He Said, She Said; Attyston

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A horror film. That's what the house probably looked like. It was four in the morning and Connor was currently on the kitchen floor screaming at his father as he was kicked. Better than still being tied to his dad's bed. Though Jon wasn't so happy about the knife Connor had hidden to cut himself free.
He scrambled away as his father reached for the belt, sobbing and fumbling for his phone.

Four in the morning and he didn't know who to call but he had to get out..
Didn't want Attyston know but..Jon was drunk and angry and Connor wasn't sure how much more he could survive in this bout of rage. He hit Att's contact and called, desperately begging that he pick up, screeching as he was struck across the face. Struggling to his feet, he didn't wait for Attyston to speak. The moment he heard the phone pick up, he sobbed.
"A-Att it's Connor I-
Leave m-m-me alone!" He screeched as his leg wa grabbed and he tumbled to the floor again, whimpering. His father yelle slurred profanities at him.
"Come get me, pl-l-lease...." He desperately rambled off the address, not that the run down place was hard to miss, in the worst part of the neghborhood now.
Jon stepped on his hand, kicking the phone away, and Connor desperately bit his ankle, crawling away and hiding in the closet, holding the door shut and shaking ad his father pounded on the other side. He held the phone to his bare, heaving chest.
"Just h-hurry.."

[Attyston Thomas]

I sit up in bed as my phone rings. I blink slightly, looking at the clock. Four am. Who the fuck was calling at four am? I grumble something and reach for my phone, brow creasing as it said that Connor was calling. I answer and hold it up to my face, barely mumbling out a sleepy 'Hello' before I could tell something was wrong. I hear yelling in the background and it instantly woke me up. "What's wrong?" I ask before he's telling me to come and get him before he gives me the address. "I'm coming." I say, getting out of bed. I keep the phone to my face as I pull open one of my drawers to pull on a pair of gym shorts. I pull a Misfits shirt over my head, slipping my Toms onto my feet before I grab the keys to my old Honda before I'm out the door.
-le drive-
I pull up beside the run down house, but this was the address that Connor had given me. I get out of the car, starting up the walk way. I stop at the door. Did I just knock? Or do I do in to find him? "Connor?" I call, banging my fist on the door. Was he in trouble? Should I just go in? I shift from foot to foot in indecision.

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The pound on the door. Connor peeked ou of the closet, not sure where his father was. He was battered and bruised all over, a hand shaped mark on a thigh, strippin to his briefs. He touched at his bleeding nose, glad it wasn't broken, and stumbled out of the closet, grabbin his backpack and kitten and hearing his father shout.
Throwing the door open, he stared at Attyston like a frightened animal, suoving him back down the walkway and yelping as his father threw an empty beer bottle at his shoulders. Since he had nothing on, it was clear how thin and scarred and beaten up he was. He sobbed brokenly, scambling into the car and seting the kitten down, locking the door as he hid his face and shook in terror.
"Dr-rive," He choked, though his father didn't leave the stoop, yelling thigs and telling him not to come back until he learned his lesson.
Connor tried hiding the hand marks on his legs, humiliated and hurting.

[Attyston Thomas]

A shout reaches my ears and I'm about to open the door when Connor pulls it open, wearing nothing but his black briefs. He shoves me back down the walkway and I scramble in the driver's side, starting my Honda as he climbs in the passenger side, telling me to drive. I did, tearing away from the curb, my heart pounding. Soon we pull up outside my apartment and I put my forehead on the steering wheel, turning the car off. I wanted to know what was going on. It was fairly obvious, but I'd still like the whole story. Instead of asking for it, I get out of the car, taking Connor's hand in mine as he climbs out of my car and I start up towards the apartment. A yawn breaks over my face as I stick the key in the lock and I open the door, ushering him in infront of me. I close the dor behind us, slipping the deadbolt into it's place. I highly doubted his dad would follow us, but I wanted Connor to feel safe.

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Connor held Attyston's hand tightly in his aching one, shivering and shaking as he stumbled beside him until they got inside. His breathing was quick and forced, frightened, his heart racing.
Feeling sick and exhausted, he let his hand slide from Attyston's as he sank to his knees, fingers tangling in his hair as he squeezed his eyes shut and curled forward as he gagged breathlessly. When he was sure he wasn't going to hyperventilate or have a full blown panic attack, he straightened up and held a hand over his bleeding nose, just sitting on the floor and shaking, clawing at his own arms.

[Attyston Thomas]

I turn back around to find Connor on his knees, hands running through his hair. I squat beside him, taking his hands from his arms and into mine. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's fine." I breathe, bringing his hands up to my lips to kiss them lightly. "You're safe, I swear." I continue, running my thumbs over his hands comfortingly. "Look. I'll get you some clothes, something to eat if you want, and you can have my bed. It's four in the morning. I'll take the couch." I say, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze before standing and wandering back to my room. I pull my Doors shirt and a pair of plain black shorts like the ones I had on. I didn't know whether or not to bring Connor boxers but eventually decide against it. I head back to the living room to hold the clothes out to him. "Bathroom's the first door on the left." I say, gesturing witha jerk of my head down the hallway I'd just come from.

