Q noticed that Sal had been crying and stopped his carnage. The sight of seeing his friend in tears tore his heart in a million directions. Turning his attention towards the floor, Q quickly stormed out of the building. People were chasing after him, screaming and pandering him with questions. But Q didn't want to talk. The scars on his arms and face started to itch and burn and all Q wanted to do was go home and get shit faced drunk.
"Sir, come back here! Your boyfriend wants to see you!"
Stopping in his track, Q slowly turned around. His eye twitched violently as rage seeped through his body. He knew what the nurse was talking about, but him and Sal were NOT dating. They weren't even close to dating. Sure they'd seen each other naked a few times. And yes they did kiss on camera. Sal had even slapped Q's ass before, but they weren't dating.
Shaking his overly gay past away, Q rolled his eye and walked back to Sal'a room. The sound of him screaming in agony filled Q's ears and made his heart stop. Taking a deep breath, Q walked over to Sal with his head held high and the fakest smile ever.
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Impractically Broken
HorrorI've had this idea in my head for a while now, so why not write it down. [I NEED TO STOP WRITING NEW STORIES]
