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Chris woke up, his skin on a cold marble floor, no shoes, no pants. Completely in his underwear and a small shirt, his vision distorted and blurry. when he sits up he feels himself immediately getting socked in tho face
“W-who-“ His vision unblurred slowly, revealing his brother, the only person he ever trusted.
“M-Matt?” Chris eyes yearned for answers. But Matt stayed quiet.
“Your gonna be quiet right?” Matt says, looking straight at Chris, a small smile etched on his face.
“Matt, what are you- what is th-“ Chris was immediately cut off with another punch to the face. Going quiet, his hair hanging over his face as blood drips down his nose.
”your going to be quiet right?” Matt says again. And Chris looks up His gaze remains locked on Matt, a tortured expression etched on his face. A nod is all he can manage, before Matt grabs his face roughly, pulling his hair back as he kisses him, blood mixing into both their mouths as tears drip down Chris face.
Matt pulls away, looking at Chris, who’s eyes where scrunched close and crying.
“Your so pretty” Matt says before his lips trace down to Chris’s neck leaving little bit marks and hickeys everywhere, feeling Chris’s little attempts to push him away fail.
Matt pulls away from Chris, standing above him.
Chris eyes scanned matt, hurt and confused laced in his vision, slowly watching Matt walk out as he lets out a broken sob, he lets go of all the pent-up emotions, tears streaming down his face, confused and wondering why his own brother did this.