The Day Love Stories Burned [boyxboy]

Prologue

 First off, I'd like to dedicate this story to two people. The first is BringMeTheMemories. (check out her stories as well, absolutely amazing) She was such a motivation to me whilst writing the first book and her support through writing this has been... incredible to say the least. Thank you so much! You have no idea how much it means to me xx

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 Back. 

Andrew Johanessy.

I want you with me forever and… I know… I know it’s a long time… but Andrew… Andrew James Johanessy… I can’t lose you. Even if you say no… I’ll be here until the day you want to say yes.

Stupid displays of affection that I couldn’t live without; not anymore. It was so natural now, to just expect his body to be so close to my own; Ace was practically an extended piece of my heart, a crucial place that would never fail to keep beating or I would suffer immensely.

We’d survived and I’d like to believe that we could just keep on surviving.

You trust me don’t you?

With my life.

Accel and I needed to exist together, as a whole. We needed love and that was what we gave each other. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to feel him, wanted to see him… I just wanted Ace. I craved him so much that it caused physical pain to my heart.

I just want to protect you. I can’t lose you. I won’t.

I’ve told you before, I could never leave you. Not now. I want to stay with you. You’re the only thing in this world that makes me happy.

Writhing, twisting, burning heat; it consumed my heart with a raging force, embracing my body and I welcomed the grasp of love. I desire it. I was lost, happily oblivious when he was with me. This beautiful, dark, enthralling angel had suffered for me and swept me away with one small moment, in an old general store and asked one question that utterly changed the reason for my existence forever.

Andrew James Johanessy… will you marry me?

The answer was obvious; blatant agreement, words so riddled with emotion and passionate love that my heart felt like it would explode into confetti sized pieces of happiness. You want to marry me?!

God why do you question it! Andrew… you are mine, just as I am yours. Marriage isn’t what I ‘want’. I want more than that… so much more. This is the only way I can be sure you’ll be mine ‘forever’, because I want you for longer than that. ‘Forever’ isn’t enough. Marry me. Please. I’ll never stop asking. I’ll never give up. Please Princess. Please? I love you. Without you…

Stop! Stop! Stop asking, stop hating yourself… stop. I. Love. You. I love you for who you were, I love you for who you are .You. Accel Hilman. You.  I want all of you… I want to m-marry you and kiss you and have you to myself. I’m yours! Always. Longer than always.

There were so many tears. So much happiness, so much pleasure shared between us. Even through the hurt and pain, the threat of eternal darkness, we had survived and emerged stronger. We burned through everyday, like some cliché kind of love story. That’s what I thought anyway; none of this is real, Accel was too perfect and I had fallen for him so incredibly hard that I was afraid my heart was cracked in two but I was too blind to see it. Yet I yearned for this blindness, the colour of jade tainted every action I did, his smile, his laugh, his seductive voice whispered in my ear every second, teasing my mind.

He was my world now.

Nothing mattered anymore.

It was just me and him.

For longer than forever.

Forward.

This wasn’t the same as before. This was almost cruel, almost brutal.

It hurts…

“Ace…” I cried, trying to push him off me, move him away from my body. “Stop! This isn’t like you!”

Still he pressed further into me, forcing me back onto the sheets. Sure, he was demanding, but not like this. Today he was acting strange, heartless even. He felt weird under my touch; the way his body moved was almost foreign to me. When we made love it was gentle, love, not this…

“Accel.” I spoke sternly, trying to move my thin body out from under his weight. He simply pinned me down, lips trailing down my neck, shivers running down my spine.

I don’t like it.

“Andrew,” he growled, his voice sounding weird. This didn’t sound like him at all. What’s wrong with him? Even his hair when I clutched at it in the dark felt wiry between my fingers. Is he sick? I tugged it gently, not wanting to hurt him, trying to catch his attention. Panic was slowly beginning to rise in my stomach as he wrenched my hands away from him and slammed them into the sheets. I felt clothes leaving my body and landing on the ground but I didn’t care. I was numb.

Why is he doing this? Accel, I love you…you need to stop. This isn’t like you. What’s going on? Why?

I lay there, still as he flipped me over, screaming into the cushions as I felt him. There was no warning, no touching… no sign of him caring. It hurt… it fucking hurt!

“Stop!” I yelled, grunting when I felt his hand slam into the back of my head, forcing me down into the cushions. The world around me was black, a strange sense of detachment seeping into my body. I could feel his body above me, moving steadily, rhythmically. I could feel him within me. It wasn’t like before. Tears wet the cushions beneath me, my hands fisted in the bed covers.

I missed my boyfriend. I didn’t want this monster. I wanted Accel. Pain washed through me over and over again, his hands clutching my hips brutally, bruising the skin. I felt torn into pieces, abused.

I heard a strange sound leaving his mouth and knew it was over. Unable to move, I lay there limp as he pulled away, letting the pain take over my mind. Betrayal and fear washed over me, raw emotions tearing my chest apart. How could he do this? How could he treat me like this? Every tear that fell burned my cheeks, all I could do was listen to the sound of my sobs crack through the silence like gunshots. I blinked, blurry vision taking in the boy in front of me. Dirty, dirty, dirty… my mind screamed at me. I tugged my knees close to my chest, hugging them tightly and clawing desperately at my skin. I wanted to crawl out of my skin and run away, but all I could do was sit and scream and cry. Why? Don’t you love me? Why? Why? What have I done wrong? Everywhere hurt, the burn in my chest eating away into every crevice in my body. I merely watched in agony as the person I loved got dressed and turned to walk out the door.

“Accel,” I whispered hoarsely, crying again as my hand reached out to the silhouette in the doorway. A cruel grin twisted on his face as he stared at me, raising his eyebrow, the piercings on his face glittering in the hallway light.

“Bye Andrew.”

He can’t leave me… where is he going?

Where are you going?

But I love you…

I loved you…