Pretty Boy

Never Wanna See You Hurt

The door swings open as I see an old woman welcoming me.

"Hi." I greet her. "Is Serge here?"

My question comes in a rush, with panic seeping through my words as I wait for the woman to answer.

She just gives me a quick smile and nods her head inside the house, urging me to come inside.

My feet didn't waste anytime as I began my eyes to search around the house for Serge. The woman guides me through another room as I'm faced with the sight of him.

He's laying on his back in bed while only wearing his boxers. I could already make out the bruises around his body from where I'm standing, and the marks of cruelty of what they did to him. My heart hurts from just looking at his state as I hurry my way towards him.

His eyes are in deep black and his skin is swelling vastly. There are also multiple signs of bleeding in his bruised skin. 

My hands trail their way through every mark and every pain that they inflicted upon him as I look at his body.

His face is beat up. However, it's not that bad to look at. His cheeks are red and his lips have cuts on them.

"Hogan?"

A sudden notice of his voice pulls me out of my stare as I move my gaze to look at his face. A whimper of sadness escapes me and my eyes begin to water as his gaze digs through me. I wrapped my hand gently around him as my tears came in full swell. 

I can't believe how someone could do something like this to him, and I couldn't help but blame myself for how painful his state makes me feel. I wish I could just touch away his bruises so he could be back to being okay, but that magic only works far from reality. 

His hand moves to my head, making me more hopeless as a loud groan escapes from above me.

I turn my body immediately away from him to give him some air as a silent chuckle slips from my lips.

His smile looks crooked and his eyes are completely grazed with drought. His expression is just plain dry, and even his body feels numb under my touch.

My gaze then dropped to his arm, and I couldn't help the heavy feeling that crashed upon my heart. There are multiple marks of cuts in his skin made clearly from a blade or a knife. It's even worse than it looks since blood is still escaping through the lines of his bruises. My fingers trail lightly across the cuts, then I stare back at Serge again after I'm done.

He looks at me with a light-hearted glare and holds my hand to his, intertwining our fingers. 

"Could you lie next to me?" He asks, gripping my hand firmly.

A smile tugs my lips from hearing his request as I bring myself up to the bed and line my body next to his. My tears have finally dried and my heart is mildly settled as I have him safe with me again. I also didn't bother to ask him about the names of the ones who beat him up, since I'll probably lose myself if I ever see their faces. I'm content with having him with me, and I don't care what people may think of us. I want him and I want nothing more than to be with him. That's all I could ever hope for.

My heart feels captured by each part of that thought as I bring my other hand out to hold Serge and hug him until we fall asleep.

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It has been five days since Serge got jumped, and his bruises are finally healing up to their normal state. The cuts on his arm are finally fading, and his eyes are far from swelling now. 

These past few days have been difficult for me to cope with what happened to him. Even though having him next to me is enough to ease what I'm feeling, I still couldn't stop the ache that washed through me. I took it upon myself to be the one to watch out for him and take care of him before the bruises faded.