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Connor jerked as his hands were taken, liftin his head to gaze at Attyston in terror. He swallowed and focused on his voice, thumbs gently stroking the bony structure of his hands. They were shaking so bad..
Managing to calm down some, he struggled back to his feet and stared at the floor, teeth grinding while he waited.
Att returned with clothes and he didn't bother trying to find the bathroom to clean himself up..didn't want to see himself in the mirror.
Pulling them on, he sniffled and wiped his face carefully, touching his nose to be sure it wasn't still bleeding before standing there awkwardly, watching jascaar stumble around with interest.
Connor was simply trying to keep from freaking out.
"I'm-..i'm s-s-sorr-ry..." He whispered brokenly.

[Attyston Thomas]

He tskes the clothes and just pulls them on, not bothering with going to the bathroom. "It's not a problem. I'd do anything to help you." I say, shaking my head. Once the words were out of my mouth, I knew they were true. I follow his gaze to where Jascaar was snuffing around before looking back at him. "Let's get the blood off of your face." I say, heading into the kitchen. I tear a paper towel off the roll and wet it in the sink before heading back to him. "C'mon, it'll be better if you were sitting." I continue, taking his thin hand in mine to lead him over to the couch. "I'm sorry if I hurt you." I add, sitting down beside Connor before beginning to dab gently at the blood on his nose and face.

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Connor listened curiously, noddin at the words. He shifted his weight uneasily while Attyston was in the kitchen, watching him come back out and letting him take his hand. Connor followed him to the couch, sitting down with a whimper before his head. "Y-you didn't do anything." His whispered, sitting rigid Attyston dabbed the blood away.
He waited for him to finish before staring down at his lap, pulling the shorts lower to try and hide more bruises. He was so humiliated, rubbed a his achin side.

[Attyston Thomas]

I nod slightly as Connor says that I didn't do anything, more intent on cleaning him up than anything else. Soon I lean back, folding the now bloody paper towel in half. "There." I state simply, reaching over to drop it into the trash can beside the couch. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This whole situation was pretty damn overwhelming. But, my main concern was for Connor. "You should get some sleep. My room's at the end of the hall." I say, biting at my lip. I run my hand through my hair before bending forward to pull my Toms off my feet before setting them neatly beside the couch. "I'll make breakfast later." I add. I didn't know when I'd wake up. Probably eight or something.

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Connor watched him take his shoes off, couldn't stop shaking. God he hurt. And he could only guess he wouldn't get any sleep. "Come with m-me..?" He asled hesitantly, afraid Attyston might get annoyed. He didn't want to seem helpless. He was just...scared, as much as he hated to admit.
He'd clean himself up in the morning when he had calmed down. And he supposed that would be when Attyston expected an explanation. He probably already did, but it could wait.
His phone buzzed and he eyed the contact number before chucking it at the wall with a growl, scowing as the battery simply fell out.
Leaning down he picked Jascaar up. "..o-only if you want..." He finally whispered and got up, limping down the hall to the bedroom and curling up, pulling the blankets over his head as he cried softly to himself.

[Attyston Thomas]

I look over at him, raising my eyebrows slightly as Connor invited me to come with him. He probably didn't want to be alone, and he probably just needed the comfort at the moment. And I was usually pretty good at the latter. I watch as his phone goes off and jump as he simply flings it at the wall, the battery popping out as it hit the floor. "I'm coming." I reply softly, standing up to follow Connor as he makes his way down the hall to my room. It would've been awkward if it wasn't four in the morning and if he wasn't crying. I pull the covers back to slip in beside him, gently taking Connor into my arms. I don't say sorry, I don't say anything. He just needed someone, and I would be that person. I'd be there for him.

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Connor sniffled softly, curling slowly against him, head near his as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Attyston. He coughed a bit, shaking against the other male, but laid awake for almost an hour before he finally began to drift into sleep, wheezing with each rise and fall of his chest. He didn't sleep easy though, teeth grinding as isual, occasionally whimpering or mumbling, each time gripping Attyston tighter.

[Attyston Thomas]

He leaned against me, laying his head down near mine before he wrapped his arms around me. Not exactly the way I'd envisioned my first night with Connor, but, I was still glad to spend it with him, to be the person that he called when he needed help. It as nice to be needed. I fall asleep fairly quickly, though as his grip tightens around me it does wake me up once or twice before I finally fall back to sleep once more.
-you skip to morning-

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Connor stirred some time in the morning, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling blankly, runnin the ngut's events through his head. He let out a shaky breath and got up, pulling the shirt off and wandering to the bathroom. He didn't close the door, running the water and grabbing a rag, beginning to wipe blood from his back and shoulders, his thighs. He cleared his throat.
He rubbed at it, sore from screaming, and limped out to the living room, aitting on the sofa and staring at the floor.