RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Oh. My GOD! This is the cutest thing EVER!" I say, probably sounding the gayest I have ever sounded in my life.

I squeeze it's belly like Brian tells me too. Suddenly the sound of Brian's voice comes out of the bear.

"Coby and Brian sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

I laugh and look over at Brian sitting there grinning.

"I love it. Thank you," I say before leaning over and kissing him softly on the lips.

I pull away with a grin, before sighing and playing with the bear on my lap.

"Oh shit, I nearly forgot," I say after I remember that I have another present for Brian, well, I don't technically, it's just in my possession.

"Now. I don't want to freak you out, but some of guys got something for you too. They won't tell me what it is but they wanted me to give it to you."

I smile and jump up from the bed. I walk over to the desk and pick up the perfectly wrapped present, with ribbons and stickers all over it. I note the five tags on the side.

I shake my head at their complete gayness and take the box over towards Brian. I hand it to him with a slight smile.

"For the record, I know nothing of this. All I saw was all 5 of them run off without me giggling to themselves while I paid for their lunches. So I am just as scared as you are."

I laugh as I lay down on the bed next to him and just stare at the present like it's going to explode.

I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Brian looks terrified of the box and I'm just sat here trying not to laugh. I should have known. And here's me thinking that it was a photo album full of pictures of me from the 2nd year. Now THAT is scary.

"Wow, Black Thunder, they obviously think very highly of me."

Why the hell did I say that? Well, at least it stopped the bount of giggles that want to come from me.

I look down at the box, reading the side and just laughing at the sexual word banter on the side of it.

"And I have other things that a vibrator doesn't have," I say before grinning and waving my hands around in the air to illustrate my point.

"Sooooo, are you going to take those glasses off so I can see those pretty eyes?" I say as I move closer to him so he's all but sitting on my lap.

I widen my eyes as I look at his eyes. I sink my teeth into my lip and pull the glasses from his face.

"Oooh Brian," I coo as I bring my hand up to his face, tracing the purple bruises under his eyes. I look into his eyes, the bright almost black eyes are dull and bloodshot as if he hasn't slept in days.

"Angel, I'm so sorry," I say, not sure what else I could have said. I kiss his nose softly, still stroking his cheeks.

"Do you want some ice or something? To soothe it a little?"

I'll kill his Dad, seriously, with my bare fucking hands. I'll find out exactly where he leaves, get all the travel there I can and kill that mother fucking asshole. No one does this to my Angel, ever.

I look back around at him again as I pull a cold wet towel out from the fridge. I was going to use that for my own sexual pleasure tonight, but this is much more important.

"Angel, what else did he do to you?" I ask him furrowing my brow.

Now that I look at him again, it does look like he is having problems with breathing. I walk over to him and hand him the towel, balling it up so he can put it against his eye. It's only now when he stretches that I see from under his shirt that his hip is littered with bruises.

"I'm calling the nurse to come up here and check up out. You need someone to look you over Brian." I tell him as I start to dial the numbers on my phone.

I scowl a little, more at his father back in California than anything. But also at myself for letting him go back there. I knew that something like this would happen and I knew that I should have tried harder to make him stay.

I bring the phone up to my ear and the voice of the sweat young nurses assistant Helga comes through on the other end.

"Hey Helga, it's Coby Shaddix. Listen, my boyfriend's is a little, worse for wear up here, I don't want to have to bring him all the way down to you guys's office so do you think you could take a look at him up in my room? Please?"

I plead with her until she finally agrees with a sigh, I know I am breaking house rules here, but Brian needs medical attention and I am NOT having him walking anymore than he has to from now on.

I put the phone down on the receiver and sigh.

I turn my head to look at him lying on the bed, smiling weakly at me. It hurts so much to see him like this. He's normally so bubbly and happy and bouncing around the room. Now he can barely move.

"Angel, you can hardly move without being overcome with some sort of pain. I don't think it's just nothing," I say to him, a little anger coming through in my voice. Not at him though, at myself and at his father.

I notice the slight pain in his eyes, mostly from the cuts and bruises but also from my slight burst of anger. I bite my lip and walk over to him, sitting on the bed and taking his hand into my own, not wanting to hurt him any more by moving him.

"Sorry. Just, I hate seeing you like this. I'm not angry at you, just... don't worry, just focus on something nice, huh? Like... erm..."

I watch him, my eyes wide and my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

"Ooh my poor sweet Angel," I say as I sink down onto my knees on the bed, kissing his forehead and still holding his hand. I want to hold him so badly, I just want to hug him and make him stop crying but I don't want to hurt him anymore than I already have.

My eyes brim over with tears myself and I let out a shaky sob as I continue to stroke my thumb over his own.

"There is no way in hell I'd ever leave. I am always here no matter what You won't be getting rid of me anytime soon."

"Hey, hey, hey, he's not going to find me OK? I'm too strong for him to do anything to me, believe me. I know people outside of these walls. He won't get anywhere near me," I say to him as I push his long hair from his face, it feels like it hasn't being washed for days but I don't pay any attention to that.

"And you're not selfish, you are everything but. I know selfish and you aren't that one bit. You're sweet, caring, kind and fuckin' sexy even with a black eye," I laugh a little trying to lighten the mood.

"Besides, if you tried to leave me, I wouldn't let you. Because I'm selfish." I smile down on him, before wiping his tears softly from his eyes but a knock on the door interrupts my staring into his big brown eyes.

I smile down on him before dropping his hand reluctantly to open the door. I let Helga into the room with a small smile, she knows I've being crying but she doesn't cay anything about it and just goes over to Brian on the bed. She's German you see, she doesn't talk too much, just gets down to business.

I shake my head and smile a little at Brian. He's such a goof even when he's in pain. He's unbelievable.

It takes most of the strength in me not to stare at the bruises littering his chest. It makes me stomach turn just thinking of how he got them, what his father must have done to him. The images are going through my brain like a high speed train and I have to sit down before my head rushes and I end up falling over.

I sit on the bed with a sigh and try to just look at Brian's face. Putting on as much of a brave face as I can.

I will get my revenge on his bastard of a Dad. Even if it's the last thing I do.

I smile at him, I love that he's basically laughing in the face of danger and pain. I couldn't do that myself, it just proves that he is so much stronger than me. And what scares me the most is that I will have to protect him with this, will I be able to?

"You're such a goof," I smile at him as Helga finishes patching him up.

"Thanks again Helga. You really are a star." I say as I look up at her. Lord knows she patched me up a few times in the past. Luckily she didn't day anything about the bruises that no one else saw then.

"I would have liked that, but... I think we can save it for a little while," I smile as I get up from my spot and sit next to him on the bed.

"So, can I get you anything?" I ask him with a smile as my eyes trail down the bandages. A small smile gracing me lips to hide the slight grimace.

Every time I just look at his chest I feel the anger boiling inside of me. I need to do something, anything for him to keep myself occupied.