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As Will blankly stared at the ceiling his body aching and swollen, a soft snoring heard from beside him. He slowly sat up, only to be met by a deep voice, “there’s money on the bedside table, grab it on your way out sugar.” He leaned up and kissed Will’s face, “If its not to your liking just let me know.” And with that the man laid back down. Will got up and weakly limped to the bedside table, a small stack of cash lay there, several hundred dollars. Will grabbed it slowly and yanked his boxers up, then his jeans, then his long sleeve striped shirt before grabbing his bag, shoving the money in it. He left the hotel room and walked to the elevator, yawning softly as he waited for the elevator to come to his floor. When the elevator opened he walked in carefully walked in and pressed the first floor. He waited as it went down with a small, ‘ding!’ Before the doors creaked open and he walked out, earning a few stares from the staff. I mean, who wouldn’t stare at a fifteen year old boy coming out of an elevator, dark eye bags, red face, messy hair and looking like he was railed by a truck. He ignored it and walked out of the door to see a car waiting outside, he had called a friend to come to get him. He got in the front seat and smiled at the guy. “Hey, what happened to you?” The guy asked, “oh, just a late night.” Will replied. His friend nodded, “So to your moms?” He asked. Will nods his head, Joyce thought he was at Mike Wheeler’s house. But he was all the way on the other side of town, get screwed by some random guy so he can help his mom pay rent. His older brother Jonathan had a job too, he was a dishwasher at a local diner, while Joyce worked at a supermarket.
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Once Will got home, he checked the time on his watch, it was 2.40 am, he took his spare key out of his pocket and held it up to the lock, pushing the key into the lock, twisting it to the left a little and then to the right, pushing the door open slowly, He shivered, it was freezing inside. Joyce usually blasted the air conditioner during the summer. He went to take a shower quickly, so he could tell his mom he wasn’t feeling well so he came home. He took a warm shower for fifteen moments, got out, dried every inch of himself off and slipped into some boxers, a pair of baggy pajama pants, and a baggy long sleeve shirt. (Jonathans). He then went to Jonathan’s room and gently knocked on the door, and waited.
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Jonathan heard a soft knock on his door and it stirred him from his slumber, and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and slowly getting up to open the door, seeing his younger brother staring up at him in a sad daze. Jonathan looked at him confused. “Will? aren’t you supposed to be at Mikes?” He asked, before letting him into his room. “i didn’t feel good so I left.” He replied, coughing softly. Jonathan reached over and gentle felt Will’s forehead, “you don’t feel warm..” he mumbled. “What doesn’t feel good?” He asked, tilting his head. “everything..” He mumbles softly. Jonathan nods, “do you want to sleep in my room?” Jonathan asked. Will nodded his head, “can i sleep in your bed with you?” Will asked. Jonathan nodded his head with a soft smile and offered him to lay down first and Will did, Jonathan joined him on the bed and Will immediately snuggled right up to Jonathan’s chest and softly yawned, his eyes closed shortly after and he drifted off to sleep, a dreamless, deep sleep. Jonathan stared at his brother for a minute and gently moved his hair out of his face and smiled softly, reaching down and pushing the hair of his neck and softly kissing his head and mumbled a small i love you before he noticed a large, darkish blackish color on his neck, they were dark and slightly faded. He was confused. ‘Did Mike hurt him?’ He thought, he was pretty surprised. Had mike tried to strangle Will? What the hell happened at the sleep over. Will was completely fine before the sleepover.