Sasha wiped down the bar counter for the umpteenth time that night. He did not know what it was, but something gave him the creeps. He watched an old horror movie on the big screen TV of his bar, trying to get his mind at ease. He wore his old glasses reluctantly to watch the movie. The scene in the movie in particular was one of the numerous scenes where Freddy Krueger would hit on one of his to-be victims. It was still embarrassing to wear them. He had no clue why he wore them throughout middle school and high school.
Even the horror movie that he watched over a hundred times was not enough to calm his nerves. He started wiping down the bar in front of him to calm his nerves. It was getting close to that time of year again and he was concerned over what Matthew might do. His hands were shaking and he abandoned the washcloth on the bar. He poured himself a glass of rum and sipped it. Kevin was still in his apartment watching monster trucks, which Sasha never understood the appeal of.
Sasha was worried if Kevin would be alright at his place tonight. He gave the two teens his business card as a lifeline in case they were in trouble. However, he also risked a big chance of Matthew finding out where he was. Matthew did live with the teens after all. Oh well! Sasha was not going to beat himself up over being a good Samaritan. Sasha debated himself on if he should call his aunt and uncle and have them pick up Kevin early. One look at the clock across the room made him decide against calling them. It was too late in the evening, almost morning, and they were most likely in bed.
Memories of the past dwelled in his mind like an angry storm of bees swarming around his head. His hand was shaking around the glass of rum. It was such an odd way to think, but Matthew had hurt Sasha more than the sick individual who touched Sasha's privates when he was ten years old. However, the sex offender was the catalyst to all of his problems from Matthew. Before that incident, Matthew was just a common bully and scammer. After the incident, Matthew took sadistic pleasure in hurting him even when they had a sexual relationship with one another. It was almost as if Matthew blamed him for what had happened. As if he were solely responsible for the fact that Matthew got molested. If Matthew couldn't hurt the sex offender, he could hurt Sasha in place of that person.
The door opened in his bar with caused him to cough on his rum. He cleared his throat and mentally chastised himself for being so jumpy. He has not seen Matthew since they were both teenagers. Why would Matthew even come looking for him after so long? It's probably some idiot who ignored the closed sign. "Go on home; bar's closed for the night." Whoever was at the door was not leaving or saying anything to him. "Didn't you hear what I said? Go home and come back tomorrow!" The person was persistent, whoever they were. Seth kept his gaze on his glass of rum. He did not want to deal with drunks at this early in the morning.
"Is that any way to talk to customers, Sasha?" Sasha's blood ran cold at the sound of the person's voice. It couldn't be! He was doing his damnedest to keep himself from trembling. He finally looked towards the door and realized that his worst fears have come true. Matthew was standing in the doorway wearing clothes only fit for someone that was looking to rob a place. To Sasha, a black hooded sweatshirt, black jeans, and black Doc Martens-looking boots just looks out of place outside of a rock concert.
"Get out!" Sasha shouted, "You're not welcome here!"
Matthew smirked and let himself in. Sasha visibly shook at the nightmare that was laid before him. He did not know what Matthew wanted, but it was likely not anything good. "What the hell do you want, Matthew?"
"How some drinks on the house and see where things go from there," Matthew sat at the bar as casually as a customer would during normal bar hours, "Also make sure it's not one of those sissy girly drinks that the `out and proud' types like to drink."
Sasha was more than a bit miffed over Matthew waltzing in like he owned the place and demanding free drinks – in the middle of the night none the less, but he had to maintain a calm demeanor if he wanted to live to see the morning.
"As a bisexual, you should be more sympathetic to the gay community and LGBT causes," Sasha replied, coolly, pouring Matthew a shot of vodka and sliding it to him.
"So because I love to fuck guys on occasions, I should parade around in a sequined thong in a damn pride parade? That might seem appealing to a little slut like you, but I'll pass." Matthew gulped down his drink, "I suppose that's why you're running a bar, am I right? You get your choice of dick and can fucking offer them free drinks if they fuck your ass in the bathroom."
"I honestly don't know where you're getting at. You're either bashing me for my sexual orientation or are jealous that I moved on from your psychotic ass! It's over, Matthew. I have no idea why you barged into my life after almost a decade, but I don't want to see you after this night is over with, so hurry up and tell me how much vodka you want, so I can go to bed." Sasha was quickly losing his temper. He had a very short fuse anymore when it came to melodrama and it was getting even shorter the longer that Matthew stayed there. Sasha was both fearful and irritated. He only hoped Kevin did not come into the bar looking for him.
"I'll take a whole bottle," Matthew announced, reaching over the bar to grab one of the bottles of vodka in stock. Sasha never anticipated Matthew hitting him over the head with the vodka bottle. It happened so fast. He felt the bottle make painful contact with his cheekbone and he hit the floor like a bag of potatoes.
