My Mansion

When I reached home, I had Nick tied in my jacket so he couldn't move. I laid him gently on the sofa and called my family doctor.

Hmmm~ mister, please~ I'll pay you money~ (nick)

This kid is p*ssing me off. Just wait till your sober again, I'll make you lick my shoes clean!

Knock Knock Knock

I rushed to the door, letting Doctor Melody come in.

Why is the patient tied up on your sofa? She half yelled half scolded me. (Doctor M.)

His s*x deprived, and tried to eat me. I said trying to explain as she glared at me.

Bring him to a bed! She commanded me. I almost dropped him when he grinded me with his leg on the middle of the steps. What are you waiting for! Go! She yelled from behind me. I rushed up the steps, threw him on the bed, and left him to the doctor.

Two hours later the doctor came down with horror in her eyes. What happened Doctor M.?! Did he attack you?! I asked running up to and hugging her. N...no....h-he has... more scars....than a soldier.... coming back from war...

What?! I don't get it... here sit down and explain everything. I guided her to the sofa.

I was just doing the normal check routine with him being tied up still. I checked his pupils but he had contacts in. I took them out. After the treatment, I thought he might be uncomfortable, so I took of your jacket. I almost fell over seeing his stomach... then... then I took off his j-jacket... and turned him over... Damon his whole back was filled... barely a cm that wasn't.

I stood up shocked, not believing her words, and ran up stairs. Just as she said. Why does it hurt so much seeing his back filled with scares? A tear rolled my eyes. I laid in bed hugging Nick and didn't let him go. Until I drifted off besides him into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning

I woke up from a loud bang. I opened my eyes not seeing Nick next to me. Did he leave? I looked at the door way and saw him trying to feel around with his hand over his eyes. What's he doing?

Nick... What the f*ck are you doing this early in the f*cking morning?

I have school. Where did you put my eye contacts? They are brand new too.

What's wrong with your eyes? Blind or something? it's what you look like. I mumbled.

They are ugly. (Nick)

Your eyes? I asked.

Yes, so are the scars your doctor almost cried at when she saw them. He said indifferently.

Nick I'm sure your eyes aren't bad, no ones are. I said.

No, mine are. (Nick)

I got up annoyed of the conversation and pulled him back onto the bed.

What do you want? He asked calmly.

Show me your eyes. I commanded.

Why? they are ugly. He stated.