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Andy nodded, hanging up and waiting for the officer, pacing and checking on Tim again who was placing yet another bottle in the nearly filled trash bag. It took less than ten minutes, Andy opening the door and showing him where Tim's room was.

Tim was finishing what was in his cup when Darren walked in, frowning and glaring at the man. "Get out." But Darren grew closer, the red-head frowning and trying to stand. it didn't work, tripping on one of the bottled yet to be drunk where he was caught. "No!" his cup was taken away and be was lifted, the man starting to cry again. "Daren! No!" and gave weak hits as he was carried out.

"You're in good hands, Tim!" Andy called, closing the door behind them.

Tim stayed silent, looking away and curled up on himself. Darren was the cause of all of his problems, why should he make them worse?

Timothy couldn't hate him fully, that was the hard part. He could never hate the man. He was just, so, ********, angry, with himself. The only person he could direct it to was Daren for being the cause of his feelings which pushed him and Jason apart. "No." he mumbled. And why should he? They broke up? Tim didn't want to cause that many any more pain so it was best to avoid him. of course he'd been avoiding everyone. Andy was inevitable, they were roommates.

"Shut up, Daren." Tim warned as the man started to speak, but he continued, fingers tightening into his shirt as he curled on himself some more. "If sorry could fix it we'd both have happier lives." Andrew would have never beaten him and Darren wouldn't have been either, or his mother. "It's not a lot of bottles." he tried to defend, "You should've let Andrew kill me in that basement."

Tim gave a bitter smile accompanied by a chuckle, looking out the window at the familiar parking lot. He didn't want to be here. Seeing Darren made his smile disappear and his stubbornness show. He didn't move from his seat, looking forward. "I want to go back to Andy's. I don't need anything from you." and sat there, and sat, and sat. Ten minutes passed before he decided this was futile, getting out of the car with little difficulty and following to the elevator.

"I hate you."

No he didn't, he couldn't, he hated himself. Just saying those three words made his brow furrow in pain, breathing through his nose to try and stay calm before he lashed out. He could feel it coming, tightening his chest like when he was with the therapist. When he threw her mug at her. "I hate you." he repeated, though his voice wavered, now trying to convince himself. But it was coming, jaw clenching, fingers curling into fists. He couldn't be locked in that elevator with Daren. He turned and began walking up the stairs instead, hoping to cool off a bit.

Tim stopped on the stairs to sit and breathe, hitting his forehead gently to try and turn away the anger and rage building up inside. It worked somewhat, the red-head able to continue his trek to Daren's door not surprised to see him, but what he was holding made that calm burn up with fury once more. He took it, staring at the thing in shock and confusion. Daren wanted to be hurt with this? A riding crop? A simple tool? A crop?

He looked up at the shirtless man, rage filling him as he swung it against the man's face without warning. The wound wasn't enough, dropping the flimsy leather and swing his fist at the man. he knew how to swing, he'd seen Andrew do it countless times. He knew the stance, how hard, how fast, and he hit so hard Tim was afraid he'd break his own knuckles.

"That's a flimsy piece of leather!" he shouted, "How can that properly hurt you!" and hit him again, "When you ******** like it!" another hit. "What is wrong with you?! You have done s**t! You have done nothing wrong!" Tim needed something sharp, trying his best to quell that urge as he continued to bruise his own knuckles against the man. He wanted to see Daren on the floor in pain, fists now aimed or his sides. <******** hit me back!' he shouted, knuckles throbbing in pain, "Don't just ******** take it!"

"HIT ME!" Tim screamed, swinging his leg onto the down man's side. "Out of everything I've ever told you!" Another kick, "you had to listen to that! Out of all things!" he grabbed Daren by his hair, looking down at him before falling to his knees, anger starting to melt into sadness and depression, another weak punch being delivered with his free hand. "Why did you listen to me? Daren just hit me." and was holding the man's face, forehead pressed against his as he cried. "I hate you so much why do you do this to me? Daren," he sobbed softly, hands moving down as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, hugging and crying.

He loved this man too much and it hurt.

"But that's the problem!" he screamed, hitting Darren with his fists as he pulled away, looking at the man. "that's the ******** problem! That's the ******** problem." and leaned against the man once more, body growing tired with the anger and the fury. "I could never hate you. I can never ******** hate you and that's the problem." and weakly hit the man once more, giving shuddered breaths as he calmed down, staring at his lap. He loved him, he loved him and he was still too afraid to say it.

But that was because Darren didn't love him back.