Slasher One-shots And Scenarios

Hurt: Bo Sinclair

From prompt #15: "If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."
Request from: dumbo60
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Bo had come home early from the garage. Nobody had come through town and he just wasn't feeling it today. He just wanted to be left alone.

Now he had the whole house to himself. You had gone out to get some stuff with Lester and Vincent was down in the basement, working on another figure, leaving Bo to himself.

He sat on the couch, staring down at the beer bottle that he held loosely between his legs. His thumb running over the opening absently. His eyes trailed from the bottle to his wrists, scanning the scars that laced them.

He hated them.

They were ugly and they were just another reminder of all the things he hated about himself. He began glaring at them until he stopped to raise his bottle and take a large drink, draining the bottle, before he returned to glare at his scars again. He just wanted them gone.

He heard the front door open and glanced over to see your form walking  across the room, to the kitchen, carrying a large amount of bags with you. Bo stood, still holding the empty bottle and made his way to the kitchen as well.

You were putting away the hoard of groceries you had bought to sustain you and the three boys when you saw Bo's figure leaning in the doorway. You quietly shut the fridge door and turned to look at him. You could tell he had been drinking...a lot.

"Did you get me any more beers?" You frowned a bit at his question.

"You have some," You gave a slight sigh. You could smell the alcohol and see it in his face. "And by the looks of it, you've already had enough to drink, Bo." Bo frowned and narrowed his eyes at you.

"That's none of your damn buiessness how much I've had!" He growled under his breath and glanced down at his wrists again, making him even madder.

"I'll drink as much as I want to! How else am I supposed to forget about these fuckin' scars and everything else?!"

Your eyes widened slightly. Sure, Bo sometimes set off but not like this. He never mentioned the scars, even if both of you knew damn well where they came from. He wiped the corner of his mouth before he turned to storm out.

"Bo..." He turned back, glaring.

"No! I don't need you reminding me of everything I hate about myself! They do it well enough!" You brought a hand to your mouth but couldn't think of anything to say.

You gave a sigh and turned away from him, starting to put away some food in the cabinets. You didn't want to fight him. This just wasn't something worth fighting over.

The room had grown dead silent until you heard the loud clattering of a bottle dropping against the kitchen tile.

You didn't even have the chance to turn around completely when Bo's arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he pressed his face into your hip.

You looked down at him and saw that he was on his knees. Tears looked like they were threatening to spill. You turned the rest of the way around, only to have Bo press his face into your stomach.

"I'm so sorry..." Bo's voice was broken and your eyes softened. You slowly moved your hands up into his curly brown hair.

"I know, Bo. I know..." You stroked the back of his head lightly, playing with his hair somewhat. He gave a deep sigh against you and his body shook.

"Here," You gently took his arms and pulled them away from you, leading him to his feet. "Come with me..."

You took Bo's hand and led him up to your shared bedroom. You gently opened the door and led him inside, closing it behind you.

You led him to the bed and pulled him down with you as you laid down. He quietly obliged and laid next to you. He moved his head, and dug the front of his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You reached a hand up and began running a hand through his curls again as your eyes wondered down to his wrist. You slowly moved your other hand down to where his laid and slowly took it in yours.

"Oh, Bo," Your voice was soft as you leaned your head against his. "If I could, I would kiss all your scars away."

You turned your head slightly and gave him a light kiss on the forhead. Bo let out a small sigh and shut his eyes. He found comfort in laying besides you. He would be just fine to stay right there with you for now.