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- whole perspective
TW!!
Eggchan was hanging out with Wemmbu and Loppezz in the practice room, leaning on the structured walls.
Loppezz was using her phone, and Wemmbu was slightly leaning his body on her.
Just in that moment, Egg and Wemmbu were zoned out, as Eggchan's eyes linger down Wemmbu's body's and notice fading bruises, and cuts that were healing, and wounds that were slightly still open.
" Wemmbu, is Flame at it again or.. You know you can tell me anything, right? " Egg looks up at him slowly eyes gathering up from looking down at his legs and arms.
Loppezz's attention got dragged into the conversation Egg had started, as she places her phone down and moves her hand to hold Wemmbus shoulder.
" Ive been wondering also, you always show up to practice with wounds, or bruises, or anything physical. Even limping at times, zoning out during important teachings, like.. Are you okayy? " Loppezz's eyes wonder to the boys long, soft, purple hair that was being held up in a braid.
But before Wemmbu could reply, LettcueK, the ballet teacher, has dismissed them to pack up and go home. As Eggchan got up first, he helped Wemmbu up with support from Loppezz.
As Wemmbu spoke. " uhh, I'm fine just he gets mad.. all the time, but he's trying his best to change I think, I trust him either way. "
Wemmbu looks up at the rails that were used to steady yourself when practicing, and the people packing their stuff up to head out. He slowly put's his hair behind his ear, and pulls his phone out, most likely texting Flame, or turning his location on.
" Okay, just be safe, Jadens here already, I'm heading out, text me or call if you need. Oh and actually text me when somebody picks up up, or just call me, just to make sure, bye now!! " Eggchan grabs his duffle bag, and his water bottle, hugging his phone between his underarm. As his hair moves slightly from the wind when he steps outside.
" Sword his here for me as well, talk to you tomorrow if I am here, bye Wemmbu! " Loppezz walks out with her bag and phone in hand before being seen getting inside Sword's car.
Wemmbu sighs under his breath, and looks down at his phone, now back leaning outside of the practice room, outside, in the cold, texting Flame.
W : flamey when are you coming ??
W : I'm out of practice, I'm done!!
W : flame??
- F : what the fuck do you want??
W : I'm out of practice??
W : I need you to pick me up..
- F : oh my god, you told me this morning you didn't have practice.
W : did i, sorry.
W : i thought I told you, sorry :(
- F : whatever, I'm on my way, I'll be there in 5.
W : thank you. Love youu.
- whole perspective
Wemmbu turns his phone off, and slips it into his pocket, looking around, his open wounds piercing in pain as he curses under his breath.
Minutes later Flame pulls up and unlocks his car. As Wemmbu grabs his stuff from the ground and opens the door and sits down on the passenger seat, setting his stuff down below him.
" youre getting beat once your ass gets in that fucking house " Flame exclaims, no regret, or symphony behind his eyes. Just absolutely nothing. All of the sudden, he grips onto Wemmbu's thigh, squeezing his harshly, making open wounds start to bleed again.
" flame stop! You're reopening wounds!! " Wemmbu looks down at his thigh trying to pry Flame's hand off of it. Only making Flame's grip stronger.
Flame speeds home, slapping Wemmbu's wounds, and occasionally pressing down hard on them, making Wemmbu groan in pain.
Wemmbu knew if he stopped the brown haired boy, he'd get even worse treatment then he was already receiving. Sooner or later, Flame pulled to the driveway of the house, that was built in the middle of no where.
" get your ass inside, " Flame gets out the car, goes around to Wemmbu's side, opening the door and grabbing him by his hair to get out.
Wemmbu doesn't resist, and simply let's Flame drag him, just to not get worse, or raped, or whatever Flame had planned for him this time.
Flame pushes, and kicks Wemmbu inside.
" strip, I don't have all fucking day. And if I see those fucking cuts you always to do yourself, or even more scars I'll beat your ass even more. " Flame says while shutting the door behind him, still pushing Wemmbu who was already stripping down to his boxers.
Wemmbu was stripped down, hoping Flame wouldn't look behind his legs, and wrists.
Flame grabs his wrist, pinning him down to the cold floor, making Wemmbu's back arch.
Wemmbu whines, his eyes forming tears, that are currently rolling down his cheeks that are now stained red.
Flame's eyes travel down his body, looking for cuts, or newer scars.
" .. found some.. " Flame whispers, putting his finger's inside his cuts on his wrist, twisting them around.
Wemmbu's whole body jolts, he's first shocked then instantly in pain, he moans in disgust and hatred. His whine taking over the whole room, and now blood is dripping all over Flame's fingers, the flooring, and spouting out of the cuts made.
Flame looks down at Wemmbu in disgust of the mess he, himself made.
Flame flips Wemmbu over, without a care in the world, pulling down his boxers, his growing member hitting Wemmbu's asshole.
Wemmbu's eyes flash, they'd never done this before, never had they even agreed to doing something like this. Wemmbu didn't want this to happen.
Flame's fingers slide down Wemmbu's boxers down to his ankles, holding his hand behind his back, and knees in place, and his body arched down.
As Wemmbu's hair clung to his skin made from his sweat. He trys to break free, but of course FlameFrags grip got incredibly stronger.