A room lights off, thunder rumbles, rain is coming in through the window, soaking papers in the window seat. A figure moves quickly to shut the window, looks at the sky for a moment,
And moves back into the dark. There is nothing, no noise, and then a muted click a strangled sob and a sharp gasp. A guy, tall, slender, blond hair, appears from the darkness, he is holding one arm, tears glisten on his cheeks, as he cautiously, opens the door of his room. He enters the
Even darker hallway, he moves quickly down the hall and leaps inside the bathroom. He slams himself against the door and sinks down, to the cold floor. He shakes as blood leaks through his white knuckles, as they tighten around his slender scared wrist.

Shit.

he curses, as he moves over the sink. He hears the television shut off, and what little color left in his face leaves. He jumps as a knock rattles the door.

"Go away."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I am using the bathroom"

"What are you applying makeup?"

"No."

He chokes out,the emotion clouding his voice.

"Oh, for heaven sake, you are crying aren’t you?"

"I am not; just go back to your show."

"Yes you are, you're crying."

A loud slam rattles the door, its hinges quaking and another slam causes it to break omniously.

"John, John stop it!!!"

"WHAT !?Are you scared?"

"No, I am not. Just leave me alone."

"Unlock the door."

"No, I won't. You will hurt me."

The door gives way, spiltting in half, He moves from the door, trying to avoid his atacker,but to no avail.

He regains conciousnes a little while later, blood covered, and alone, only the sound of rain like that of sickening tears. The sounds of a car breaks the painful silence for a break second. A dog pads over, carefully licking his friends' hand, removing some tears and blood.He slowly stands up, limping himself to the counter and resting his head on the cold gleaming marble. He gropes for the older ratty hand towel, who desgins had faded from too many years of being washed, He wets a portion of it, moping his face of its caked on blood and his arms of the bloody streaks. He looks at his appearance in the mirror, shiny streaks of his own blood cover his shirt,he removes it,letting it fall to the floor. He steps over the remaining parts of the door and goes to his room, picking up the cleanest looking shirt and pulling it over his head, its fitting snugly over his chest,againist his smooth flat stomach and putting taut over his hips. He freezes as he picks up the sound of the clank of bottles and the swish of liquid within them. He does not move, this fingers tighterned on a hoodie clothed in his right hand, the other man in the house, sees him standing there and slams him into a wall, taking him a mere moment to recover, he evades the next to punchs and lashs out in his own anger and hate, a bone crushing sound is heard as the mans' nose crumples under this bony fist. He wrenchs the door open .into the storm.run and run more,  
until he can not breath, the only sounds are the swish os tires and the sound os his chucks slapping the wet pavement,hsi face swelling now anmd the taste of blood fills his mouth, his spits, then pauses at the top of the hill, then contiunes down it,into a shopping center. He enters through the doors of the grocery store
avoiding stares and wandering up and down the aisles, his stomach suddenly rumbling, he moves a gloved hand to his stomach, exposing it a little as he rubs it, a thin trail of hair trickling into his pants, over the faint lines. He checks his watch, before heading to a new aisle, looking for what he cared to eat for that night.

<i6 PM, it will be a long night, I will need something to eat.
They do nothing for my complexion, but fuck my complexion right now.

Oreos, no... chocolate chip cookies...yes..well no...Oreos.well ok..thats what i want..but not single and not lemon, I want the double ones">

He sees the cookies and reachs to pick them up, overcome by more Oreo lust. I smack straight into another person, yelping slightly he immediately starts picking up the items.I hand him the items, blushing as our fingers touch.

"thanxs."

"oh..ok..well..Im really sorry.."

"its ok. and I never caught your name"

He smiles, light and easygoingly.

"oh, well I am Eric."

He offers his hand, which the other guys takes a little firmly, causing
him to wince.

"I am Clayton...oh. What have you done to yourself?"

Eric tries to pull back, but Claytons' firm grip on his wrist, only caused him more pain as the skin ripped apart, Clayton slides his sleeve up, gazing upon his many scars and bruises, his freshest cuts, pulling a hankerchief.

"Do not worry, it is a new one."

He gently but firmly presses it to the cut, then moves Erics' hand over
to it, letting him hold it. Eric looks at him then the blood staining the white.

"thanks and look. i am sorry"

"it is not a problem at all. and your welcome."

Eric turns and limps away, as Clayton watchs his figure
leave, wondering about him more by the moment. He reachs over
and picks up a box of oreos,then stands in the line,waiting to leave,
his mind drifting in and out.


Eric leaves the store, looking left then right,before setting out across the parking lot and heads up the mountain.




