter next to the bathroom sink.
John sighed...he wasn't even strong enough to do that...if only he could...then he could escape all the pain. If only.
tbc.
A/N: So...do ya like this part?