Chapter 5: His 'Owner'

Will and Grell did become friends. They ate lunch together, talked together and even hanged out together. The beatings on Grell slowly ceased. Grell didn't know if it was because Will was beside him or not, and nor did he care. He felt like the happiest person in the world. Until the day came when Will was sick. Grell uneasily walked those halls of his school praying that he would not be caught alone. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side.

"Hey Girlie," He heard the voice of his ex-boyfriend say.

"Hi." Grell said looking down with a soft voice as walking to class. His arm was grabbed harshly and he was pulled the opposite direction toward the darkened hallway.

"No silly your going the wrong way. Where you need to go is this way." The calm, cool voice of Sebastian said.

Grell cleared his throat and said without lifting his head. "Let me go."

"What? Little Princess is disobeying? I don't think so." The dragging toward the dark abyss continued.

Grell grew bolder, "Let me go or I will scream." He said darkly, but still shaking from shyness and nerves.

They reached the hallway, Grell was thrown against a wall and he let out a struggled groan of pain. Hands were wrapped around his throat. "You won't scream. You won't even make a whisper if you don't want me to break your neck." Sebastian's grip tightened. Grell didn't speak up anymore. He already used all his courage to talk back to his first love. His will power was gone. "Thats a good girl. Now, lets get started."

The only thing Grell felt was his head forcefully knocking him against the cement of the wall making his vision go to darkness as his conciousness slipped away.

It was a good two hours since Grell fell when he regained his senses. He forced himself to stand trying to overcome his dizzy vision. Grell grabbed his hoodie and brought his arms through the sleeves slowly covering the fresh bruises he knew were there. He grabbed his now broken glasses and placed them on his face as walked to the office to tell them he was leaving, knowing himself that he would not be able to make it through the rest of the day. He told the secretaries that he fell in gym and that he needed to go home. They unfortunately believed him knowing that Grell Sutciff was known as a clutz.

After finally getting to his house after an extra additon on time because of his injuries Grell started himself a bath. This is what he always did after he had gotten badly hurt like this. He would attempt to soak away his troubles, but in the end he knew as soon as he excited his fantasy of heat and comfort the reality of pain hit him hard.

When he got out of the bath Grell slowly inched his way to his couch grabbing his cell phone on the way. He looked through his very few contacts and found Will. He stared at the number as if just staring at the number alone would make it dial. Grell was worried about calling Will. He knew Will said they were friends, but he figured Will wouldn't want to hear about himself everytime he got beaten when he wasn't there. So, Grell closed his phone and attempted to sleep to avoid thinking of the pain that was visible all over his body.

With Will, who was at home drowsy in bed on the count of the medication he was on, was drifting his hazy thoughts to Grell. Was he ok? Was he safe? Will began to realise that Grell had made a mark on his life. Grell was probably the most important friend to him, but Will didn't want to let Grell get the wrong idea. Will felt pretty comfortable with his sexuality to say he was strait but at the same time he never really had a relationship with anyone to say which "way" he went. Will decided he needed to call up Grell and see how he was doing, considering he had not spoke to him all day. He looked at his bedside clock and read the bright red numbers displayed that said '5:30 pm'. Will dialed Grell's cell number hoping he would answer as he pressed the phone to his ear.

The sound of his ringtone had woken Grell up from the very coma like sleep he was just having. After looking at the caller ID Grell flipped open his phone and answered with a "Hello?".

"Hey Grell its Will whats up?" Will voice said through the static of the cell phone speakers.

Grell thought quickly to himself remembering that he didn't want to be a bother with Will about his problems. So, what did Grell do? He faked it. "I'm ok, yourself? How is the cold coming along?"

"Hell, but I should be back in school tomorrow. Hope you didn't miss me too much." Will said partially joking.

Grell could only think that Will had no idea how much he missed him. "No, today was ok. We had such a boring art class today without you." Grell stated trying to change the subject.

"Yeah I bet everyone was in tears." He said sarcastically.

Grell felt a jolt of pain run through his body. "Um- Will I have to go I guess I will see you tomorrow."

"Alright see you tomorrow." The line went dead and Grell colapsed in his couch trying to catch a smudge of comfort. He finally fell back asleep as thinking about his phone conversation.

The bright morning sun came basking into Grell's eyes as he woke up, he put his glasses on his face just to remember that they were broken. He put them on anyway knowing that he would try to buy a new pair on the way home from school. He got dressed in slightly baggy jeans and a hoodie to avoid anyone seeing his ex-boyfriend's handy work.

When he arrived at school Will was there waiting for him at his locker. As soon as Grell got next to him Will asked, "Are you really alright?"

The question to Grell was out of the blue and it hadn't been one he was expecting. He put on a fake smile and replied, "Yea, why wouldn't I be?" Suddenly Will's hand gently touched Grell's arm making grell squit his eyes in pain.

"Don't lie to me. Your Glasses are broken and your arm is in pain." Will said sternly with a look of concern in his cold eyes.

"I'm really fine I just fell down in gym." Grell lied.

Will pulled up Grell's sleeve to show a more than one injury bruise in fact there were at least three visible bruises on the spot. "Bullshit." Will removed Grell's glasses from his face and replaced them with his own. "Wear these til you get new ones." Will released Grell's arm and looked around, his eyes widened and narrowed like a tiger that found his precious prey. He stopped over to Sebastian and his group of friends. Will pulled Sebastian by his jacket, literally dragging him to the dark corner of the school and thrown him up against the wall. He studied Sebastian's smirking features already knowing what he had indeed done to make Will so angry.

"Hit me." Sebastian said. "You know you want to don't deny it. You feel the blood pressure in you rising."

"Why? Why did you hurt him?" Will snarled.

"You know what, both you and myself know your not just pissed because I hit him. You know it happens all the time. No your just more angry at yourself that this happened when you weren't around. Most of all besides the fact that I practically own him with all my marks of art from my fist."

"He's not yours." Will said so quickly he barely heard it himself.

"Oh no? Check again. Why do you think he lets me do that to him hmm? He loves me. He would never disobey me. His soul and body is mine. Just so you know incase his betraying lips already haven't told you I banged him. His very body inside and out belong to me." Wills eyes lit up like jealous fireworks. He letting Sebastian get inside his head which was the last place he wanted him to be. Will's arms shaked with rage. "Do it, make yourself feel good." Sebastian leaned up to Will's ear. "Hit Me."

A/N: I somehow got a rush when I was writing this chapter. I really enjoyed this chapter. Please REVIEW :) hugs and loves:) and please forgive my few spelling mistakes. lol