forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

tune

"My head is probably the top priority…" Lucas examined himself in the mirror, tipping his chin down to examine the shards of glass embedded in his scalp. "Ah, well… I've done this before, so don't worry too much about hurting me."

Sitting him down carefully on the seat of the toilet, she gave him a worried look. "How often does this happen?" She asked softly, kneeling down so she was below him. Hating the feeling of someone standing over her herself, she didn't want to do it to him. "Be completely honest with me."

"Um…" Lucas fidgeted nervously. "About… once every week or two, usually? He can only do it when his bottle's empty, obviously, so if he's got a full one, he just hits me with it. That tends to hurt pretty bad and bruise, but it's a lot more manageable than this…"

The look she gave him. It was full of hurt, and pity mixed together. "Lu… this is too much, you could have gotten yourself killed." She paused, a terrible realization coming to mind. "Is that what you wanted?" She asked worried now, cupping his cheek with her hand carefully.

Lucas shook his head. "No… w-well, kinda, sometimes. That wasn't really the way I wanted to go, but there were some points when I was in such a bad state that I didn't care how it happened." He leaned into her hand a bit, closing his eyes. He looked exhausted.

Her heart stopped in her chest, and she pulled back. She couldn't believe it. He had been beaten weekly, and she had even noticed. She hadn't bothered to ask him, until he told her the truth. "I… I think I need to go get a glass of water. Brett can fix you up." She whispered, briskly getting up and stepping out of the bathroom. She did her best, not to show the tears starting to form.

"Mel, wait. I-I'm sorry." Lucas stood up and tried to follow her. "Mel!" He'd seen the beginnings of tears in her eyes, and so his own eyes were stinging as well. He looked up at Brett weakly, unsure what to do. Should he follow her? Give her space? He just had no idea.

"Everything OK?" He asked concerned, as his cousin brushed pass him and down the hall. Melissa wasn't mad, she was just heartbroken. Her best friend, the boy who trusted her, wasn't there when he needed her most. Of course she would be crestfallen. "What happened? Did I miss something?" He asked softly, not going after Melissa.

Lucas sighed and shrugged. "I have no idea… s-she's upset because my dad… and sometimes I was in a really bad mental state, and I kinda wanted him to take it too far. God, I wish I could just protect her from all this. She doesn't deserve to have to deal with all my shit…"

Brett gave him a soft look, leading him back into the bathroom. "My sweet cousin has some issues. She's really not the best at taking bad news. She forces it on herself, assuming everything happens because of something she did." The young man told Lucas, filing through the cabinets. "She just needs some space to think, though I'd suggest being careful how much you tell her. From now on I mean." He offered, pulling out some bandages to wrap him up with.

"B-But I can't lie to her! I feel horrible, and she knows every single one of my tells. She always knows when I'm lying." Lucas sighed, running his fingers through his hair and wincing again when he bumped the glass. "And she asks super specific questions, so she'll always get the answer she wants whether or not I tell the truth."

"Woah, woah, I need you to relax." Brett told him, setting the bandages aside. "I know she can be that way, I'm rather surprised she hasn't thought about becoming an investigator. But you just got to avoid her question. Start talking about something half related. She's easy to distract, if you do it the right way." Brett told him, patting his shoulder. "Now how do you normally go about getting the glass out of your scalp?"

Lucas sighed again. "I just feel bad not telling her the truth…" He looked up at the question. "Um… w-well, I don't exactly have any medical equipment at my house, so I just kinda… pull it out?" He replied weakly. "It's quite painful, as you can probably imagine, but it's the best I can do. Some kind of tweezers or something similar would probably work well."

Brett winced slightly, having the image implanted in his brain. "Do you want something to bite on? From personal experience, I like to bite on something other than my lip for immense amounts of pain." He mumbled, grabbing a washcloth from under the sink, along with a pair of tweezers.

"Uh… sure. Like what?" He asked. His heart started pounding in anticipation of the pain that was about to come. He knew this would probably better than when he did it at home, though.

"How about a wash cloth? That's the best I can offer you." He mumbled, holding it up to him. "You can dampen it, so it isn't as dry in your mouth." Brett mentioned, preparing himself for what he had to do for the poor boy.

"Alright…" Lucas ran the midpart of the washcloth under the tap for a couple seconds, wrung it out, and stuck it in his mouth. He knelt down so this would be easier for Brett, his thin form trembling in fear.

"I'm not going to purposely hurt you, I promise you." He whispered, and began to pick the glass from his scalp carefully. In the other room, Melissa was sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her face. "Suck it up, you need to go help him." Melissa whispered.

Lucas bit down hard on the cloth, tensing up at the pain. He gripped the counter tight and started breathing a bit more heavily. Fresh blood dripped from his wounds whenever a piece of glass was removed.

"Almost done, I promise." Brett whispered, continuing to do what he had been. Until he heard the bathroom door click. Melissa stepped in, and bent down in front of Lucas. "Hey, I'm here. I'm sorry for walking out on you." She soothed, taking his hand in her own. Sighing, Brett went back to pulling the glass from his skin.

Lucas looked up at her weakly, his eyes shining with pained tears. He clung tightly to her hand and winced again as Brett pulled out another piece of glass. The washcloth in his mouth prevented him from speaking, so he couldn't reply to Melissa.

Trying not to wince at her own pain, she ran her thumb across his knuckles. "He's almost done, you won't have to worry about this anymore." Melissa cooed, reaching up to wipe his tears away. "As soon as this is done, you can take a shower and head to bed. You can take my bed, I don't mind." She continued to whisper, trying to relax him and his pain.

He shook his head a bit and flinched again. He tried to say something, but the words were far too muffled to discern through the washcloth. He couldn't sleep in her bed, of course. It was hers, and he'd feel horrible for taking it. He'd be fine on the couch.

"I need you not to move." Brett mumbled, pulling back some when he shook his head. "You're going to hurt yourself, or make me hurt you." Continuing to mumble, Brett went back to picking the glass out.
Though Melissa was still looking up to him with a frown. "Hey, come on, I want you to take it. I can sleep in my brother's. I just thought you'd be more comfortable in my bed."

Lucas gripped Melissa's hand tightly and bit down hard on the washcloth when Brett pulled out a particularly jagged and long piece of glass. He was breathing heavily and couldn't keep himself from shaking, and he was clearly in a lot of pain.

"Last little bit." Brett whispered, concentrating solely on that now. Melissa brought his hand up to the side of her face, being as gentle as she could be. "You're almost done, it won't hurt anymore." She whispered, looking up to him with a tender look.

Blood was staining almost the entire side of Lucas's head by now, which made him a little woozy and lightheaded. His eyelids fluttered and his grip on Melissa started weakening as he swayed dangerously.

"Lu? I need you to stay with me." She called out, as Brett pulled back from him. "We need to clean up the blood, so he stops bleeding." He stated, setting the tweezers aside. "Lu, I really need you to stay with me." She frantically spoke, watching both boys at once.

Lucas whined weakly, the noise muffled through the washcloth, and closed his eyes. He decided to lean against the sink for support, the loud buzzing in his ears making it very difficult to hear anything Melissa or Brett were saying.

"Come on Lucas, I need you to stay with me." She begged, bringing his hand to her lips. Melissa wasn't sure what was happening to him, but it scared her. And Brett was clearly in a fritz as well. Holding a towel to his head, he made sure not to push him off the sink. "Come on, please Lu?"