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John still felt off, the whole thing had happened over a week ago, yet he still felt off.
Maybe he felt off when he opened the trash can and saw the broken glass, making him uncomfortable, he was pretty sure that he was comforting himself, not in a healthy way, but Alex hadn’t left his side basically.
Then they all woke up, and he felt extremely off, he kept thinking back to a night he would rather forget, the scars he kept hidden under his shirt ached like when he first got them. Then it all went to shit.
“I’m just saying, we should definitely try that new restaurant, it has food we all like,” Hercules said calmly, flexing his hand on the table, uno cards spread out from before.
Alex raised his hand, logically he knew he was just joking, but all he could think about was his dad, raising his hand and slapping his sister across the face, tears covering her face while he moved, he fell, he felt his seat crash backward his head hitting the wall, not even to knock him out but enough to hurt, he couldn’t breathe he heard people shuffling, his dad was yelling at him now.
“You useless ass,” his father had spat loud enough that he could not l hear his lovers trying to reach him, but quiet enough he could clearly hear his sisters sobs, his back hurt like hell, trying not to cry he forced off his shirt, he felt Laf grab it and bring it over to his side of the table, before sitting down again.
He brought his knees up to his chest, and softly put his head on his knees, the scars on full display, when he heard the smallest of gasps while felt white pure pain in his side and back, “Oh, honey,” whispered Hercules, wanting to just hug him.
“Where did these come from?” Alex asked softly, his hand dancing across them with small touches.
“My father, he, he took his hand and slapped me across the back till it bled, he might have used a knife, I don’t remember,” he choked out, leaning into Laf and hugging him.
“Honey, that’s illegal he can’t pull a knife on you,” Laf whispered, kissing his head.
“Are there any other scars that you have?” he asked softly, his hand playing with his hair as they help him up, a small bit of just pure love reflecting in his eyes.
“I don’t think so.”
“Did you have a sister?” It was such a out of place question.
He did, but she was dead now, she died by his fathers hand, he remembered having to attend this funeral, watching his dad fake his lover for her is what hurt the most he thinks, anger still guided him until the end of it.
“Yes, she- she died, dad forced a knife in her chest, should have been me,” the silence after he said that was the loudest silence he had ever heard.
“No, it shouldn’t have been, you are here, we love you, and I wouldn’t switch you out for the world, if you were the one who died we would never know that we needed someone liked you in the relationship, understood?” Hercules said, wrapping his arm around him.
John froze, desperatly wanting to change the subject, he decided to get up and just go take a shower, he didn’t need anyone showing him pity of any kid, he was a strong kid, not anyone else, he wasn’t a kid though, was he? He raised himself, his mom was in his life, but she was a workaholic, never home and when she was, it wasn’t a good experince.
Hand traveled up his side, dancing around his skin as she forced her mouth on his, fear covered his entire emotions.
“Where you going darling?” someone asked, he didn’t know who right now, he would figure it out later right now though he just needed a moment to lap his head down and focus on the water running down his back as h e walked into the bathroom and started the shower, he let his clothes fall to the floor, along with his dignity probably.
He heard the door open a shut, and the sound of footsteps entering the shower followed him, leaning against the wall, was Alex, just smiling and pulling him back into his chest, he wasn’t fully naked, which made him happy, because he was respecting what he obviously needed right now.
“Hey John, just gonnna join you in the shower if your good with that,” he joked, smiling into his hair and not quiet ready to let go of him.
John hummed, smiling when he kissed his head.
“I’m fine with that.” He smiled at him a little.
“I know.”