Sasha gazed up at Matthew, "you crazy fuck!" Sasha checked each of his teeth to see if they were in place. His cheek was in tremendous pain and blood gushed out of his mouth. He found the source of the blood when he spit out one of his teeth. He groaned in pain. The one thing he did not buy for the bar was a gun. He considered it an unnecessary expense since he lived closely to a police station. He now regretted that decision.
Any hopes of getting up and getting to the phone to dial 9-1-1 was diminished when he was dragged away from the bar by his legs and into the middle of the bar where the phone was out of reach. He flailed and kicked to get away from Matthew, but the kicks that did connect only fazed Matthew only in the slightest. It was not enough to get a chance to get up and run towards the phone. He quietly whimpered out in pain. He knew he would endanger Kevin if he made loud noises of distress.
Matthew dropped down on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists over his head. "Let me guess, Sasha, you were tired of being the geeky kid who everyone ignored, so you dress like those Californian Abercrombie boy-next-door types, spike your hair, and open a gay bar. All of that, so you get fucked by whoever comes walking in through that door, including my own damn brother and princess." Matthew threw Sasha's own business card in Sasha's face infuriately.
"Princess?" Sasha blinked. Then Sasha remembered the kid the teen that hung around Eddy, "You didn't – You didn't!" Sasha struggled to escape, "your brother and his friend were just curious about the bar. He introduced himself to me. When I heard his last name, I knew he was your younger brother and sent them on their way. I gave them my card in case they needed help with anything. That's all that happened."
"Fucking liar!" Matthew spat. Matthew delivered a series of punches to Sasha's face, neck, chest, and arms when Sasha put up his arms in defense. Sasha's glasses lay broken beside him. "You were planning on using my own fucking brother and princess against me, weren't you? You were planning on fucking me over like you always have! Just like how you told everybody about my bisexuality in high school and how you got me raped! It's all your fault! I wouldn't be like this if I've never met you in the first place, you fucking whore!"
Matthew stopped punching Sasha for a minute to rub his sore knuckles and catch his breath. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, causing his breath to come out in heavy pants. Sasha tried to lift himself up, but Matthew was too heavy. "Would you listen to yourself for five minutes? You're hysterical!" Sasha firmly chastised, blood from his tooth still gushed out of his mouth. "I did not tell the school about your sexuality nor was it my fault that you got molested. You need help!"
"You're a fucking liar!" Matthew repeated. What Matthew did next surprised Sasha. Matthew caressed Sasha's cheek gently much like times he did in private when they were pseudo-dating. Sasha shuddered with disgust. As if Sasha was not already convinced that Matthew needed psychological help before. He winced heard more of Matthew's rage-induced rambling, "that cousin of yours still lives next door to my parent's house. Maybe I should fuck him in front of you just so you know all of the pain that you have caused me over the years. I knew Kevin was your fucking cousin when I first seen him outside of my trailer four years ago and when I seen him when I first moved back in with my parents. He looks so much like you to be anybody else but that cousin you used to babysit."
"You will not touch him! Don't you even dare think about touching him!" Sasha shouted, face twisting with rage, "I'll fucking kill you if you touch him!" Sasha decided to fight back. Sasha freed his hands and punched at Matthew's face blindly. He noticed a red blur, indicating that Matthew's nose was bleeding. It was so hard to see without his contacts or his glasses on. Sasha knew that the hit must have enraged Matthew, because he heard Matthew growl when he was hit. Sasha felt hands around neck, squeezing the air out of his windpipes. Sasha choked as the oxygen in his lungs was depleting. Sasha tried to push Matthew off of him, but he was growing weaker as he struggled to breath. Sasha shouted weakly for help as Matthew tightened his grip around his neck. This was it; Sasha might as well accept that he was going to die by Matthew's hands.
Suddenly he heard Matthew shout in pain. Sasha felt the grip on his neck weaken as Matthew groaned out in pain. Sasha slowly opened his eyes and saw a green and red blur. Kevin! Near Kevin was the blur that was definitely Matthew and a strange steel blur next to Matthew. It was most likely a knife sticking out of Matthew's back. "Cuz –"
"Don't talk," Kevin replied, pulling the knife out of Matthew's back, "The cops and hopefully the ambulance is on their way. Just hang tight, cuz." Sasha felt Matthew slump on top of him. Sasha tried to remain conscious, but passed out before the cops could even show up. Sasha would later find out that Matthew was stabbed in almost the exact same area that Matthew stabbed him years ago. Karma was a funny thing.
A/N: Check out a Two Eds and a Bro related comic by Scammychan here: post/106289464162/and-a-bonus-page-that-was-not-part-of-the