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mindcrackloveThird time's the charm .-.
Let's get straight down to it.
SMS, pain, all that good stuff.
Blame Tac! She started it. (Wait.. Or was it jimmy?) XD
Be prepared to have feels broken.
I regret nothing
But no one knew what went on when the doors were closed. They didn't know the pain kurt felt, day in, day out. They didn't feel the fear that kurt did when the door slammed open, followed by heavy footsteps. They didn't see the fury in another's eyes, blazing like a wild fire.
Most of all, they didn't know the struggle of having to try and hide the damage. Black eyes, numerous bruises, and other bad, painful injuries.
Today was like any other day. Kurt had got in late from his day at work, and climed into bed. The alarm read 4:56am, much too early to be up yet.
Kurt stiffened as zisteau rolled over. He flinched as a hand was flung over him. When he realised the man was still sleeping, he slowly relaxed, daring to get comfortable. He rolled onto his side, meaning he was closer to his boyfriend.
He sighed. How did it all go so wrong? They had been the perfect couple. That's what everyone had thought, anyway. But nothing lasts forever.
It had only taken months for zisteau's violent side to show. It started off as light pushes, slaps that stung but didn't leave marks. But over time, it got worse. Oh, so much worse. Punches, kicks, anything that would cause pain. Kurt had suffered many cracked ribs, and the occasional broken nose.
But, no matter how many injuries, how small or big, the pain of betrayal was always there. Pain, and fear. That's all he seemed to feel nowdays.
Kurt fell into an uneasy sleep. It wasn't long though, before he was jerked awake by a handful or hair being pulled roughly.
"What's ha- ha- happened?" He yawned.
Whack
A slap stung his face.
The first of many
"What happened? What happened? i'll tell you what happened, you stupid fuck." Zisteau spat, voice cold and eyes ablaze with utter fury.
"Because you can't seem to keep up with the bills, we're running into debt. We'll probably lose the house. And it's your fault"
Kurt bowed his head.
"Look at me."
Kurt refused to look up.
whack
Another slap, harder this time, stinging more, sending his head reeling. A hand grabbed his chin, forcing his head up roughly. Kurt winced in pain, still refusing to meet Zisteau's eyes.
"Look at me!" He practically screamed, his face close to Kurts. Spit sprayed from his lips, causing the other man to pull away. Kurt pushed Zisteau away from him, catching the other man by surprise.
Zisteau stood, shocked. Neither could believe what just happened. An unmistakable look of absolute_fury_ was directed at Kurt, before the other man walked slowly over to Kurt.
"You are going to regret that. Very, very much" Zisteau said in a calm voice, though his eyes gave away how we felt.
Zisteau grabbed Kurt by the wrist, dragging him up, only to slam him into the ground. The wind was knocked out of him, yet he had no time to prepare for the beating he was given.
Zisteau really took his time, torturing Kurt, watching him wince in pain after every blow. A sudden thought crossed his mind, a thought that made him laugh demonically.
He stood up and walked out the room, leaving Kurt on the floor, a crumpled mess. He soon returned though, a knife in his hand. Kurt looked up at him, terror evident in his eyes.
"Goodbye, Kurt" He said, not giving him a chance to reply. He drive the 6inch knife into his throat, the blood welling immediately. He looked at Kurts face, watching the colour slowly fade from it as he gasped for breath.
Until finally, he fell silent, glassy eyes staring up at Zisteau. Staring, but no longer seeing.
Let's get straight down to it.
SMS, pain, all that good stuff.
Blame Tac! She started it. (Wait.. Or was it jimmy?) XD
Be prepared to have feels broken.
Kurt didn't know what to do.
To most people, he looked like he had the perfect life. A nice house, a reasonable job, a adorable pet... And his boyfriend.
But no one knew what went on when the doors were closed. They didn't know the pain kurt felt, day in, day out. They didn't feel the fear that kurt did when the door slammed open, followed by heavy footsteps. They didn't see the fury in another's eyes, blazing like a wild fire.
Most of all, they didn't know the struggle of having to try and hide the damage. Black eyes, numerous bruises, and other bad, painful injuries.
