As Michel walked towards his boyfriends house he couldn't help but to think that his parents were only just herring of his relationship, when he excessively talked about him to them. Archie lived at the end of his street, which seemed to stretch on forever. Just thinking of his tiny boned nerdy boyfriend was enough to bring a smile to his face. Archie was just your regular nerd.
Without the look. He had shoulder Long Black hair that he tied up into a pony tail or braided back. He liked doing the twin buns too and the half up half down hairstyle that always seemed to drive Michel crazy. Archie was also skin wrapped bones that somehow managed to walk everywhere with a bag filled of text books everyday. He was also a lot shorter than Michel. And he loved the feeling of having to bend to peck his boyfriend on the head. Not to mention the adorable flush his little boyfriend would get. It was just to cute.
Michel on the other hand is like a giant compared to him and has his blonde hair cropped short. And has the "body of a god" his boyfriend tells him.
Lately Archie has been quieter though and has held a wobbly smile. A fake one.. but Michel was to chicken to point it out to his boyfriend. He was frequently getting into trouble and bless Archie for not being able to stay mad at him for long. It made him feel worse because Archie can't stay mad at anyone. No matter how bad they hurt him. It's maddening. Because no matter how bad you want to punch their lights out for hurting him you can't. Because somehow he makes it look like it doesn't hurt him and if you do kill them them, you don't know how it will break him. So as he walks to his boyfriends house he has to stop being chicken and ask him what's wrong. Dinner be damned.
When he picked up Archie up today he didn't look like his usual self when he finally locked his red door to his house. He looked the opposite.
He had his shoulder hair length black hair down and usually he ties it up in a pony tail or braids it. But it's just hanging limply at his shoulders. His warm brown eyes were dead. He has his extra large red hoodie on and has black sweats and black high tops. His toothy grin wasn't apart of the outfit today, it was just harzardly slapped on trying to convince someone he's fine. Who's he trying to kid. I lie for a living. AND I am his boyfriend.
Worry flashed through him. What happened? The question clashed with his lips. Trying to be forced out. Walking over to his boyfriend he pulled him into a hug feeling his bonyness being flush with his hard muscle.
"You haven't even put your hair up yet. If I was rushing you, you could have told me to stop." I joked lightly prodding him to open up.
Archie shook his head violently. Michel pulled back and examined his face. A gasp and hiss slid itself from between his lips as Michel noticed the light bruising around Archie's eye. Gently touching the bruising he realised how fresh it was. A few minutes fresh.
"Archie... Babe. Did you sign up for some type of sports." I ask prodding gently again. I knew he hated sports but was one of the quickest runners that he knew.
"It's fine. Michel, really. I hope it doesn't bruise to much while we are at your parents. That won't be good." He chuckled lightly pecking Michel on the cheek.
"Dinner can wait. What's wrong. Is there something your not telling me." I asked while running my thumb along his jaw.
His lips trembled with restraint and eyes swam with tears that begged to be shed. Why wont he just let them fall? Does he not know what this will do to him? What happened?
I heard yelling behind me and immediately recognised the voice. My teammate, Jackson. But why did Archie just tense up. We used to hang out all the time.
"Yo Michel what's up my dude! How have you been!" Jackson screeched. I noticed a fresh cut on his cheek and worst of all Archie was desperately trying to tug me away. The pieces were slowly coming together.
"Archie. How's it going brother. It's been so long." He liked his lips slightly before turning back to me his eyes a little darker.
"What did you do to him?!" I hissed venom lacing my words, pushing Archie behind me.
"You should ask him what he did to himself before you ask what I did." He eyed Archie, dangerously triggering my temper.
Archie stayed quiet trembling behind me. I looked at my teamate and quickly sent my location to one of my parents phones. If things got ugly at least they could get Archie out of here. He would probably get in trouble with them again for fighting. But this time he didn't care.
He looked behind him quickly to check on Archie who was desperately clinging to him.
"If shit gets ugly I want you to run inside." I felt him nod against me.
"You would think he would be more angry." Jackson tilted his head a bit.
He can't. He's not a violent person. He can't be angry. It's not Archie-like to be mad.
"What did you do to him."
"We talked but he wouldn't comply. So we fought. He only just got in by the time you were visible enough. You were to lost in your own head not to notice him run into his house and lock the door. And me to leave quickly." He cocked his head to the side trying to see Archie behind me. But he couldn't because he was completely covered by my frame.
"What the hell did you do to him?" I yelled my voice picking up with my temper.
"Little weakling he is. Have you taught him any defence? Obviously not. Stupid question. He's faithful. But won't last long in the real world. Because who knows he might have to do it for a living later. Who knows. He's pretty. I'm sure he would get paid good." He mused a smirk on his face.
He didn't.
I go to look behind but I don't have to. The wet patch on the back of my shirt is enough confirmation.
I am almost completely entombed by own rage. "touch him again and I'll kill you." I grit out from my grinding teeth.
"I wonder how will die First. Me or him."
You should ask him what he did to himself before you ask what I did.
He stepped closer. " My my Archie. This is a real mess. You should have just told him what's been happening for years. You have concealed it so well that he's only just starting to clue up to how messed up you are. Only just cluing on." He tutted.
Confusion clanging through me. I glared up at him and just as I was about to yell at him. A car horn honked loudly.
Not trusting Archie's legs I picked him up and carried him to the car, walking backwards to glare at his smirking face. Even as we drove off he stood there I almost asked my mum to turn back around. But Archie trembling on my lap snapped me out of any sort of violence. There would be another fight just not now.

