Ollie stumbled a little when he lowered himself but recovered quickly, blushing slightly from embarrassment. He brought them over to the bed and set them down, "Hey um… t-tomorrow would you want to come into town with me? I-I need to get a few things and it looks like you do, to."
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He blushed a light pink and nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “That would be wonderful.” He took his card from his pocket and sighed. “I hope this still works….”
Ollie bit his lower lip, "I-If it doesn't I can pay," He shrugged a shoulder, "I-I've been saving so I have money to spare." Well, he had a little, most was going towards getting an apartment and moving but he didn't care who or what else it went to if it meant someone else was benefiting.
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He shook his head. “No, I won’t make you pay. I should have quite a bit of money left. I’ll take it all out and start a new account if this works.” He said softly. If not, he could always report his parents for fraud and abuse. He still loved them very much but he just couldn’t get over how they had betrayed him.
Ollie nodded a little, "Okay. But still, the offer still stands if not," There was a shout and a crash from downstairs and Ollie winced, worry creasing his features, "I need to see what that was. Gimme a few."
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Quinn nodded ever so softly, watching the shorter male walk off. He took the blankets and wrapped them around himself, moving around the room to explore. The place was cozy and warm, not much unlike Quinn’s old room.
He mourned for his items, for all of the things he loved being tossed out just like him. He hugged himself under the blanket and sat down, pulling his knees into his chest.
“I don’t understand dad… I thought you loved me… you too mom…? Why?” He questioned the voices in his head as they screamed at him. Hot tears began to run down his face. “Why…?”
Luckily at this point, Ollie's dad had closed the bar. The patrons were gone and it was just Ollie and him his dad. His dad and dropped multiple glasses on the floor, screaming for Ollie to clean them up and be quick doing it. The shouting was something Ollie was used to, and so were the homophobic and harsh insults that were thrown his way, too.
In the fifteen minutes it took for Ollie to clean up the insults were none stop and could easily be heard from upstairs. He was pushed once, causing him to land in the glass and cut his hands but he didn't care. His dad headed upstairs and went straight to his room, slamming the door. Ollie came up not long after him.
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Quinn buried his head in his arms, curling up in a ball and whimpering. The phrases were all too familiar and he didn’t want to hear them. He didn’t want to hear any of it.
He barely heard Ollie returning up the stairs, too busy locked up in his ball of despair and terror to really pay attention to anything else.
Ollie had a towel between his hands, soaking up the blood that was coming from them. He sighed a little, used to the injuries and insults but that didn't mean he was still deeply hurt by them, especially because it was his dad.
He slowly pushed open the door to check on Quinn, worried, "Q-Quinn?" He sat on the end of the bed.
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Quinn didn’t respond, still curled up in on himself and squeezing his eyes shut. He shook his head, rocking himself back and forth.
It took him a long time to realize someone else was in the room with him. At first he flinched, thinking it to be some apparition of his father, but relaxed as he was met with the gentle expression of Ollie.
Slowly he unrolled himself, looking at the other male’s face with trembling bones. “Ollie…?”
Ollie's features softened slightly, "Hey, yeah it's me," He didn't move closer, knowing the other was afraid and scared and he didn't want to make it worse, "You okay? D-Do you need a hug or…?"
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He stared blankly at the other for a long time. He almost scared himself when he nearly barreled into Ollie, hugging him tightly. “How do you go about your day listening to that all the time?! I can’t even function properly when I hear those words. I can’t do it… I just… I break every time.” He poured his emotions out, tears cascading down his face.
Ollie was a little surprised at the sudden hug but quickly hugged Quinn back, ignoring the throbbing and stinging in his hands, "I-I know it sounds bad but I'm used to it. It's been this way since I came out and that was… I-I can't even remember… I-It still hurts, a lot a-and if he knows how much i-it'll be even worse…"
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Quinn’s grip tightened around the other. He rocked them both, touch-starved and needing someone to care. “He will never find out. Don’t let him.” He murmured into his ear, slowly letting the other go when his own mood picked up a little. He wiped his face, embarrassed by the tears. “Sorry… I’m a wreck.”