Clayton walks out the doors with his items, looking around for a sign of Eric,
Seeing none he signs and goes to his car, an old muscle car, black mustang, he puts the items in the
Trunk and cranks the car, feeling it roar to life. He rolls out of the parking space and
To the stop light, he pauses, then turns right up mountain, carefully scanning both sides of the road because deer are prominent and can really total a car. He slows down upon his headlights catching a glimmer on the side of the road.

<i oh simply a person out for a walk…
Wait…”>

He pulls the car off the edge of the road and walks back toward where
He saw the person.

“eric?”

Eric snaps his head up, then looks away.

“What are you trying to do make yourself sick? Go home”

“Id rather not”

“Let me give you a ride home, come on”

“No.”

“well, in that case, come home with me”


Eric shakes his head no, tben shudders,
Sneezing once.

“That is it, get in the car now you are coming
Home with me”

Eric looks at him for a moment, then accepts in hand
And allows himself to be helped into the car, Clayton
Shifts in into drive and continues up the mountain, the
Car ride taking place in a  strained silence, pulling
Up to a nice house near the top of the mountain, he goes to
Get out, then realizes Eric has not moved.

“Come on Eric, Get out.”

“Are you parents home?”

“No, come on,out”

Eric unbuckles and follows him into the house, sitting
On a bar stool he watches Clayton put up the groceries.

‘Hey, Eric. Are you hungry”

“No..”

Eric starts to turn away food, then his
Stomach rumbles again, loudly.

“well..maybe I am a little hungry.”


Clay laughs,then comes back from the pantry, handing
Eric a box of oreos.

“here, got them for you, its what you were there
For right”

Eric looks at them, staring at it,then his eyes start to well up,
Tears pouring down his face, Clayton places a hand
On his shoulder,then leaves the room to allow
Him composure time.

Eric sit’s the box of oreos down on the counter and
Walks over to wear Clayton is sitting.

“Clay.. Clayton thanks.”

He says, his eyes still a little red.

“hey, not a problem its only cookies”

“well. No one else had done that for me”

Clayton looks to Eris, staring at him for a moment,
Then puts his arm over his shoulders.

“You need some sleep, lets’ find you some stuff to sleep
In.”

Eric follow him down the hall, to a dimly lit room, before his eyes can
Adjust Clayton flips on a light, showing the room to have a massive
King size bed and the walls covered with various girls and rock stars.

“Eric, sit, on the bed”

Eric moves to the corner of the bed and perches himself there,
Watching Clayton rummage through his clothes, finally tossing
Him a pair of sleep pants.. Eric pauses,, holding the pants in his hand
And looking at Clayton, who nods.

“Go ahead, you don’t have anything that I don’t have”

Eric stands and slides his pants off letting them fall to the
Ground, his silky yellow and brown stud muffin boxers evident.
He slides the sleep pants up, letting them go and they fall
Back into a heap around his ankles.
Clayton watches in amusement as Eric yanks them back up,
Tying them this time, then looks down at his own body,
Instinctively comparing it to his, noting how his stomach
Bulged against his tight shirt or how his pants where tighter,
How he could no longer see his hips under his extra weight.


“hey, eric. I am going to use the bathroom real quick. Be right back and
You can not sleep with that wet shirt on”

Eric nods and clayton shuts himself in the bathroom, easily pulling his shirt over his
Head and dropping it into a pile of other shirts. He looks in the mirror, first left,
Then right, noting how his stomach pulled against the top of his pants, he
Looks wistful into the mirror, poking his sides and front. A gentle knock
Stirs him from his thoughts, causing him to grab a shirt and pull it on.

“yah”

“clayton, are you coming out.”

“Yes, hold on”



He gaps in the mirror, the shirt he pulled on is clinging to his skin,
His stomach pressed so taut against it, he grabs the bottom and tries to
Remove it but it is stuck, he tries futilely for a few moments.

“eric?”

“Yah, what is it?”

“I kindof need your help”

“you want me to come in there?”

“Yes that would be useful”

Eric opens to door and immediately laughs, then puts
His hand to his mouth.

“sorry…I..well..what have you done?”

“ I grabbed the wrong shirt”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“get me out of it”

Eric moves closer to him, placing a let between his,
Sliding his fingers up Claytons’ stomach, pulling
The shirt up slowly inch by inch until it was able to be
Pulled over his arms. Eric drops the shirt on the counter, then
Realizes his bare body is leaning on top of Claytons’.
He looks into his eyes for a moment, then pulls away
And stalks out of the bathroom.