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[Slabo+27px [center [size14 Days felt like weeks that had passed since he last saw that mysterious music shop owner. Often times, when left with nothing but his thoughts, Julien would spiral into an uncontrollable flurry of desires and dreams of a future with the man. What sort of life they would live, what kind of love they would share. Somehow, despite having such a skewed notion of what true love was, his mind was able to manifest such a beautiful scene of the two. No anger, no sadness, just smiles and happiness. A life he had never truly had the chance to live for himself. It seemed so out of reach, like only a fantasy in a children’s tale. If reality was what his girlfriend led him to believe, then those sort of stories didn’t exist. Just a movie miracle for the romantic at heart to enjoy. What they had was normal, expected of any kind of relationship. It was what everyone went through. The smiles people wore on the streets hid the abuse at home.
The day after his visit, Julien’s girlfriend hounded him for hours about where he had wandered off to the day before. There was no way he was about to spill the details and have Demitri and his shop the victim of one of the gang’s hits. [#f542dd “You are [b going] to tell me where you were, Julien! Were you cheating on me again? Huh?!”] With a loud crash, a glass coaster was expertly dodged as it flew past the purple haired man’s face and shattered against the wall behind him. He flinched at the sound and backed up a bit, holding his hands up. [#9509e0 “I told you, I don’t cheat on you, Vi! Why don’t you believe me?”]
The pink haired girl seemed even more enraged by his answer, fully convinced he was as guilty as she was of cheating. While it was true, most of the times she accused him, he had actually been innocent, just out on the town or as of yesterday, visiting the music shop in town. [#f542dd “Why do you lie to me like this? Just tell me the truth!”] Her hand grasped onto an empty bottle and was flung his way, though his luck with dodging ran thin as the bottle collided with his head. With a shout of pain, Julien backed into the wall, clutching onto his forehead where he felt his bangs stick to the dampening skin. Pounding pulsed through his ears as pain shot through his head. The approaching female went unnoticed until she grabbed his jacket and pulled him around and down to the floor to straddle him.
Head too shaken to defend himself, and in a dizzy haze, Julien only realized his lack of breath when he opened his eyes to peer through bloodied vision up at his girlfriend who held her hands to his neck. There was fury in her eyes. She wanted to kill him. And he was helpless. Mouth opening to gasp for the breath he couldn’t find, Julien brought a hand to grab one of her wrists. This certainly was doing little to clear his head. Grip too weak to pull her hand off of his throat, his eyes teared up, afraid that this may be the last day he lived. The last thing he saw. The first time he ever met Demitri would be the only time he did.
Demitri was suddenly the only thing on his mind. Careless for his own life, he worried for the man that would wait for his return, but would never get it. Would he worry? Would he care at all? Vision going blurry, head spinning and lungs burning deep in his chest, Julien could barely make out the other’s words. [#f542dd “I’m so sick of you!! I fucking hate you!! Ugh!”] Somewhat coming down from an explosive rampage with the thought of losing the man she has so much control of, the girl released her strangling grip on Julien and stood to her feet. [#f542dd “Fuck you, Julien. Don’t run off like that again or next time I won’t stop, got it?”] she looked him over with disgust before grabbing her counterfeit handbag and storming to the door, leaving Julien passed out on the floor, face covered in blood.
Hours later, the young man began to come to, turning to his side with a groan. His head felt like it would explode. Barely recalling what had happened, the man placed down a hand to push himself up, hissing as a shard of broken glass was embedded into his palm, a few smaller bits pricking like needles into his fingers. Managing to get himself up, he stumbled to the dingy bathroom and flicked the light on.
Everything came back to him as he saw himself in the mirror. Dried blood caked his face and made his hair clump together, his left eye nearly sealed closed by the plasma. With a groan, he pulled down a hand towel from the rack and twisted the squeaky knob on the sink. Watching the water, he thanked whatever gods were out there that he didn’t die. Yet, perhaps that would have been better for his girlfriend. She was furious.. But she left him alive right? Maybe she didn’t want to be without him after all. He supposed she loved him too much to really go through with it. Decidedly, he needed to be more careful whenever he went out from now on.
