(Authors Note: Contains depictions of violence and abuse)
A young male walked along a snowy path, using the footprints of others to avoid getting his boots wet. Looking up glanced over some of the signs. Eyes from sign to neon sign, enthralled with the colors and various shapes.
He didn't notice as a man put a foot out in front of him as he walked, his attention taken by the sights around and above him. Tripping he managed to catch himself before he could fall face-first into the snow-covered concrete. He could hear a small group of people laughing, and quickly stood up, dusting himself off as quick as he could. His face flushed as he jogged off shoving his hands in his pockets. He heard several slurs directed at him making him shrink down more. He heard another voice and the people laughing at him go quiet. Making him walk faster as he did not want to get involved with anything. He briefly debated turning around so he could just get home, but the people were in the way.
"Hey, uh...Guy with the black hoodie?" The voice from before, said loudly as footsteps approached the darker-skinned male.
"M-my name is M-morgan..." He mumbled looking over, tensing up as he noticed he was dressed in a patrol officers' uniform. The man had a large smile across his pale face, his blond curly hair seeming to have a mind of its own.
"Oh, well then Morgan. I think you dropped this." He said holding out a small grey wallet, "I saw one of those people take it after you walked away, figured I should get it back for you."
"Uh... Well thanks, Mister." Morgan grabbed the wallet shoving it in his pocket, "I sh-"
The man suddenly interrupted him, "Shit, I forgot to tell you my name. Hi," he held out a hand, "I am William, but you can call me Will."
"Then thank you, William." Morgan nodded with a weak smile, glancing down from the others face finding him relatively attractive. He blushed, looking away, for once glad it was cold as his cheeks were already dusty red.
"You're welcome, where are you off to?" The man asked, brushing his hair back in trying to control it, which made it stick up in a cow lick, making the caramel-skinned boy chuckle. "What? Did I do something?"
"Your hair is a bit messy." Morgan blurted, covering his mouth, not meaning to be rude, "Sorry." he mumbled looking away.
"Oh, yeah it... Whatever. So you gonna tell me where you are off to?" He asked trying to brush his hair over to control the madness on his head.
"Oh, I am getting home." Morgan said still finding the other ridiculous looking, "Do you need help?"
"Is it that bad?" William said defeated sighing, "Oh well, my dad will whine later I guess."
"Here, let me help," Morgan said reaching out instinctively to fix the hair, managing to get it looking decent.
"Thank you saved me from a rant." William joked, "Do you need a ride or anything?"
"No, my apartment is close." Morgan shook his head before turning to leave.
"Oh, ok. I hope to see you again." William said nodding, "I usually patrol in this area so it wouldn't be too uncommon."
"Ok." Morgan acknowledged before running home, not wanting to get in trouble. Reaching his door he unlocked and entered. Glad to find the place empty as he went to close the door before it slammed closed behind him. Grabbed the collar and turned around to face his boyfriend, he felt his stomach sink his smile fading.
"What are you doing?" The raven-haired man asked his lips turned in a stern scowl, "Did you think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out?" He thundered out, adjusting his hand so it was firmly gripped around his neck.
"S-sorry." Morgan choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks gripping the other's wrists in a weak attempt to stop him.
"Awe babe," He jeered, smiling before it faded into a sadistic smirk, "I have told you time after time, not to do this."
"I-I'm s-sorry." Morgan sobbed, feeling his mind begin to swim, as he felt his grip loosen, before he was tossed off, his head slamming into the wall.
"You look disgusting," Jackson growled before kicking the burnet in the stomach hard enough to induce vomit. "Clean yourself up, nobody wants to see you like this."
"Yes, Jack..." Morgan struggled out, standing up his stomach churning, as he limped to the bathroom. Stripped down to his boxers, he looked into the mirror, embarrassed by his body, finding himself too small and scarred. Fresh cuts covering his arms in small red and pale scars. Forcing him to look away in shame, before he returned to his mess, only taking a few minutes to clean up the vomit.
Feeling gross he wandered back to the bathroom stripping off his boxers and throwing them into a clothing hamper. Blindly reaching out and turning on the shower. He stepped away, sighing as he leaned against the wall looking down at his wrists, biting his lip as he teared up. Crossing his arms he dug his nails into the scars, silently sobbing, blood beading around his nail marks.
