Sorry for takin so long, guys. I've just been verrryyy tired lately, but I enjoyed writing this chapter. I dunno if its good or not, lol thats up to you.
Excuse any mistakes, I was in a rush. :(
I don't have the sanity to own these guys if i wanted to anyway, hehe.
Enjoy My Loves!
Cody hummed to himself as he skipped down the hall to the locker room, searching for John. He wanted to talk to him about what had happened in that match. He knew John, and he knew those hits were real. He maybe a little dense sometimes, but he was definitely no idiot when it came to his best friend.
He walked into the locker room. It was vacant, most of the superstar's had left already.
"John?" Cody called out. No answer.
"Jojo? You here, hon?" He tried again.
Still no answer. Cody frowned at the silence. He had already searched the entire arena for John. He had to be here. Cody walked across the locker room and around the corner to the showering area. He peeked his head in and gasped. He slowly made his way into the showers.
John was laid down on his side, completely naked, the only thing covering his modesty was his thigh. The water around him was stained scarlet, and Cody could see the drying blood on John's thighs. He felt his eyes prick with tears at the sight of his best friend in his condition.
"Johnny?" Cody called out softly.
John's eyes snapped opened and widened when he saw Cody. Instinctively, John crawled back into the corner of the shower and and half curled in on himself.
"Please no more...please." John whimpered, pulling his knees to his chest.
Cody's heart broke. He knew what had happened to his best friend. He stepped forward, but John just pressed into the corner even more.
"Go away... please no more, please..." John cried, trying to press even more impossibly closer to the corner.
"I-It's okay John..." Cody whispered. He really didn't know what to say.
But he knew what he had to do. Cody quickly left the showers and dashed out of the locker room. He ran down the hall, people staring at him and wondering why the hell he was running. He spotted Drew in catering, talking with Sheamus. He quickly ran to the Scotsman panting as he stopped short in front of the taller man.
"Drew, you have to come see this!" Cody gasped out frantically.
Drew turned to Cody, who was speaking way to fast for him to understand.
"Cody, breath, then speak!" Drew tried to calm the smaller brunette.
Cody took a deep breath. "Drew, something's happened... it's John."
Drew's face went pale. He felt like the world had momentarily stopped on its axis.
"Show me."
Cody pulled Drew along and the two ran back to the locker room. They made their way back to the showers where John was. Drew walked into the shower, and what he saw made him pissed, heartbroken and scared all at the same time.
"John?" Drew called out softly.
John looked up, but his fearful posture never wavered. It was almost as if in John's current state of mind, human contact equaled pain.
"Stay away... please no more...no more..." John whimpered so softly Drew almost missed it.
The Scotsman turned to Cody. "Why don't you go stand outside and make sure no one comes in here, alright?" He whispered.
Cody nodded. He gave one last look at his best friend before leaving the showers to stand and guard the locker room. Though he doubted how much he would be able to actually keep people out.
Drew sighed and got down on his hands and knees to John's level, not caring if he was getting a little wet.
"John, love?" He tried again.
John's muscles un-tensed, if only a little, at the familiar term 'love'. It reminded him that Drew was the nice one... the who hadn't hurt him, at least not yet. Drew crawled towards John till he was only a few feet away from the injured brunette, which is when John re-tensed.
"John, you're hurt. Let me help you...please." Drew whispered.
John looked up into Drew's eyes. The Scotsman could see all the agony and fear that the older man had endured his entire life, all unleashed in John's eyes. This time, John didn't have time to come up with a lie. And he was too exhausted to yell at Drew to go away. He didn't want the Scotsman to see him like this... but he didn't want him to leave either.
"Y...y-you don't h-h-have to do th-this." John stuttered quietly.
Drew sighed. "You're right. I don't have to. But I want to. I want to help you. But I can't do that if you don't trust me."
John pulled his legs impossibly closer to him as he felt tears cloud his vision.
"I will never hurt you. So please..." Drew inched closer to John "Trust me, and let me help you. You're not in this alone, love." When he was done, he was sitting inches away from John.
That did it. John broke down, harsh sobs racking his body. Without thinking, he pressed himself against Drew, resting his head on his chest as he cried. Drew didn't hesitate as he wrapped John tightly in his arms, pressing the bare body close to his.
For the longest time, John never had a shoulder to cry on. So as Drew held him as he broke down, he clung him as child would a teddy bear. Like the security blanket he never had. Drew rubbed his back as thoughts ran through his head. He knew this was Mike's doing. And he could see John was at his breaking point. He could see that the smaller brunette could not take any more. And he would make sure John would never have to endure this torture ever again. He was through with watching John get hurt.
"John, love?" Drew said softly, looking down at John.
The brunette sniffed and hiccuped slightly, trying to get a grip before looking up at the Scotsman.
"What happened? You can tell me." Drew knew what had happened, but he needed John to admit it himself.
"I-I was t-taking a shower a-and... M-Mike and A-Alex... they both... they did... at the same time..." John stuttered out before a new set of tears started.