Today was like any other day. Kurt had got in late from his day at work, and climed into bed. The alarm read 4:56am, much too early to be up yet.
Kurt stiffened as zisteau rolled over. He flinched as a hand was flung over him. When he realised the man was still sleeping, he slowly relaxed, daring to get comfortable. He rolled onto his side, meaning he was closer to his boyfriend.
He sighed. How did it all go so wrong? They had been the perfect couple. That's what everyone had thought, anyway. But nothing lasts forever.
It had only taken months for zisteau's violent side to show. It started off as light pushes, slaps that stung but didn't leave marks. But over time, it got worse. Oh, so much worse. Punches, kicks, anything that would cause pain. Kurt had suffered many cracked ribs, and the occasional broken nose.
But, no matter how many injuries, how small or big, the pain of betrayal was always there. Pain, and fear. That's all he seemed to feel nowdays.
Kurt fell into an uneasy sleep. It wasn't long though, before he was jerked awake by a handful or hair being pulled roughly.
"Wake up." Zisteau said, dragging kurt into a sitting position.
Kurt looked at him blearily, rubbing his eyes.
"What's ha- ha- happened?" He yawned.
Whack
A slap stung his face.
The first of many
"What happened? What happened? i'll tell you what happened, you stupid fuck." Zisteau spat, voice cold and eyes ablaze with utter fury.
"Because you can't seem to keep up with the bills, we're running into debt. We'll probably lose the house. And it's your fault"
Kurt bowed his head.
"Look at me."
Kurt refused to look up.
whack
Another slap, harder this time, stinging more, sending his head reeling. A hand grabbed his chin, forcing his head up roughly. Kurt winced in pain, still refusing to meet Zisteau's eyes.
"Look at me!" He practically screamed, his face close to Kurts. Spit sprayed from his lips, causing the other man to pull away. Kurt pushed Zisteau away from him, catching the other man by surprise.
Zisteau stood, shocked. Neither could believe what just happened. An unmistakable look of absolute_fury_ was directed at Kurt, before the other man walked slowly over to Kurt.
"You are going to regret that. Very, very much" Zisteau said in a calm voice, though his eyes gave away how we felt.
Kurt shuddered. He knew what was coming next. He also knew this time will probably be the worst yet.
Zisteau grabbed Kurt by the wrist, dragging him up, only to slam him into the ground. The wind was knocked out of him, yet he had no time to prepare for the beating he was given.
Punch after punch, kick after kick, any source of pain Zisteau knew, he used.
And all Kurt could do was take it. He couldn't fight back, it'd just make it worse. Sobbing didn't work either. And screaming out just made Zisteau shove whatever was nearby into his mouth, muffling the sound.
And all Kurt could do was take it. He couldn't fight back, it'd just make it worse. Sobbing didn't work either. And screaming out just made Zisteau shove whatever was nearby into his mouth, muffling the sound.
Zisteau really took his time, torturing Kurt, watching him wince in pain after every blow. A sudden thought crossed his mind, a thought that made him laugh demonically.
He stood up and walked out the room, leaving Kurt on the floor, a crumpled mess. He soon returned though, a knife in his hand. Kurt looked up at him, terror evident in his eyes.
Zisteau lent down, smiling sadistically.
"Goodbye, Kurt" He said, not giving him a chance to reply. He drive the 6inch knife into his throat, the blood welling immediately. He looked at Kurts face, watching the colour slowly fade from it as he gasped for breath.
Until finally, he fell silent, glassy eyes staring up at Zisteau. Staring, but no longer seeing.
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Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 03:43 pm (UTC)That's how it went down
It'll get some good fics out of it though, so all is well!
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Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 03:44 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry you got caught in the firing range
(Not really because I'm an evil author but shh)
//hugs//
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Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 04:08 pm (UTC)I look forward to it : 3
Welcome to the revenge train.
Enjoy your stay
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Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 03:45 pm (UTC)Just you wait tac.
I might just throw another thing your way.
Just you wait :3
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Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, August 3rd, 2015 06:27 pm (UTC)As I said, bring it, bitch.
*demonic laughter*
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Date: Wednesday, August 5th, 2015 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Monday, November 7th, 2016 07:56 am (UTC)-Observing Anon, time travel log 1
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