Beyond Scars

Chapter 1: His Hands

"Baby I'm home!"

     George smiles turning around in his spot walking to the door silently. Kyle gives him a smile already taking off his coat, "what are we having for dinner?" George hangs the coat, fingers sliding over the slick material. "Steak, peas, and mash potatoes." He looks back at Kyle, not getting a chance to move before his hand is grabbing his jaw. "Its not covered properly," he says voice harsh and cold, making George curl in on himself. "I'm sorry, I must have smudged it. I didn't go outside today, no one knows I swear."

The hand leaves his jaw, Kyle now making his way to the kitchen. George rubs at the area, jaw hurting from the way he had held it. He doesn't take too long on himself, going to the kitchen wiping at his eye gently. "Work was hard, there was this girl trying to get a restraining order on her boyfriend because he hit her. God can't someone handle a slap without being a bitch. The court told him though that it was either he joins group therapy or goes to jail. I thought it wasn't right but she didn't give me room to speak, said I'd mansplain it." George nods and prepares the plates, filling Kyle's up as his words continue. "She gave me no room to talk I mean who does that?"

George turns around in his place walking over and laying the plate down infront of Kyle. "I'm sorry it was a hard day, is there anything I can do?" Kyle grabs one of his hands, rubbing over his palm. "Actually yes. Could you lose a few more pounds? I noticed yesterday you looked a little fat. The bathroom scales working right?" George nods mind attacking him at all angles. He wasn't good enough like usual, he didn't meet Kyle's standard. "Yes the scales working," Kyle nods letting go of George's hand. "Well then why haven't you lost more weight? I mean aren't you at all upset about being 109 pounds? That's way too overweight, you should be at 90 by now." George nods going over to his spot at the table, "I'll try harder." Kyle start a cutting up the steak, looking over at George.

"Trying isn't good enough, just do better. How about you start tonight, just sit there and look pretty." George looks down at the table cloth, fingers fidgeting with the bottom of his hoodie. His stomach growls and he ignores it knowing he needed to stay silent. He can hear the sound of utensils on the plate, and he hopes he did good. "Whats the seasoning on this?" George looks up and Kyle is holding up a piece of the steak. "Last week you said you liked the seasoning I put on the chicken. I thought I'd put it on the steak too, of course I did a taste test first I wouldn't want to give you something that wasn't good. I thought it was good, I hope it's good." Kyle lays down his fork clearing his throat, "don't ramble it's not attractive. Also it is good, and I asked for the seasoning not the backstory." George bites at his bottom lip ignoring the tears starting to show through, "I'm sorry." Kyle rolls his eyes and goes back to eating George looking down to avoid Kyle seeing the tears filling his eyes.

He'd call him weak, he'd say he should be more of a man. He always did. The tears roll down his cheeks, one dropping onto his interlocked hands. "You ate?" George's shoulders sag and he nods gently, he had to try it. Kyle would throw the plate at him again if he didn't. "Yes." Kyle stands up from his chair, "explain why." George tries to blink away the tears, "I had to make sure it didn't taste bad. I didn't want you to eat something that tasted bad." Kyle walks over to him looking down at him, making him intimidated under his gaze. "What is one of my biggest rules," he asks and George gulps back tears. "Don't eat unless I'm told to, and if I do eat without permission then I am to throw it up immediately." George's voice is shaky, fingernails digging into his own hand.

"If you knew then why in the Fuck would you disobey my orders?" He grabs George's hair, pulling his head back making him gasp in pain. "Sometimes I wonder why in the hell I even stay with you, your pathetic. Your pathetic and fat and so fucking worthless. Your sleeping on the couch tonight like a whore. Don't try and make it up to me because you can't. A filthy slut like you doesn't deserve to get a second chance." He lets him go and George breaks down, tears falling down his cheeks at a rapid pace. His head hurts and his heart isn't fairing any better. "Don't cry! I hate when you cry because it's so annoying! I mean you aren't even in pain, your just weak! A weak bitch just like every other girl and twink I've seen. A weak bitch, you don't deserve me."