Drew rocked John, holding his close.
"Will you trust me?" Drew whispered.
John closed his eyes. Here he was, naked in the corner of a shower, in the arms of a man who he thought just wanted his body or wanted to hurt him. But he wasn't hurting him. If Drew wanted to hurt him, now would have been his golden opportunity... but that's wasn't what was happening. Instead, he was holding him, telling him he'd protect him and asking John for his trust. Drew could see his scars, and could have thrown him on the floor and raped him again... but no.
John sniffed and chewed on his lip. Drew could have taken advantage of him right here, right now. But he didn't. And now... John couldn't help but want trust him. Drew had proven more then once that he wouldn't hurt him. And if he did... well he'd just enjoy this while it lasted.
"I want to... but it's so hard." John whispered so quietly, Drew almost missed it. But he heard, and it warmed his heart immensely.
"I couldn't ask for any more than that... c'mon, I'll take you back to the hotel and get you cleaned up, okay?" Drew said soothingly.
John nodded shakily. Drew stood, gently prying John's hands off of his shirt. He stood, grabbing a towel hanging on the rack before bending down and wrapping the towel around John's waist, covering his modesty.
"Can you stand?" Drew asked.
Between is injured knee, broken ribs and burning ass, for John, standing was the most painful thing to do. John tried to move his legs, but they were so soar from when Mike and Alex had violated him, he couldn't get himself to stand. He cried out in pain when he tried again, and gave up.
Drew kneeled down, and carefully wrapped his arms John and gently lifted him up bridal style. John groaned quietly as the actions jerked his aching joints. Drew cooed to him softly, trying to calm him down. He brought him back to the locker room, carefully setting him down on the bench. Drew could see the blood stains that were already appearing on the towel, and the scars on John's legs. He wanted so badly to ring Mike Mizanin's neck.
John could feel Drew wiping the blood off his thighs. At that moment, John didn't have the energy to care if Drew saw him naked or if he saw his scars. He was just so exhausted.
"John, I'm gonna take you back to my hotel room, so you can rest. You're not going back Mike, understand?" Drew said. This was the last straw. No fucking way in hell was he letting John go back to that sadistic asshole.
John bit his lip, and nodded. Drew was the safe one, and he was starting to believe that maybe Drew really could keep Mike away... keep him safe.
Drew was relieved when John agreed. "Good. You don't mind Cody knowing about this, right? Because he's the one who found you..." Drew asked hesitantly. John thought for a minute before shaking his head. He knew Cody wouldn't say anything to anyone about this, even Ted.
Drew helped John get dressed before checking behind the door to talk to Cody. "Is anybody around?" The Scotsman asked.
Cody shook his head. "Everybody's left. Is... is he okay?" He asked worriedly.
Drew sighed. "Mentally... it'll be a long time till he's okay."
Cody nodded, understanding. "Will it be okay if I go with you guys? I just... I need to know he's okay. He's my best friend, and to see him hurt makes me wanna murder Mike." Cody growled.
Drew smiled softly. "I was going to ask you. I asked John and he's fine with it. Just try not to ask him too many questions, alright?"
Cody nodded, following Drew back into the locker room. He knelt down next to John. "Johnny..." He whispered.
John didn't respond. He was so exhausted, so tired. He was only half conscious. He could hear his best friend's voice, but he had no energy to respond. Drew leaned down, and gently scooped up John in his arms, the smaller brunette's head resting on his shoulder. Cody grabbed John's bag before they all made their way out of the arena and to Drew's car.
"Cody, can you drive? My keys are in my back pocket." Drew said. Cody nodded before reaching for Drew's keys and hopping in the driver's seat, starting the car.
Drew slid John in the back before sliding behind him, his head resting on the Scotsman's lap. John just pressed closer, pulling his knees to his chest. Cody started the car and they drove off, the road flying beneath their tires.
They reached the hotel and Drew and Cody carried John up to Drew's hotel room, going through the back so no one would ask questions or take pictures. John was barely awake. His legs hurt so bad, as well as his ass. He just wanted sleep, he was already drifting off in Drew's arms, pressing closer to the Scotsman's chest.
Drew... safe... John thought. Drew really was the safe one.
Drew laid the injured brunette on the bed. He pulled the cover's of John, turning to leave when he felt a hand on his wrist.
"S...Stay..." John slurred.
Drew smile softly. "I'll be back, I'm promise. I'm just gonna grab your things. What was your room number?" He asked.
John knew Mike wouldn't be back yet so he gave Drew the number. "234. Key's in my coat pocket." John whispered, eyes barely open as he pointed to his coat at the end of the bed. Drew nodded and grabbed the key card before going over to Cody who was sitting on the couch.
"Cody, can you watch him, make sure he's okay while I go get his things?" The Scot asked. Cody nodded and went to sit next to John on the bed while Drew left the room.
