OH NOES! POOR MATTIE. ;_;
Chapter Warnings: Sadness, rape, profanity, cry-worthy...
Matthew woke up in a cold bed. He heard a door slam down the hall, and ran to his bedroom doorway. Gilbert had a pack swung over one shoulder, and he was walking down the stairs.
Still in his short shorts and grey t-shirt, Matthew ran outside after the albino. "Gilbert… where are you going?"
The other stayed silent, and only paused for a moment when he heard Matthew speak. Gilbert kept walking, not even bothering to look at the other.
"Gilbert… Gil-" Matthew tried to follow the other, but fell down on a tree branch sitting in the driveway. "Gil… please don't leave me…" he cried out, reaching a hand out dramatically.
He tried to stand but fell immediately. The blonde looked down and saw that his ankle was sprained. Nonetheless, he tried to limp after the other.
"Gil…" He finally gave up, and watched the other walk away until he couldn't see the albino anymore.
Gilbert had been ignoring him for 6 weeks. When Matthew tried to talk to him, he simply pretended that he didn't exist.
Matthew sighed, finishing tying the laces on his skates. His ankle had healed without problem, and hockey was a great way to take his mind off of things.
They won the game. Matthew stayed later the rest of the team and the audience. He sat down on the bench in the locker room.
"Ah, Matvey… what are you doing here?" The blonde looked up to see Ivan standing above him, wrapped in a towel.
"I'm sorry Ivan… I've just been having a hard time lately… a lot of things on my mind." Matthew ran his hands through his hair.
"Ah, I see… you want something to take your mind off of things?"
"Wha-" Matthew started before feeling himself pinned against a wall, his hands above his head.
A voice whispered in his ear. "Don't worry little sunflower, everything will be alright…" The Russian's free hand pulled Matthew's pants down to his knees.
"Ivan… stop…" Matthew panted out as the Russian's hands grabbed hold of his length. "Please… stop…"
Matthew felt fingers at his entrance, and felt them wriggle inside. The blonde hissed in pain. "S-…St-…Stop…"
After painfully preparing the Canadian, Ivan shoved his own length into the blonde's entrance. He began pounding into him mercilessly, Matthew begging for him to stop the whole time.
The Russian pulled his pants up. "See you later, da?" Matthew just lay on the floor, feeling like he would never move again.
Gilbert had ignored Matthew for 6 weeks, and it was the hardest thing he has ever done. When he left the blonde's house that day, he refused to show the other his tear-streaked face.
When he got home, Feliciano and Ludwig let him watch T.V. and eat frozen yogurt all night long.
'Today was supposed to be his first hockey game…' Gilbert thought to himself. 'I was going to go before…'
Gilbert heard pounding on the door. The albino peeked out the window and saw the blonde standing on the doorstep.
"Gil please open up, I need help…" Matthew called out, knocking on the door again.
Gilbert stood in front of the door, conflicted as whether to open it or not. His hand hovering over the knob, he stood there with thoughts running through his head.
The albino finally dropped his hand, and listened to Matthew's cries for help. He lowered his head, bangs falling in front of his eyes.
Finally, Matthew's voice vanished; there were footsteps, then… silence. Gilbert sighed and sat down on the floor, back to the door.
Matthew knocked on the unfamiliar door, looking at the address that had been sloppily written on the piece of folded paper. The door opened to reveal a scowling boy with brown hair and green eyes.
"Yes, can I help you?" The boy asked, looking Matthew up and down. He was about Matthew's age, and the splitting image of Feliciano.
The blonde couldn't take it anymore, he broke down and cried. This action caused the Italian boy to scramble.
"Ah, don't cry! I'm sorry if my scowl scared you!" The boy sat down on the porch next to the Canadian, wrapping an arm around the other. "What's wrong?!"
"Ve, Lovino what's wrong?!" Feliciano stood in the doorway. The older looked up and his twin from where he sat.
"I don't know, this kid showed up and started crying!" Lovino sounded nervous, like he didn't know how to handle the situation.
"Ve… Matthew, is that you?!" Feli cried, before helping his brother lead the blonde boy into their living room.
They set the blonde in the middle couch cushion, the twins sitting on either side of Matthew.
"Huh, do we have visitors?" The blonde looked up and saw Antonio, Gilbert's friend, standing on the other side of the room. "Huh, Matthew?!" the Spaniard rushed over and looked at the other. "What's wrong?!" he asked, sitting on an armchair.
"Yeah Mattie… tell us what happened…" Feliciano said softly, to comfort the other.
Matthew told them everything. The night that Gilbert left him, how he ignored him for weeks, and about Ivan. The three sat patiently and listened to every detail.
"Mattie... I'm so sorry that that happened to you…" Feliciano whispered, Antonio nodded in agreement. Lovino, however, react to everything differently.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL THAT RUSSIAN BASTARD! THEN I'LL KILL GILBERT!" Lovino paced the room, until Antonio placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Lovino, go make some phone calls. You have to tell Alfred and Francis what happened." The other whispered in a dangerous tone. "…Let me worry about Gilbert."
Gilbert woke up to gunshots. He had slept on the couch again, and when he looked outside, he was shocked at what he saw. Antonio was standing outside with a gun pointing in the air.
"GILBERT, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!" The brunette screamed, causing the albino to flinch. Gilbert slowly made his way outside to face his friend.
"What do you want Toni?" The silverette asked with sad eyes. "I want to be alone."
"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU HELP MATEO LAST NIGHT?!" Antonio screamed, running toward his friend.
Before the albino could process what was about to happen, he was punched in the face… hard.
"WHAT THE HELL TONI?!" Gilbert yelled out in pain. Damn, the Spaniard could throw a punch.
"You ignored Matthew when he needed help most… what the FUCK is wrong with you?! He came to our doorstep at 12:30 last night, broke down, and cried on our porch!" Antonio cried out. "Do you even care about Matthew?!"
"You know I do!" Gilbert shouted back. "It was him, he broke my heart!"
"Gilbert, he was raped last night." Antonio whispered. "He chose to come to you for help, but you fucking ignored him… what is wrong with you?" Antonio made a disgusted face, turned, and left.
The albino stood on the doorstep and watched his friend leave. 'Was Matthew really…?' Gilbert put a hand over his mouth, remembering seeing faint bruises on his wrists, and thinking it was from his hockey game. 'Oh my god… Matthew…'
GOD DAMN IT GILBERT! YOU PISS ME OFF!
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