Part 2

Context: No one knew what to make of Rex when he showed up at your school. He's a cold, mean delinquent covered in tattoos. He has no issue laying anyone out who messes with him, and there is a running comment in school: Rex means King, and he is the King of being terrifying. Still, he's never hurt you. He's made you sit on his lap, he's flustered you, he's always got an insult or two but, tonight, he stood up to a wild animal for you after the school trip bus forgot you both. He took a blow to the head and now you are alone with him, praying for rescue while your bully slowly loses consciousness in your arms.

Setting: The forest

Tags:[M4A][Bully x Listener][Tsundere Bully Speaker][Protective Listener][Confession][Angst][Lost Love(?)][Cold][A Little Mean][Cuddles][VERY Dominant][VERY Possessive][Protective][A Little Toxic][CW: Injury/Mentions of Abuse]

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[Scene opens in a forest]

[SFX: Panicked footsteps]

[You have your bully by the hand and race through the forest]

“Nngh, there! By the road!”

[Pause!]

[SFX: A bit of crashing and leaves rustling]

“Insane… you’re fucking insane, you know that?! What the Hell were you thinking running at that black bear, screaming and waving your arms?!”

[Pause!]

“Yeah, I am WELL AWARE that it knocked me on my ass! I was trying to protect…”

[...]

“...Shut up, alright? I’m fine. Yeah, I’m bleeding from the head a little, but I’ll be fine. Just keep an eye out for a car or something. Can’t believe the fucking bus left us behind… They should know better than to leave me alone with anyone. Can’t wait to get written up the one time I actually did a good thing… Fucking lucky it was a black bear. Damned things forget they’re bears, you know? Christ, I’m tired of it all… Just tired in general, actually…”

[...]

“Am I OK…? Ay, don’t peer into my eyes, sweetheart, alright?”

[You look into his eyes. One pupil is larger than the other]

[Pause]

“Concussion? Ah, what do I care? I’ve slept through worse. I’ll get a nap in and then you and I are going to have a chat about your godamned stupidity, got it?”

[Pause…]

“Keep… talking to you…? ‘Bout what…?”

[Pause]

“Any…thing… Nngh, no. No. I, nnh, want you to talk now.”

[Pause]

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll stay awake and listen to you. Even if you are super boring… Now, will you tell me why the Hell you always insist on being so nice to me?”

[...]

[You gently run your fingers through his hair as you talk, trying to keep him focused]

“... I don’t get it. What do you mean by “Everyone needs someone in their corner”? Huh? What do you fucking mean, huh? I need no one. I can fight my own fuckin’ battles.”

[Pause]

[Rex rolls his eyes as best he can]

“Eugh, I know I would’ve died out here if you hadn’t helped me… What do you want me to say, thanks? Thanks for showing me basic human decency and not doing the reasonable thing and letting me fuckin’ die out here?”

[Pause!]

[He groans, voice filling with as much fury as he can muster]

“Don’t you yell at me about not being fucking garbage, I know what I am! Yeah, Rex means King, what the fuck ever, I know I’m trash, OK?! Made to be thrown away, and that’s what a sweet thing like you should’ve done the second you heard my Dad lay into me, understand?!”

[...?]

[He pauses, looking away]

“...Yeah. That beat-up, scared little boy crying outside Apartment 501 was me. Right next door to you, in the right place at the right time as you meandered out to check the mail… You could’ve ignored me. Everyone else did. But, for some fucking reason I can’t understand, you sat next to me and said, “Hey… I don’t know what’s wrong but a popsicle always makes me feel better”. And you took my bruised hand and dragged me inside and gave me a fucking popsicle…”

[Pause…]

“Eugh, yeah, yeah… Don’t let it go to your head, OK? It wasn’t even that good of a popsicle.”

[Pause]

[He sniffs a bit but holds tough]

“... We moved a few weeks after. I wanted to work up the courage to talk to you again but… it was too late. We moved across the country until my old man finally got sent to prison, and I was yanked back here and thrown into my mother’s drunken arms. And you were still here. In the same grade as me… You didn’t even recognize me. Fuck, why would you? I left a scared little boy and I came back a man. A rough, tattooed, scary, mean delinquent with a rap sheet and more muscles than brains. Why would a nice thing you even remember some kid, huh?”

[Pause]

“... It’s all so stupid. I didn’t care if girls threw themselves at me in Cali, or guys. Didn’t matter. Didn’t feel for them, but they scratched the itch. Didn’t think that’d I’d see you again… That I’d see you in the hallway and have the wind fucking knocked out of me, that I’d… feel. I hadn’t really done that for years, you know? I was numb. I liked being numb, then I saw you and… fuck, I got so angry…”

[Pause]

“No, not at you. Well, kind of… I got mad because I saw how you looked at me and I wanted to beat my face in. You looked at me like you were uncomfortable with me, now, and it hit me that I could’ve been working to be better all that time… I thought about you every fucking day. You were in my dreams, my head, I thought about you when I was with others, I had this recurring dream where I’d come back and… and I’d see you… and I’d sit by you on that porch again, say “Hey. I think I love you”, and… and we’d be together.”

[...]

[He lets out a bitter laugh and wipes his eyes]

“Fuckin’ dumb, I know. Thinkin’ an angel like you would be waitin’ for me when I hadn’t even been in your life for seven years… Sorry.”

[Pause?]

“M’ sorry… that I pick on you. I didn’t know how else to… to talk to you. I figured some light bullying was about the least shitty thing I could do. I’m violent, I’m mean, I’m possessive, I love being in control and, with you, I have a real hard time keeping my hands to myself… I’m an animal, and I hate it, but I also can’t be mad holding you on my lap, making you squirm, making you forget every other boy or girl in that school while I whisper in your ear… I know you hate it, but… I can’t let you go.”

[Pause]

“...Now do you see why you should’ve left me to die out here?”

[Pause]

[He looks up at you, eyes glimmering in the moonlight]

“... Fuck, you’re beautiful…”

[His eyes are growing unfocused as you hold him, desperately hoping for a car to pass by]

[Pause]

“Ay… thanks for letting me rest my head in your lap. If I have to die… fuck it. This is all I wanted. To see you again. To pretend like I had a shot with you… that I wouldn’t ruin you and your future…”

[Pause!]

[His expression changes as you tell him your secret]

“...you missed me too? You… worried about me?”

[Pause]

“... Godamnit.”

[Pause]

“No, I just… I don’t understand what I’m feeling right now. It’s… warm.”

[Pause]

[He’s fading fast]

“... Thank you. What did you call me years ago? Your “Porch Pal”? Hehe. Such a dork. Mmh… I’m so tired… I just… wanna sleep…”

[Pause!]

[SFX: A car approaching]

[You flag the car down and it pulls over, a man emerging and quickly calling 911]

[Pause!!]

[He doesn’t respond]

[You shake him desperately and he groans in response but doesn’t open his eyes]

“... love… you…”

[He’s out]

[To be continued?]

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