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“Why do you make me do these things?” Rob yelled from the living room.
Zack stood before the bathroom mirror bloodied and bruised yet again. He wet one of the black washcloths he kept for just this purpose before he started cleaning the blood from his face. Along with the blood Zack wiped away the tears that were as worthless as a paper sword. At least the eyes were spared this time around.
Zack tried to recall when his life got so fucked up. There had been a time when he and Rob were happy together and in love. But that was long ago and now the fear overpowered any love he once felt for his lover.
Zack knew he should just leave. Get away from this abusive relationship, but he couldn’t. Not after the last time he tried. That attempt had landed him in the hospital with four broken ribs and a severe concussion. He’d told the doctors he’d fallen down the stairs while carrying too many groceries. The truth was that Rob had thrown him down the steps as he tried to leave.
No. Rob had him right where he wanted him. A prisoner. Controlled by fear.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Rob whispered behind him. “You know I don’t mean to do these things to you, but you make me so angry sometimes.”
He reached out and laid his hand on Zack’s shoulder who forced himself not to flinch at the touch. There was no need to anger Rob again so soon after his outburst.
“You know I love you, right? That you are my world.”
“I know,” Zack replied quietly, unable to put up any hint of a fight or let his resentment toward his lover of two years be seen. “I love you too,” he lied. That love had died over a year ago. “I was wrong to make you angry. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”
Zack tried to side step Rob and leave the bathroom but his lover quickly pulled Zack into his arms. He didn’t resist or object when Rob started undressing him and ran the water in the shower. Zack allowed Rob to draw him under the hot water and tried to hide his revulsion when he felt Rob’s mouth and teeth kissing and nipping at his body, while fingers cruelly twisting his nipples. Zack bit his lip to keep from crying out knowing what Rob expected.
Zack turned and gave Rob his backside, his tears mixing with the water and carried down the drain as Rob took his pleasure, not caring of adding to the already surfacing bruises. Zack stood there and allowed Rob to do as he pleased knowing it was more trouble than it was worth if he showed resistance to him. He knew that tomorrow Rob would act as if none of this ever happened. Pretending not to see the remnants of his angry fists or rough ‘make-up’ sex. Life would continue for Rob, but Zack would remember every slap and punch for as long as he lived.