One Shots

Vic's POV

I sat onto my bed in the hotel room. Mike and Tony were in the other room, so Jaime would have to be in this one. On the bed next to mine. Jaime hates me. Why wouldn't he? Even if I didn't do anything to anger him. I hate me, too. I can hear him complaining next door. Every word hurt. Because every word is true.

Jaime's POV

There was no way I was sharing a room with Vic. He was too similar to my ex. The tanned skin. The perfect smile. The dazzling eyes. I just couldn't do it. Not yet. I wasn't over my ex, so the only way to get Vic to stay away was to hate him. Even if I really didn't.
"He's a fucking fat ass slug!" I yelled. That was a lie. But it had to be done.
"Shut the hell up, Jaime!" Tony said. "He's a great guy, and he never did anything to you!" That was true. Oh well.
"He's disgusting! He probably watches child porn at night! He probably kicks puppies! He's ugly as horse shit, too!" Lies. Vic's nothing short of beautiful, and it hurt to say that, but I wasn't over the shit my ex did to me, and poor Vic just happened to trigger it.
"Watch your mouth dammit. That's my brother you're talking about. The one who donates half his money to animal shelters, and brings his guitar to children's hospitals to sing for them. He's not a rapist," Mike growls. He was pissed beyond belief, and I wasn't blaming him. Vic may not be a rapist, but my ex was. I can still feel his filthy hands on my skin. I blinked back hot tears at the memory.
"Whatever," I mumbled, and stormed back to the hotel room I was sleeping in. I laid on the bed and stared at the ceilings. I put my hand over my stomach and winced at the burning sensation. I forgot those were there. Suddenly, I realized I was alone. Where was Vic? Then I noticed the bathroom light leaking from beneath the door.

Vic's POV

I love him and he hates me. I cried while I sat stripped to the boxers on the floor my own blood pooling around me. I had his words carved into my flesh, but even then it hurt less than when they shot from his mouth.
Fat ass.
Slug.
Disgusting.
Ugly.
As if I didn't know it already. I decided that this would be it. The end. I would end my life right here. Now. Mike would be okay. He had Tony. Tony had Mike. Jaime would be thrilled. Just as I was about to make the deepest cut up my wrist I had ever dreamt of, the door busted open. Jaime stared down at my fragile form, tears pouring from his eyes like a river. Mike and Tony rushed over after him. My brother was a mess, sobbing into Tony and calling my name. Poor Tony had to hold his dead weight up. I couldn't move. I was laying on the ground and everything was fading. At last...

Jaime's POV

Holy shit. Never had I felt so awful about myself. Not even after what my ex did to me, and what I did to myself. I had become my ex. I broke down on that bathroom floor.
"You pig! You killed him! Those are your words in his skin! Your's!" Mike yelled between sobs. I looked closer. He was right. I wanted to take that razor and end my life, too. Tony just looked at me with sad, disappointed eyes. That hurt.
"I'll clean him up," I managed. "Go take care of Mike."
"How do I know you won't fuck him up even more?" Tony asked. There was only one way I could prove that to him. One painful way. I slowly took off my shirt, revealing scars. Some were from my ex beating me, but the deeper, more rope like ones were from my suicide attempt. Tony's face softened and he left to go comfort Mike, who completely shut down and could only scream and cry. I took a rag and dampened it, starting to wipe the blood off of my love's skin. I was so stupid. I should've just told the truth from the beginning. I felt like scum. Once Vic was basically cleaned, I rubbed his cuts with some rubbing alcohol. His eyes fluttered open and he whimpered. I wrapped his gashes with bandages after applying some of those weird do it yourself stiches.
"Oh thank god," I mumbled, and kissed his forehead. He began to cry softly.
"Please go away," he begged, "please don't hurt me." He looked so scared and hurt. It killed me. He was scared. And hurt. Because of me. I brushed his cheek lightly with my thumb. I picked his skinny and light body up and placed him gently in the tub. I removed the shower head and turned it on to light and warm. I had to get the blood out of his hair. I grabbed the mini shampoo the hotel provided, and began massaging his head. He was still crying, but he started to stop. I rinsed the red suds out of his gorgeous hair, dried him off, and put him in my sweatshirt and flannel pants. They were huge on him, but he looked adorable. Despite the cruel words harshly engraved on his stomach and thighs.
"Hime?" Tony called.
"Yeah?" I replied nervously.
"Can we come see him?" He was really asking if Mike would be able to see him without flipping shit again.
"Sure, but I didn't clean the blood off the floor yet, so it looks worse than it is." I could hear Tony then cooing to Mike, telling him again what I said. They made their way over to see Vic, who was awake, but tired. Mike crawled over to him and held Vic's broken self carefully, afraid to break him. Tony just stared at me angrily. I stared at the blood streaked floor.
"I'm sorry Vic," I croaked. I went on to tell them why I did what I did, even though that was no excuse. I told them what my ex did. How he beat me. Videotaped me sleeping and then got off to it, forcing me to clean up after. How he raped me. Threatened me and my family and my friends. How he made me sleep outside when he wanted more space. How he wouldn't let me go anywhere. They just watched me, angry, yes, but their gazes also held pity. Vic took my arm.
"Hime," he whispered. "I'm not totally over it. But I understand. Mike had an abusive ex, too. I know how hard it is. He was always broken and depressed, and he did crazy shit because of it. I will give you one more chance, Jaime. Okay?" I nodded and tears rolled down my face yet again.
"Thank you," I repeated over and over. Mike and Tony nodded, going along with Vic.

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Soon enough we left that bathroom after cleaning it, Mike and Tony went back into their room to sleep, and Vic fell asleep in his bed. I was awake, staring at the ceiling, when I heard a little voice. Vic.
"Jaime. Hold me please." Vic's chocolate brown eyes looked at me. I went over to his bed and laid down, holding him. He was so small and warm. I held him tight, scared to let go. To think he almost died. I realized then that I was over my ex. We were done and he was history. I found a new love. One I was determined to hold onto. It was a rough and bloody start, but I hope we can make it work. I love Vic Fuentes, and I was intent on showing him.

Notes

What do you think? Should I keep going with these one shots?