"Hideout, where you can rest" he said, pulling him into another Alley, and then into a small, rundown, condemned building. There was a large tarp with a matress in one corner, which held a couple more bags, and an old file cabinet that had locks on it.
“Mm… r-reminds me of my room…” Lucas sat down on the floor, holding his head with one hand. He had an awful headache, but no worse than any he’d had before.
Skye frowned at his words, his worry and list of questions growing. Carefully he moved the other off the tiled floor and to the matress.
What’s he doing? “W-Why are you helping me? What do you care what happens to me?” Lucas asked nervously. It had been a very very long time since anyone had actually cared, and he didn’t really know how to react.
"Well for one I'm not the type to just let you get hurt,
Two, well…" he sighed and pulled up his sleeve, showing the same bruises and scars as the other.
Lucas’s eyes widened. He’d heard stories of this sort of thing happening before. “Oh my god… I-I’m so sorry! I… I-I had no idea I was hurting someone else too!” He bit back tears, staring guiltily at his arms.
Skye quickly pulled him into hug, "It's okay! I know there has to be a reason…" he he said softly, more worried about the other than himself at the moment.
Lucas nodded weakly. "T-The bruises and… well… a-anything other than the cuts… those weren't from me…" He said quietly, subconsciously hugging Skye a little tighter as he continued biting back tears. "Stop crying, boy! Why was I cursed with a weak son like you?!" His father's voice echoed through his mind. "Y-You can thank my father for those…"
Skye frowned, but tightened his hold, careful not to hurt him further.
“Uh… t-to say the least, he likes to drink and he isn’t very nice when he drinks.” Lucas kept his face hidden, feeling his bruises twinge a bit.
"Well you're welcome to stay here.." he said
“R-Really?” Why is he being nice? “Why would you want be to stay here? I-I’m not good for anything…”
"Well for one I don't want you getting hurt, two I want to get to know my soulmate, and three I want to help you.." he said quietly.
Lucas flushed a bit. Soulmate… I almost forgot about that somehow. I guess he’s gay too. “T-That would be nice…” He sat back, hastily brushing some tears from his eyes. “Heh, this is one of the reasons my dad hates me…” He laughed weakly. “He liked my brother because he thought he was straight. Joke’s on him, though… he was actually bi, so fuck you dad.”
Skye laughed a bit at that, before sighing. He personally had never known his dad, but hey, you get whay you get.
“Do you… d-do you feel the hits too? Or do you just get the… the aftermath…?” Lucas asked quietly.
"I get the marks from the bruises, and the cuts, but no pain…" he said, "the cuts usually heal if I take care of them…"
“So that’s why I never keep bleeding… i-it’s good that you don’t have to feel it, though… you… y-you don’t deserve to feel pain like that…” Lucas shivered slightly, looking down at the ground.
Skye frowned, pulling him back into a hug. "It's okay…" he murmured.
Is it really? Is anything ever really okay? “H-He’s going to notice that I’m g-gone…” Lucas held tightly onto Skye’s neck, trying to stop his shaking. “He’ll… he’ll c-come looking for me to h…h-hurt me again…” Stop crying… you’re weak… Despite Lucas’s efforts, he couldn’t keep his pent up tears from rolling down his pale cheeks.
Skye held him tightly, "I highly doubt he'll find you here, and if he does then I can protect you.." he murmured, trying to comfort the other.
“He’s… m-my father is a persistent man… if he wants to f-find me, and I can be found, h-he will… it took him three years to finally s-stop looking for my brother and accept that he’s d-dead…”
"Then I'll protect you when and if he finds you…" said Skye softly, not exactly afraid of one abusive homophobic guy, when he'd had to deal with many different gangster thugs over the years.
“B-But he’s dangerous…” I don’t think he understands just how bad it could be if he found us… Lucas looked at his arms, which were still wrapped around Skye’s neck. His blood was seeping through the bandages at this point. That can’t be good.
Skye studied the other's arms for a moment, sighing as he checked his own. "Lovely… and I don't have enough gauze for another wrapping…" he said quietly. "And don't worry about it, I've dealt with dangerous people before…"