Haii! Only me again, I just wanted to say that you lot are all (well most unless you've wronged me lol) beautiful, amazing people and I wish you all so much luck in everything you do. You are worth everything and you should never have to put up with the worlds shit but you do and I'm proud of you for it! I started writing at 3am bitches! 3 espressos and 2 energy drinks have gone into this so I apologise for weird ideas and/or crappy writing (pulled an all nighter for this, it's 9am and I haven't slept).

Also, I've put a message thing up (on wattpad) asking for ideas and proposing a few I've had myself. I want my stories to start being read again so your input really does help That's all for now! Baii! .

Trigger warnings are definitely in place for this one for many reasons, you've been warned.

Weeks passed, Sal and Larry grew closer with each passing day. Neither of them could imagine life without the other anymore. They barely left each others sides anymore, but not out of fear that they couldn't leave each other alone anymore. They just didn't want to be separated. Sal hadn't cut in a month and Larry had cut down on drinking and smoking. They were finally happy and safe once again...

Knock Knock

Sal lay on top of Larry, making small plaits in his brown hair as Larry played on his phone. They both looked up from their individual tasks. Larry playfully pushed Sal's shoulder.

"Are you gonna get that, Sweetheart?"

Sal raised his eyebrows and shot him a look.

"And when did I become your wife?"

Larry sat up and folded his arms, getting way too cocky (Not like that you perverts!).

"When you practically moved in here and never leave my side, like a good wife?"

The knocking the the door got louder. Sal shouted that he'd be there in a second while slapping Larry on the back of the head, obviously displeased with his answer. The small blue teen climbed off Larry's bed, almost falling over in the proccess and slowly ran towards the door.

"Sal! Open the door, you little shit!"

Henry...

Inch by inch, Sal got closer to the door, his hands slowly reching for the doorknob and latch. The door was barely off the latch before Henry pushed the door inwards, startling his son. Sal fell backwards in shock, scrambling backwards in fear.

He hadn't been home in weeks, a couple months even. Everytime Henry had rang him, he just ignored the call and buried himself in his lovers arms for comfort and safety, trying to forget about his dad.

"Sally Fisher, where the fuck have you been?" He practically screamed in his face. Henry pulled Sal to his feet by one of his ponytails as the young blue tried to pull himself away, yelping in pain. "You can't abandon your father like this! I raised you, I tried to love you after you let your mother die and this is the thanks I get?"

Sal sank down to the floor, not wanting to fight back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Larry peer around the doorway, frozen in fear, not being able to do anything. Henry pulled on Sal's hair again, pulling him to his feet this time with very little resistance. He pushed his son out the door and ordered him to go home. Sal sprinted out the apartment and into the lift, taking it to the 4th floor.

Before Henry vacated the apartment, he turned to Larry, who was still frozen in the doorway, and grabbed him by the scruffy collar of his SF t-shirt, pulling the terrified punk closer to him.

"Don't ever think that you're seeing him again. You've had your fun with him, you confused him into thinking that he's gay and loves you. Well he doesn't love you, I'm making sure you can't get near him again!"

With that, he threw Larry to the ground and stormed to the lift and went home, all while muttering to himself in slurs.

Larry took a minute to collect himself before raising himself to stand on his trembling legs. He went to reach for his phone to call Lisa or the police but he didn't want to stop. He ran the best he could to the lift and pressed the button repeatedly, willing it to go faster.

"Sal...Please hang on..."

"Dad, please! You don't have to do this!"

Sal pleaded, kneeling on the floor, his arm clutching his stomach as he winced in pain from the bruises forming on his body. Henry stuck him in the head, making the boy go crashing to the floor, his prosthetic fell off as he hit the floor with a thud. Sal desperately reached for his mask but couldn't move his body. His dad had pinned him to the floor by almost standing on his shoulder. With all the strength he had, Sal threw his body as much as he could to one ide to retrieve his mask, as he did, he heard his shoulder pop, followed by excruciating agony.

Sal screamed in agony, he was so loud that even Larry could hear him in the lift. The tears that he had so desperately tried not to shed were now streaming down his face, running over the horrible scars that he rushed to cover once he could think again.

"This'll teach you for leaving me!" Henry roared as he knelt over his son, raising his hand once more, aiming to rip Sal's mask out of his hand. Henry went to lower his hand but he found it being held firmly in place above his head. Sal opened his eyes and managed to make out a figure through the white dots in his vision.

"L-Larry..."

Henry slowly craned his neck around to see the tall brunette behind him and flashed an almost evil grin at him. Larry couldn't take it anymore and used all his strength to pull Henry from next to his injured boyfriend. The man fell onto his back, it wasn't very hsrd but it was enough to knock the wind out of him. Larry knelt down besides Sal, who was on the verge of passing out from the pain.