Thankfully, Julien was as used to being hurt as an abused, punching bag of a gang member could be. Often times the gang would get into territory battles with another gang and leave Julien on his own when things would get too hairy. It still hurt like a bitch as he rubbed the water soaked towel over his head. Wiping the wound softly, he saw the decently deep gash that he was grateful would be hidden under the fringe of purple bangs that hung on the left side of his forehead. Cleaning off the rest of the blood from his hair and face, he could finally open his eye and looked down at the glass in his hand. Perfect. His right hand. Now that he could more easily see, with no help at all from the searing headache that plagued his head, he began to pick out the glass one piece at a time. Though tweezers were required to remove some of the tinier shards, he managed to successfully rid his hand of the intruders and found a bandage to tightly wrap around the bleeding injury on his palm.
It was a good thing he kept plenty of medical equipment in the house, especially for incidents like this. Sticking a piece of gauze to the gash on his forehead, he wrapped some of the bandage around his head and let out a sigh as he once again looked himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. His spirit felt broken and his heart hurt as badly as his head did. Julien tried to do everything that she wanted and only very rarely did anything for himself. Why still is she this unhappy with him? Nothing he could imagine.
After the incident, when Julien’s girlfriend had returned, she acted as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn’t nearly killed him. As if he wasn’t covered in injuries she caused. She brought them fast food and sat in his lap, telling him about her time out with the boys as they ate. Though he merely nodded and gave soft “mhm”s every so often, she went on and on, talking likely just to hear herself talk. Julien just stared ahead as he chewed on his burger. What would eating out with Demitri be like? Would they talk about music while they ate or would they talk about their social lives? Perhaps what their childhood was like? While Julien didn’t particularly feel as if he had anything too interesting to share about himself, he knew with great certainty that he would be able to listen to Demitri talk about himself all day.
After their meal, Vi coaxed Julien into the shower with her. As her hands explored his numb body, the man felt again.. powerless. Should he deny her, another fight would break out and he was too weak and drained to deal with another episode of this drama. Closing his eyes, he let out a breath and imagined Vi’s hands as another’s. Such skilled hands at the piano would likely be just as skilled on a lover’s skin. Biting his lip as he was unable to hold back a smile at the much better dream view in his head, Julien played into the touches. The sex. For the first time in a while, it felt good. It was hot, passionate, everything he wanted from a sexual encounter. Everything he felt he didn’t deserve. Of course some things were different, having to imagine being done by that handsome stud instead of him doing his girlfriend. However, the end result was just as pleasant, his release just as emotional as it was physical.
With both of them laying back in bed, taking in the great sex that even his girlfriend was surprised by, the purple haired male couldn’t help the grin on his face. He was twitterpated, his heart racing. Would it have been even better in real life than him just imagining it?
The girl’s voice broke the imagery that was painted in his head, replacing it with the bleak existence that really was. [#f542dd “Wow, Julien.. That was so good.. See? We’re so good together, right?”] she cooed, cuddling up to his chest and circling a finger against it. Julien felt sickness bubble up into the pit of his stomach. Were they? Demitri was who he was thinking about, not Vi. But if that made them being together a nicer thought for Julien, better yet, keeping Vi happy, perhaps that’s how it would work out best after all.
[#f542dd “Maybe I should smack you around more often if you’re this good after?”] she teased, poking his nose. He didn’t see the humor. The man could have bled out and died and she wasn’t the least bit concerned. Something about that didn’t sit too well with him. Then again, she was all he had, so who was he to complain with that? Vi fell asleep soon after, leaving Julien quiet and thoughtful. With what happened tonight, he had to ask himself if he was certain of continuing to pursue whatever these feelings were with Demitri. Was it worth his life? Glancing down to the girl in his arms, he mulled the decision over a bit. Despite the injuries, despite the fear of death he experienced, only one thing was on his mind. Demitri. How could he reason with himself that the man [b wouldn’t] be worth it at this point?
Julien would be committed to follow whatever this faint trail of breadcrumbs was. He had to know more about the other. Deception would be a must. He would have to be careful about when he went out and how he’d react to his girlfriend if he was ever questioned again. The following days were much easier, as he kept his mind on the man from the music shop. Julien was much more chipper, making his time with Vi more bearable than usual, and she certainly wouldn’t complain about the nightly passion that seemed to spark up within her boyfriend. It would all lead up until he could find free time with Vi busy enough to go visit his dream man again.]]]