Ollie shook his head just a little, grabbing the cloth and placing it on his hands again when they started bleeding once more, "No need to apologise, crying is normal." He reassured, offering a small, genuine smile.
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“I still hate doing it.” His eyes traveled to the cloth. “What happened?” He asked softly, eyes wide. “Are you alright?” Why he felt so much more protective of Ollie was beyond him.
Ollie looked to the side, swallowing a lump in his throat, "Ah w-well see…" He stumbled over his words for a few minutes, blushing before he collected himself, "D-Dad dropped some glasses," He said quietly, "A-And when I was cleaning them up h-he… hepushedmeintotheglassandIcutmyhands…" He said the last part quickly.
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Quinn growled under his breath. “Let me see,” he murmured, drawing Ollie closer and removing the cloth from his hands. “You have to get the glass out first. I’ll help you.” He murmured, sighing softly. “Do you have tweezers?”
Ollie nodded a little, "Y-Yeah… in the medical bag o-over there." He jerked his head towards it before looking down at his lap. He'd been too worried about Quinn to notice the glass stuck in his hand, and the blood had covered some of it.
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He moved to grab the bag, his form slumped over and half-hearted. But he still moved fairly fast, worried about Ollie, his savior from the cold.
“Now hold still.” He murmured, biting his lower lip as he pulled the tweezers from the bag and carefully took one of Ollie’s hands. He really wished he would have grabbed his backpack at least. He only had one pair of clothes and he was sure he smelled gross from all that running he did.
Ollie but his lower lip. He knew it wasn't going to hurt that bad, considering he'd been through way worse then this but still. He'd always tended to his own wounds when no one was around to hear him cry or whimper but not this time…
"U-Um… th-there's a shower next d-door if you want to u-use it… I-I can find some o-old clothes, too…" He said quietly, trying to focus on anything but his hands.
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Quinn didn’t look up but his face softened. “Thanks Ollie… you don’t have to do that much for me. He murmured, pulling a large shard from his hand and setting it on the cloth he had taken from him.
A short silence fell between them. Quinn was focusing on getting every little tiny shard out, squinting slightly as he did so. Once he had gotten out all of them - or at least he hoped he did - he set the tweezers down. “Is there something I could use to clean this out? It’ll sting like hell but it’s better than letting it get infected from whatever was on - or in - that bottle.”
Ollie tried his best not to whimper when the glass was being taken out, but he did once or twice. He looked up from where he was staring at his lap, looking from Quinn to the dresser close to them, "I-I think there might be something e-either in that bag or the dresser…"
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“Ok…” he glanced up, green eyes dull and sad as he dug through the bag, moving to the dresser when he didn’t find anything. Soon he was returning with peroxide, slipping his shirt off and holding it under Ollie’s hand. There were many bruises along his abdomen and back and a few cuts could be spotted. Those cuts were the result of his skin splitting from the contact of a metal rod and a vase. He didn’t mind them as much now.
Slowly he poured some peroxide on the wounds in Ollie’s hands, using his shirt to catch the excess. “There. Do they feel better?” He asked, looking up at him.
Ollie hissed a little and sucked in a breath, but a moment or so later, they felt a little better and he nodded, "A-A little, thank-you," He replied. He looked up, eyes widening at the state of Quinn, "Wh-What did… how?"
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Quinn looked down at himself and shrugged, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s nothing… it’s- nothing…” he said, looking away.
His parents had done that to him. They had chased him out like he was a pest.
Ollie quickly shook his head, "I-It's not nothing, Quinn," He said quickly, yet quietly. He watched the movement, blushed just a little and looked down, "It's serious."
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“No it’s fine. I promise.” He reached out, hesitant to touch Ollie before he gently ran his fingers across his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “They’ll heal.”
"Just because they'll heal doesn't mean they should have happened." Ollie replied, shoulders slumping just a little.
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He bit his lip and sighed sadly. “I know…” he murmured, leaning against Ollie. “We’re both in pretty bad spots, huh…?” He said gently, rubbing his face with his hands. “Let’s get you bandaged up so they heal faster.”