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Archie isn't scoffing down his food like he usually does. He's bearly got anything on it and is struggling to down that. He is talking though. And that brings me relief.
My mum is asking him questions while my dad is just putting in his 2 cents every now and then. I remain quiet. Watching my mum and Archie. Listening intently to the questions. And more so the answers.
"Wasn't that Jackson up there. Michel you should invite him around sometime." She whispered deep and thought. "what was going on there anyway." She pointed a look at me. I had to suck in a breath to stop myself snapping at her. Knowing my mum would flip her lid if she knew what Jackson had done. I opened my mouth to say something.
"He just wanted to talk. It was getting a bit... " Archie cut in looking for the right word to finish his sentence. "Strange."
My mother nodded. Looking at me. She wants to way something but can't. She doesn't want to say it in front of Archie.
I gulped pretending to swallow food and not the sudden bile that rose up my throat. Going back to friendly chat then after that my father offered to take Archie home. I began to protest but my mother threw me a look and I glared back at her.
Archie laughed and told me not to worry, quickly pecking my hand. I completely caved in. After learning down to give him a proper kiss dad led him out the door.
"Jackson still bullying that kid." I heard her speak. I whipped my head around eyes narrowed in anger.
"He... What." I seethed.
"I'm not surprised you didn't notice. Your thick headed. And he hides it well. Really well. He's only just starting to crack." His mother pointed out calmly.
I feel the sinking feeling of dread.
"He tried to... Um.. don't tell me I was stupid enough not to realise." Tears violently fall down his cheeks.
"I made your father take him home for a reason, being a boxer and all. Tonight we were actually going to try and convince him to not date you. Your always in trouble. It won't be fair on the guy. But now I see he needs you as much as you need him. Go see him in the morning. I don't care if you stay over there for weeks. He needs someone otherwise he's going to break in so many places you won't know what piece goes where." And with that she gave me a pointed look and left to the kitchen. I say there dumbfounded as I turned over her words and let the fat drops fall.

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"Archie! Open up! I've got snacks drinks, movies and my favourite jumper." The door swung open to see an excited Archie. Hugging me briskly before letting me in.
"How long are you staying!" He bubbled bouncing around, like one of those rubber bouncy balls.
"However long you want me too." I chuckled at his new found excitement. He slung of the jumper he was currently wearing and I tossed him my Gray one. He spun around and giggled with raw happiness so bright it blinded me momentarily. Reaching up to my shirt he pulled me down and quickly pressed his lips to mine. Then pushed me away and stuffed his arms inside the hoody and zipped it up. It was far to big on him and hung off his frame awkwardly. Still didn't stop it from being adorable.
"Babe. Let's go watch a movie. I brought chocolate and popcorn." I said moving towards the couch.
He followed quickly, rolling excitedly onto the coach and sitting up quickly.
"What movie are we watching?" He asked, looking at me expectedly.
I flash him random ones. Until he says yes. Putting it into the DVD player and sat back on the couch. Archie snuggling up to my chest. I looked down and the faint dark bags that hung at his eyes told me that I was about to get a dead arm for a few hours.
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When he awoke hours later I had my heart pounding in my chest. I had rolled up his sleeves to find something I didn't like. Something he shouldn't be doing. But something I never thought he would be doing. But he did. And the deep red lines that ran across his arm didn't belong against the pail flesh. Not one bit.
So I rolled up the sleeves and waited for him to get up.
But when he actually got up I didn't know what to say.
"When." I started nodding down at his arms. It didn't even sound like a question.
He groggily looked down and quickly his head snapped towards me. Quickly getting up tears streaming from his eyes he tried to open his mouth to say something but no noises came out.
"Why?" My voice cracked. "Why Archie? Why would you do something to yourself. Something like this?"
He stood there head down. "if you hate me I understand perfectly." He goes to walk away but I grab his arm.
"Archie I love you to death. Please talk to me. That's all I ask."
He nodded sitting lightly back on the couch. "I didn't start doing it just because I was depressed. Jackson once cut me. And forced me to do more. Now it is like my coping mechanism. The pain is bearable. But I want more. And that's when I stopped. But these fresh ones aren't mine. Jackson did these. I bandaged them up when I went your house and wore red just in case. Maybe I deserve it. Ya know." He looks over at me and flashes what can only be described as a broken smile.
"If I can lie and pretend I'm fine through out all the bullying and shit that goes on here, with people coming to me for everything and not exactly want to die everyday I  am doing fine. This changes nothing ok." He looks at me, his face set with determination. "Things aren't gonna change just because now you know how messed up I am now."
I looked down at him in disbelief. "This changes everything. Next time he does something don't hold it in you come and tell me got it. I can help." I lean down and press a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't leave you in the dark my angel."
"Promise." He leans in for another kiss.
"I promise" I say as I lean in again.

The next day I told mum what had happened. And school the next day was interesting.
Jackson and I both got suspended. I walked in on him picking on Archie again. I threw the punch and the second and the third... but he got into trouble for harrassment when he told them his side to the story. So either way it satisfies me. Especially being suspended and Archie not being disappointed. Especially since said angel is lying against my chest so peacefully that all your worries have been blown away. And. Michel couldn't have asked for better.
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A.n
Hey guys. Look who finally decided to update. I know it is trash. But it's the longest chapter I have ever typed. So yeah. There is that at least. It has defiantly strayed from my original plan. But eh. It's done. So there is one less update to worry about. Scream on the other hand. Anyway this chapter minus this is 2459. Go me. Whatcha think inky?
Your author Geno signing out.