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DaveJohn- Sadstuck - Chapter 12/?

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Tomorrow’s not that much better.

   People touching you in gym, names in the hallway, the pushing and shoving. It’s not as bad as yesterday.

   Just because it’s not as bad doesn’t mean it hurts any less. Lately you’ve been hanging on Dave every second you can, and by lately you mean since yesterday since you decided to stop cutting.  So far he’s let you, though you can tell at times he’s getting a little annoyed. You would be too if your kind of withdrawn boyfriend was suddenly laying on you like a bed all the damn time. He hasn’t said anything, but you’re already planning on backing off a little. You make it through the day with a sigh here and there and a small groan from time to time.

Dave has made sure not to touch you at all today, but you make him break the rule by holding your hand on the way back to his house. The closer you get to the destined area, the tighter you grip his hand. He sighs a little, knowing what day it is for you today. You really don’t want to cling to Dave like this, but he’s your safe zone at the moment so, you kind of have little choice. When you arrive at the house you’re still squeezing Dave’s hand tightly. He comes inside and tugs you straight to your room, ignoring Bro when he calls you both to sit down.

Inside the room Dave turns and cups your face in both hands. “John, calm down. breath.”

You hadn’t realized your breath was coming out in ragged puffs, but you close your eyes and try to take a deep breath anyways. It doesn’t work the first couple times. When you finally manage to do that you’re close to crying, you’re so fucking scared and tired of this shit. You’re tired of lying and being in pain. You’re tired of not being able to talk to you dad and see him happy again. You’ve got fifteen minutes.

“John.” Dave’s talking quietly know, softly. You blink at him and he continues. “Listen, you don’t have to do this.”

You take a deep breath, “No.” Your voice is wavering again but it’s not too bad, “It’s okay. I’m okay. It’ll be okay.”

He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks gently, “It’s not okay, I’m serious though, I'll be right here. Just say my name, I won’t let him hurt you.”

You nod, placing your hands on top of his.

 

“Hey brats. Get your asses in here.” Bro’s voice drifts in, not very happy and you take a deep breath before going to the living room with Dave, hands placed in each other’s grasp. He’s sitting on the table and nods at the couch where the two of you sit down. “Alright John. This is your last chance, do you want to back out of this?”

You squeeze Dave hand confidently. “No.”

You see Bro nod, with what looks like approval on his mouth. “Dave’ll be in his room doing homework, and I’ll be working on a project so we don’t drive ourselves crazy while you talk. If you need us, you call us.”

Dave chimes in, “If you think he’s going to get violent, you call us.”

They’re really worried about you, and you smile a little and nod. “I will.”

He gives you a long look, “I mean it kid. No going anywhere with him.”

You salute, “Yes sir.” By the small tilt of his head you can gouge that he just rolled his eyes at you.

“Alright, come on Dave. His Dad’s sure to be early.”

Dave looks at you and you lean over and give him a small kiss, which he chases after you to reciprocate. You grin and laugh a little as he starts peppering your face in kisses. Eventually Bro pulls him off and lugs him to his room where he dumps in in the doorway and closes the door before turning to you with a nod of his head. You’re smiling brightly, and give him the thumbs up and he ducks into his own room. You settle down on the couch, your phone gone in your backpack, not getting any of the texts your Dad is sending.

 

When 4:03 finally rolls around a knock sounds at the door. You stiffen before relaxing yourself and answering the door. Your Dad looks at you, surprised it was you who answered the door.

“Are you ready to go son?”

“I’m not going anywhere, we’re gonna sit down here and talk, like you said you wanted to.” You shake your head and keep your voice calm.

“Didn’t you get my texts that said get ready to go home? I know I sent them to you.”

“I don’t have my phone it’s on my backpack, the point is I’m not going anywhere.”

“John.” You can tell he’s starting to lose his patients. “Let’s go.”

You move aside and sit on the table in front of the couch. “Come on in, Dad. Shut the door behind you on the way in please.” He narrows his eyes at you, you know you’re pushing his limits.

He takes a seat on the couch in front of you. “You look good.”

“I’ve healed nicely haven’t I?” Your voice is dead of any emotions and you see him tense.

“Yes.” His voice is as tense as his body. “Are you ready to come home?”

“Is Dave allowed to come over whenever he wants to  and stay the night whenever he wants to?”

“No.”

“It never bothered you before.”

“I didn’t realize how sinful he was before.”

You pause for a minute. “I’m not going with you Dad.”

“John.” His eyes are on the cold side, but not gone. He still sees you as his son.

“As long as you see my happiness with Dave as a sin I’ll never come back to you.” You tell him and you see it break him. Before it turns to unbridled rage you see the loneliness and sadness behind it as he stands up and grabs your arm forcefully cause you to yell out as he starts dragging you towards the door. Dave and Bro’s door are open in a second and Dave starts pulling you back as Bro pries your Dad’s hand off you. Your Dad looks to you, you're so torn. You want to go to your Dad and hug him and tell him you still love him, but you can’t. not while he’s like this.

“I think it’s time you left.” Bro is in front of you, shielding you.

“Not without my son.”

“I heard him make himself perfectly clear, he wants to stay here.” Dave speaks up and Bro gives him a look over his shoulder and you're suddenly being hauled off to the spare room while Bro holds back your Dad. Your Dad is shouting things at you, you think you’re crying, can you ever hear anything. The only thing that jolts you is when Dave leaves you and you’re finally able to curl into a ball and keep crying. After a few minutes have passed Dave and Bro show up to try to comfort you, but you tell them to get out. You want to be alone right now. You need to think, get yourself in order.

 

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You don’t come out until it’s late in the night. You’ve dried your eyes and look at the Striders, Bro who’s sitting nonchalantly, bit you now he’s worried. Dave looks like he would be tripping over his feet to get to you if he wasn’t restraining himself right now.

“I’m sorry, about earlier.” You say. “I just, I got confused and I needed some time to think.”

“It’s cool.” Bro shrugs. “You all good now?” You nod and a knock sounds at the door. You look at it with wide eyes as Dave gets up and opens it, handing the Chinese delivery guy some money before sitting over and motioning for you to come over. You take a few steps towards them after you calm yourself down again. Once you’re within range Dave grabs you and pulls you so you’re sitting squished between the two of them. It’s uncomfortable and seriously warm, and there’s so much more room on the futon, but you don’t say anything. It’s uncomfortable on the outside, but it makes you feel safer on the inside while you eat. Dave leans over and peck your cheek a few times before you turn your head and catch his lips in surprise. He pulls back and you both can't help the grins on your faces.

He leans in again, “I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers in your ear and you kiss his cheek in thanks.

“Hey brats, there will be no sex in this house, so you better stop getting frisky.”

“You’re just jealous you can’t get your mack on with anyone dude.” Your face is heating up.

“Shut the fuck up, Dave.”

“You wish I would.”

“You fucking shit.”
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