the Becoming

Love hurts, it's not always fair, and it doesn't always end with a happy ending.

          Aiden's eyes burned into Becket’s soft brown ones. Becket could feel the hatred coming from Aiden, the feeling of pain and anger. Becket tried to open his mouth and instead just got picked up from his seat. Aiden’s hands clawing at the underside of Becket’s gentle forearms. Picking him up and shoving him against the wall. Becket tried to make a sound, as the pain shot through his body, but instead only made a faint squeaking sound. Aiden pulled his right hand back and back handed Becket.
              Becket felt hot stickiness run into his mouth and knew it was blood. His lip had burst open, Blood flowing from the chapped pink skin, running around his teeth and down his throat. Becket felt hot warm tears being to form in his eyes. Aiden’s green eyes forced him to hold them back. “DON’T EVEN START” Aiden said, pulling Becket from against the wall and shoving him across the room. Becket fell against the opposing wall and crumbled onto the ground. He greedily swiped at his eyes, making sure no tears were coming out.
                Aiden stalked across the room, the sound of the heels of his boots against the linoleum was almost too much to take as Aiden reached down again. This time instead of picking Becket up, he just jerked Becket’s hair up forcing him to stand by himself. He didn’t know if he could do it, his knees felt weak. He didn’t want to fall…so he strained against the pain and stood up, leaning against the wall. Becket looked down at the ground, feeling the tears forming again and trying to hold them back.
              Aiden’s voice, powerful and demanding seemed to echo in the small white room. “Look at me” Becket continued to look down. He counted the titles on the floor….one, two, three, four, five,
                “What the hell are you doing? Look at me now Becket!” Aiden screamed into Becket’s ear. Ten, eleven, twelve…Aiden reached out and punched Becket in the face. Becket fought tears again and felt his right eye begin to burst with wave after wave of pain. He didn’t think he could take it. Aiden reached out and picked Becket’s chin up so that he could face him. He pinned Becket against the wall, his body pressing hard, unloving against Becket’s. He brushed back a lock of Becket’s blonde hair behind his ear.
                  “You know I love you” Aiden said, leaning into Becket’s bruised and busted face, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Becket shuddered away, Aiden felt so strange against him. Aiden’s hands reaching around Becket’s fragile body and wrapping themselves around his waist, tugging him closer. Forcing Becket into the kiss. Becket was still counting thirty two, thirty three, thirty four … Aiden pulled away.
                    “You love me too right?” Becket looked into Aiden’s hate filled eyes. ‘why doesn’t he just kill me’ Becket asked if only mentaly, then squeaked out “of course”. His mouth felt dry and hot and sticky and salty. He could still feel blood from his lips seeping into his mouth. Looking at Aiden’s lips he said Aiden had some on his lips as well…
                    Aiden leaning back in as Becket tried to move away, realizing that Aiden had a tight grip on his waist and he was pinned against the wall he couldn’t move away. He kept on counting.
                    Aiden ran his hands up and down Becket’s back, bringing them to rest on the loops of his jeans. Slowly yet forcefully he began to tug down Becket’s jeans. Becket pulled away as much as he could, managing to cry out a little.
“Please, no…” Becket begged. His voice didn’t sound like himself, he sounded far off…and scared…very scared. His mind raced. Aiden’s eyes flashed from they’re temporary coolness to the rough harsh green again and Becket became deeply scared, for his life.
                  “What?” Aiden asked, his lips brushing against Becket’s ear.
                  “….please….no….”Becket breathed rapidly. His mind raced, he was out of breathe.
                    Then in the corner of the room a door opened and a woman about 30 stepped into the room. “Aiden, you’re on now.” She said, looking a little bewildered. Aiden backed away from Becket, revealing his damage.
                    “Oh my god, what happened?” She asked, starting to walk over to where Becket was, bleeding and pinned against the wall. Aiden flashed a smile, the charming one, ‘Oh nothing, he’ll be fine” Aiden said, “I’m coming now” He turned to Becket and leaning very close he whispered “You know I love you…I’ll be back later…” and with that Aiden left the room with the woman, as Becket fell into a crumpled heap on the floor.