"Sal...I should've protected you earlier, I'm so sorry. Come on."

Larry scooped the limp Sal into his arms and started towards the door. With his last moments of consciousness, Sal made a few strangled noises and weakly pointed behind Larry, but Larry was too late to notice. Henry had crawled over to them and just before Larry could get out the door, he grabbed the brunette's ankle, causing him to fall over, sending both him and Sal crashing to the floor.

"No you fucking do-"

But he was cut short by the apartment door swinging open violently, narrowly missing Sal.

"Nockfell police! Stay down!"

Henry just let his head flop into the floor, letting out a loud sigh as he did. Larry shuffled over to the now unconscious Sal behind the door. He looked up at the police officers, making a silent plea. Two officers went further into the apartment, now standing over Henry. Another went behind the door to check on the boys.

"Henry Fisher, you are under arrest for domestic violence. You don't have to say anything but anything you say or do will be used in the court of law."

At last, the scumbag was dragged from the apartment building and was to be delivered to the police station. An ambulance arrived a few moments later, with Ash and Todd running frantically to guide them. The pair ran over to the couple huddled on the floor. Ash's' face was puffy and tear stained whereas Todd's was pale and shaken.

"Larry...Sal, I'm so sorry. I was studying with Todd when we heard the noises so I called the police. I'm so glad I did..."

The paramedics pushed passed the pleading Ash. Todd just took her shoulders and pulled her back so she wasn't in the way. He attempted to move Larry but he refused to let Sal out of his arms until the paramedics were getting ready to load him onto a trolley. Even when the blue boy was removed from his arms, he stayed in the same position, refusing to let the paramedic check him. Ash gingerly knelt down beside him and gave him a light hug, just in case she hurt him.

"Ash...I should've done something sooner..."

Both Ash and Todd shook their heads in disbelief.

"Larry...if it wasn't for you, Sal might not be alive right now judging by the rate his dad was going." Todd managed to choke out first, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears after the initial shock was over.

Larry shook his head, gradually accepting the hug from Ash and began to return it.

"No, I could've done something sooner, but I froze. If I had acted when I could, Sal wouldn't be hurt."

Todd opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a paramedic and a police officer.

"Larry Johnson? If you go in the ambulance, you can give your statement at the hospital. As for you two, can you please come with me and give yours now." The officer spoke gently, ushering Larry out the door and into the hands of the paramedic.

Once inside the ambulance, one paramedic went in the front of the vehicle and the other climbed into the back with Larry and Sal. All Larry could see was the unfortunately familiar sight of Sal with an oxygen mask placed firmly over his nose and mouth and a HR clip on his right ring finger.

After the ambulance had started running, and Sal seemed perfectly stable, Larry let the paramedic check him over and she told him what had happened in detail. Larry's ankle was sprained a little but not severely.

The ambulanced pulled into the hospital grounds and within minutes, Sal was whisked to x-ray for possible rib and arm fractures. Larry sat in the waiting rooms, twiddling his thumbs and watching his knee bounce up and down for what seemed like an eternity before a nurse told him that Sal was back.

Larry walked into the isolated room and saw Sal laying on his bed half sat up, looking around the room slightly dazed. The brunette rushed to his bedside to witness something he never thought would happen, Sal smiling. He had just had the crap beaten out of him and he was in so much pain, but he was smiling. With his good arm, Sal reached up and cupped Larry's face before running them through his hair.

"Hey, the plaits still stayed in your hair! Impressive."

Larry chuckled a little and took his boyfriends hand from his head,

"You're smiling...why?"

Sal laughed at him again and put on an even bigger smile,

"Because, Lar-bear, my dad is gone and now I'm free to be with you. That and the fact that morphine is very good shit."

Larry's eyes filled with tears, his blue muffin was finally safe...

After Sal's x-rays came back, he was told that his shoulder was dislocated, his wrist was fractured, and so were two of his ribs. All he and Larry could was that it could have been worse. Sal went home after a few hours of plastering and bandaging but other than that, he was free to go. Lisa came and picked up the boys from the hospital and drove them home. Lisa went to apartment 402 and collected bundles of Sal's clothes and trinkets: his mum's jewellery box, Larry's walkie talkie, the stuffed bear he always lied about owning, Lisa even let Sal keep Gizmo in their apartment, providing he promised to lock the door if he went for a bath.

Sal and Larry slept in the same bed as they usually did, but somehow it felt so different now. Sal didn't gave to worry about his father calling him for a long time, and he knew that he and Larry were safe from him...

There! I can't be arsed to write a concluding paragraph because I took a 1hr nap while writing this and I now feel like shit and my energy drinks have made me feel so sick. So chill people. And before someone tells me to go take care of myself...I'm trying but my body says NOOOO. Ok...Baii! .