"This is your fault.." Morgan mumbled in a weak attempt to convince himself the "fact" but just felt he sounded dumb. His head was pounding and his stomach twisted in retaliation. Walking over to the shower he felt the water and managed to burn his hand forcing out a hiss. Making him realize he forgot to turn on the cold water. He no longer cared as he stepped in, deciding he could deal with the scalding water.
He only felt a bit better after furiously scrubbing his skin leaving the majority of his scars open and bleeding. He stepped out and realized that the towel he was sure was on the rack was gone, his honey eyes widening in a panic.
He decided to sit in the tub and wait till he was dry before he dared to exit the bathroom, waiting for about five minutes, before deciding he was dry enough. Standing he shuffled to their bedroom and put on a random pair of clothes, being sure to cover most of his skin. Exausted he walked into the living room only to find Jackson making out with some red-headed girl, causing him to freeze up.
"What do you want?" The other male asked after separating from the woman, obviously not pleased to see the young male, "Can't you see I am busy?"
"Sorry, I-" Morgan decided not to test it before he just walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Eventually, he curled up on his side his eyes heavy but he refused to sleep not wanting to get punished. He at some point laid down and fell into a dreamless sleep, waking up to his boyfriend staring down at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Mornin' Babe," Jackson said blankly as he leaned back against the beds backing.
"Mmh, did I sleep all night?" Morgan asked sitting up worried that he would get hit, "I didn't mean to fall asleep, I am sorry."
"You look cute when you sleep." He said as he brushed back the boy's hair, "You don't have to apologize for being cute."
"Oh, thank you," Morgan said smiling as he yawned, his head still aching, "Can I have a kiss, please?"
Shrugging he moved and kissed the younger male, "You are so needy babe." he said smiling, "But you look too cute not to."
"Thank you." Morgan said weakly, before standing up, "Imma go make breakfast, sorry if I woke up late."
"Actually just come here." Jackson said gently patting his lap, "I want something from you."
"What do you need?" He asked wearily moving to sit, making sure he could jump up if he needed to. He was almost instantly shoved onto the bed a hand over his throat, his fiancé having a sickly sweet smile.
"What's wrong my little angel? You look so scared. You know I wouldn't do anything to kill you." He said sweetly as he used his other hand to explore Morgan's body.
A weak sob emanated from his lips, his nails digging into the older's wrists as he tried desperately to escape. "J-j-jack..." he choked out his lips paling slightly, as he began to blank out.
"You look like a little fucking girl." He said in disgust harshly grabbing the brunette's thighs, cutting into the skin. "You should lose another 10 pounds, and maybe you could look like a proper man." Letting go of Morgan's throat he frowned, "Now fuck off before I decide that you are nothing to me again."
"Yes, sir." Morgan quivered before quickly getting up and running out of the room to the kitchen. Calming himself down Morgan sighed before he wearily went to work. He shuffled around the kitchen attempting to make something decent. Even deciding to make coffee for his fiancé, in a weak attempt to get Jack's forgiveness. After he finished he cautiously walked to the bedroom, juggling the food and drink. Entering the room the brunette gripped the items, trying to calm his shaking.
"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Jack seethed as he looked over from his phone.
"Yeah, well... But I made your food cause you haven't eaten, and coffee." Morgan stammered out, looking at the food.
"You are so tiring. But fine set it down there." Jack gestured to the bed-table.
Morgan smiled weakly as he walked over setting the items down, "Here you go." he said, as his fiancé grabbed the coffee. He didn't have time to react before half of his face drenched in the scalding liquid, causing him to step away, holding his face.
"I told you to leave me the fuck alone, you little shit." Jack fumed as he set the cup down walking over to Morgan taking his shoulders slamming him into the wall, "But you never seem to listen, do you?"
"S-sorry." Morgan cried out, tearing up, "P-please s-stop..."
"You are out. Now. I don't want to see your face. Come crawling back in a week and I may reconsider." Jack said as he let Morgan sink to the ground, "It is that or I fuck your brains out, you slut."
Morgan weakly stood before he glanced back running out of the house, sobbing as he attempted to wipe the brown liquid from his face. Even if it was a fruitless task.