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Broken Bones by shinobi

01. Breaking

Title - "Broken Bones"

Author - shinobi

Fandom - Linkin Park

Pairing - Mike/Chester

Genre - Angst/Drama/Slash

Rating - NC-17

Summery - When Mike flees from his abusive lover, Dave, he meets Chester, an old friend and they slowly start to fall in love with one another. Chester promises to keep Mike safe - but will he be able to keep his promise when Dave turns up, determined to take Mike back?




- Broken Bones - by shinobi -



Disclaimer - Don't own them. Own a couple of posters, but not them. This is just FICTION.

A/N - Rated for a reason - Angst, Some abuse/violence, Slash - so if you don't like - then don't read!! This is my latest fic, and as ever, I hope you enjoy - so please let me know what you think!! Happy Reading!!

::hugs:: to ana and sinny for reading :)



- 01. Breaking -



Sometimes it's so easy to live a lie, to pretend to be happy, pretend that things are okay because that way you don't have to face all the problems around you. Things get pushed to the back of your mind. True feelings get hidden away as you hide yourself under happy thoughts, tell yourself that everything is fine. Only once things go too far, once the horrible truth starts to catch up with you, it quickly becomes impossible to hide away and unless you stop pretending, eventually you will break.



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I stared at him, almost as if I was trying to capture the stillness and serenity of his sleeping form and have it in my mind everytime I thought of him. I didn't want to see the shouting, screaming version of him, I didn't want to see the tearful apologetic man everytime his name crossed my mind.



No, I wanted to see him like this, at peace, this is how I wanted to remember him, for this was surely the last time I was ever going to go running back to him.



He'd gone too far this time, way too far.



This was it, this was the end.



And even though, deep down, I didn't want it to be the end, I didn't want to admit things were wrong, I knew that what I was doing was for the best; not only for me, but for him also.



We'd been destroying one another for far too long now; if I didn't leave then, maybe the next time we argued, I wouldn't be leaving alive.



Part of me felt guilty though, just like all the other times. He couldn't help it, he was sick, he didn't mean the things he said, the things he did.



But no, I'd given him chance after chance to get help. I'd tried everything I could think of to help him myself, but nothing was changing.



I sniffed, wiping a tear from my cheek and let out a sigh.



"Bye Dave," I whispered, gently tracing my hand over his shaven head, "Bye," I sighed, taking a final look at him before carefully draping the covers over him.



He let out a sigh and I stopped as he turned onto his stomach, murmuring something in his sleep.



Leaning down, I placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, telling myself, promising myself, that this would be the last time I left him.



Leaving the room, I pulled the door shut behind me. I grabbed my bags and headed towards the door, quietly unlocking it and stepping out into the cool night.



I locked the door behind me, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and headed down the steps, not glancing back once and as I quickly jogged down the street.



For this time, I knew, I swore to myself that it was over.



There was no going back.





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I stood outside the door of my best friend Brad's flat, hopping from one foot to the other as I waited for him to answer.



My breath came out in small puffs, warm against the chilly night air. Rubbing my hands together I pressed the doorbell once more, glancing through the frosted glass as a light inside flickered on.



I picked my bags up as I heard someone unlocking the door from the other side.



It swung open and a half asleep Brad stared back at me, as if he was half

expecting it to be me.



"Come in," he sighed, pulling the door open and standing aside.



I smiled weakly and stepped into the warm apartment, Brad shutting the door

quickly behind me to stop the cold air getting in.



"Woah," he stopped and stared at me, hand reaching up to the side of my swollen face, "He really did it this time, didn't he?" he hissed, "Mike, tell me you're not going back to him, you've got to swear."



I slowly nodded my head, this would normally be the time where I would've defended Dave's actions, but not this time, this time he'd gone too far.



"Mike, are you okay?"



I shook my head, still clinging onto my two bags, leaning against the wall as Brad spoke.



"What did he do?"



I looked at him, a shaky sigh escaping through my lips, not wanting to talk, not

wanting to have to say it. I felt so ashamed, so dirty.



"Oh God," Brad sighed, "Don't tell me he...."



I nodded solemnly, turning away as tears began to escape my eyes.



"The fucker," he hissed, "Where is he now? Is he at his place? I swear to God I'll go right round there and...."



"Brad, please, leave it," I begged.



He looked at me and nodded, "You've got to do something about this though," he sighed, taking my bags from me.



I numbly nodded my head, following him into the spare room that I'd spent so many sleepless nights in.



He flicked on the light and placed my bags on the floor, rubbing a hand over his scalp, "Do you need anything?"



I shook my head, "I'm sorry I woke you Brad, you go back to bed."



"Help yourself to anything you need, right? We'll talk in the morning," he sighed heading back out of the door.



"Thanks Brad," I smiled.



He stopped and stepped back over to me, wrapping his arms around me, "You get some sleep yeah?" he whispered before pulling away from me.



I nodded and sighed as he left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.



I ran a hand through my hair, kicking off my shoes. I pulled back the covers and

slipped in underneath them, flicking the light off before I snuggled back down.



I closed my eyes, sleep over taking my mind.





****





Things weren't always this way.



No, once, not so long ago, I had been a happy and care-free kid. I didn't want to pile the blame on to him, or sound selfish, but things really did go down hill after I'd met Dave Farrell.



I couldn't remember who introduced us, although I had a feeling it was Rob, who was roommates with Brad and I at the time. This was all back in the first year of college, about two or three years ago now. It had been Brad's nineteenth birthday and having been best friends with him since I was about nine, I'd organized a party for him, along with my other partners in crime, Joe and Rob.



We'd held it in our apartment, handing out invites to just about everyone that we knew. The night had gone well, and I'd hit the drink big time. By the time everyone else had either left or passed out, I was in the corner with Rob giggling everytime Brad had tried to get up. He'd gotten more wasted than any of us.



Then Dave had come over, and we'd got talking, and, er, kissing, and I'd ended up

sleeping with him.



I'd woke the next morning, thinking he would be gone, half hoping he wouldn't and to my surprise, he was very much still there, wide awake, watching me as I slept.



From then on, we were inseparable. He was the sweetest guy I'd ever met, always pampering me, buying me things, the most supportive person I'd ever had in my life beside Brad.



One year later, things had taken a turn for the worse. I don't know why, but he just became really possessive, didn't like the idea of me spending time with Brad, Rob or Joe.



I'd shaken it off, thought his jealousy would had soon boiled over, but I was wrong, very wrong. Things got even worse. He started drinking, to take his mind off the fact that he was struggling at college. Eventually he quit and found a job, a job he couldn't stand though. I'd tried to help, so many times, I'd tried. Only he'd just ignored me, ignored my pleas for him to get help.



Then he'd just changed even more, became some kind of monster. The arguments we had became more heated, he became violent, to the extent that sometimes he would even beat me.



Only I couldn't leave him, not Dave.



I honestly didn't have enough toes and fingers to count the number of times I'd ended up here, in Rob and Brad's apartment, scared to my wits after Dave had hurt me.



But this time, I promised myself, this was it.



This was the end of Dave and I.



The start of a new beginning.




*****



TBC......



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