Drew hoped Mike was in his room, because he wanted to bash that bastards face in. He knew the next time he saw Mizanin, he would rip his fucking balls off. He sighed as he founf Mike's room, sliding he card through and entering. He searched the room and gathered all of John's luggage. Even if John refused to stay with Drew, the Scot still would have kept John far, far away from Mike.
Drew looked under the bed, making sure he had gotten all of John's things. He frowned as he saw a bag, that had neither John's nor Mike's name on it. He grabbed it and opened it, making sure it didn't belong to John. He frowned as the bag was filled with DVD's, hand cuffs, rope and other things.
The Scot grabbed one of the DVD's, noticing how every DVD had a date on it with a title. One date caught his eyes.
First Time...
November 16, 2007
Drew had read that date somewhere. He was pretty sure it was the date that John and Mike had won the tag team championship. He looked at the rest of the DVD's. All of them had names that got more strange and sickening.Drew knew what was on the videos... who was on the videos. He didn't need t watch them to know that Mike loved to put John in front of a camera.
He sighed put the bag back under the bed, making it look like it had never been touched. He grabbed John's bags and left the room.
John whimpered in his sleep, before waking up from his nightmare. He sighed and looked up, seeing Cody sitting next to him, flipping through a magazine.
"Where's... where's Drew?" John whispered, his voice cracking.
Cody dropped his magazine, looking at John.
"John, you're awake! Drew went to go get you're luggage, remember? You gave him your key card..." Cody trailed off.
John nodded, remembering. "Right... So, you know?" John asked looking down.
Cody nodded, smiling sadly. "Yeah... I always sorta suspected Mike treated you bad but... I never thought it was this bad." Cody said, playing with a strand of John's hair.
John sighed. "Oh Cod-fish... I-I'm sorry I never told you... you're my best friend, but I was so scared-"
"Hey." Cody cut him off gently. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. I can't imagine Ted doing anything as horrible to me as Mike's done to you. Don't apologize." Cody said softly.
John smiled shakily up at the younger man. "Did you tell Ted?" He asked nervously.
Cody shook his head. "Don't worry. I told him I'm staying with you tonight, he doesn't mind. I figure two people knowing about this is more than enough for you to handle."
John nodded. "God, I can't believe Drew's doing this." John murmured.
"I told you, he cares for you. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him something bad happened to you. I thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest and murder Mike, all at the same time." Cody said.
John shook his head. "I think you're exxagerating, Codes." He said.
Cody pursed his lips. "Then ask him, I'm sure he;ll tell you." He said, looking at the door.
John looked at the door to Drew walking in, setting all his luggage down. He looked back at Cody nervously.
"I'm gonna go grab some coffee." Cody said before exiting the room.
Drew sighed before moving towards John, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. John sat up, wrapping his ams around himself and staring down at the comforter.
"So... how do you feel?" Drew asked softly.
John sighed and shrugged. "Confused... scared." He whispered.
Drew nodded. "I know. That's why I won't let you go back to Mike. He's killing you John, and you know it." Drew said.
"I do know that..." John said quietly. "And I won't... I can't fight you. But... he always comes back, Drew. He won't give up!" John said, his heart racing at the thought of Mike would do to him if he found out where he was... or what he could do to Drew. That worried him more than anything.
"I know that, John. But you said you'd try to trust me. And I wanna teach you that when someone touches you," Drew said, reaching up and gently stroking John's cheek, who flinched before relaxing. "it's not always to hurt you."
"Well, it's been that way all my life. You know, I wish I could be normal. I wish I didn't have to throw matches and risk my job. I wish I could be around strange men and not be afraid. I wish I could take showers with the rest of the locker room without trying to hide my scars. And I wish that I could... love somebody... and not be afraid that they're gonna betray me." John confessed, tears clouding his vision.
Drew moved closer, and wrapped his arms around John. "Doesn't look like you're too afraid of me. Weeks ago, you barely knew me. And now you're here." He said, gesturing to the way John laid in his arms.
John sniffed and smiled sadly. "Well... no one's ever really tried as hard as you have. No one's ever really... tried to gain my trust."
Drew nodded. "Well... I'm gonna make sure you know what it's like to be happy... To not feel fear. You're not afraid of me, are you?" He asked.
John thought for a minute. Whenever he was with Drew, he felt poler opposite of fear. "No." John said firmly.
Drew smiled. "Good. Then we're getting somewhere." He whispered. "Why don't you go to sleep, I have something to take car of." He said, untangeling himself form John's arms.
John frowned. "Where're you going?" He asked.
"Don't worry, it'll only take maybe 25 minutes. Now rest, you need it." He said, smiling slightly.
John sighed at the loss of the Scotsman's warmth, but did as he suggested and settling back into the bed. Drew said he would be back, and he believed him.
Drew left the room, walking down the hallway. He wasn't going to wait anymore, he was going find Mike Mizanin, and he was going murder him for he did to John. And if he got in trouble for it... well John was completely worth it.
So I bet you have an idea about what's gonna happen next. Hopefully it won't take as long to update as it did this chapter. Anyway, Review please, they make me happy XD.