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Timothy flinched as he bumped into Aomine, blubbering incoherent things and crying, shaking his head. He had to go to his room, he wasn't needed at the moment or at all he had to leave and hide. No, no Iroh didn't do anything. "I just want to go back to bed." he whimpered, continuing to shake his head, not looking up at the man. Aomine sounded happy, he sounded so happy. TImothy was going to ruin his day if he kept this up.

Placing both hands over his mouth he held his breath, forcing himself to calm down and hide away his feelings. "N-No... Mr. Iroh didn't do anything." and gave a small smile up to the man at his joke. "I'm still a bit emotional from yesterday, I think." he said, looking away from the man. "I think I'll rest a bit longer. Enjoy your breakfast, it smells delicious." and smiled once more before sidestepping the man and shuffling back toward his bedroom.

Warmth from behind, unexpected, Tim felt himself fall apart internally. "Aomine..." he said softly, covering his face, fingers beneath his glasses and shaking his head some more despite the hug. "I don't... I don't want to ruin your day." he murmured. "You're in such a good mood." No, company wouldn't help, company is the last thing he wanted, he wanted to be lonely, he wanted to think, be alone, sleep, not have to worry about pleasing anyone.

Aomine tried another joke and Tim gave a weak chuckle as the thick arms let go. "W-We're friends." No, Timothy was a burden, Aomine would be working if it hadn't been for him. And then Aomine said it, what he would like, and the red-head knew very well he couldn't deny it, no matter how much he told himself too he couldn't. "I suppose... I am hungry..." he lied, turning back to smile at Aomine. "Maybe just a little breakfast, then." Force it down, keep it down, he needed it. Just to keep Aomine happy and pleased with him.

Timothy nodded, happy he could go hide after breakfast. "N-No. It's okay, I am a bit hungry, and it smells good." he said weakly. Aomine couldn't change his mind, Timothy was a good guest, he had to keep it up that way. Wait, where was he going? "A-All right." he said, standing there and flinching as Iroh spoke. he didn't want to move, he didn't want to walk close. The man so desperately wished he could pretend he hadn't heard Aomine's boss but knew he couldn't. It went against what he knew. "O... okay."

He turned and slowly moved back toward the kitchen, arms hunched over and holding himself as though he expected Iroh to suddenly hit him. Timothy wasn't even making eye contact. "Y-Yes, Mr. Iroh?"

He whimpered, back arching before straightening as the hand was placed upon it. What? Heard them. He gave a small nod. He'd heard them, he'd even seen them and just the thought made a small rush of blood go south. "B-But then... then why did you stay?" He asked, backing away suddenly and away from the man's grasp, growing cautious "A-And he would have! I've been given that drug and after twenty minutes I was begging Andrew to ******** me!" and covered his mouth, the memory quickly replaying at that first time. Andrew had allowed Kathy to dress him up as a cat and only allowed him to move on his hands and knees. But with that toxin going through his veins he had a hard enough time doing that, begging, pleading that Andrew take him.

"He would have searched for the nearest person because hands aren't enough for that drug, but I developed a tolerance... no doubt he got one of the stronger ones." and clung tighter to himself. "You saved me... trust me... if Andrew recorded everything you'll see... you'll see what that drug does. You'll see everything it does. You think you've seen it but you haven't. I know you haven't." and shook his head.

Timothy listened as the man spoke about the videos. "Are you watching them all?" he murmured. "When he drugged me, hit me, had other men and women rape me. He even had teenagers do it and threatened to bring in animals." he whispered. "and the basement, have you seen the basement yet? That started in the third year." and shook his head. "He could call all those people and still not be satisfied, I was under the drug on one of the gang rapes." but the bathroom door opened and he silenced, The hand on his shoulder made him flinch, mind still filled with memories before looking up at Aomine with a weak smile. "J-Just hungry..."

Timothy saw the change in the other's demeanor and paled. "No, please," he whimpered, and then his mind shattered, "I'm sorry, no. No I'm not lying." tears filled his eyes quickly before rolling down. "I'm sorry. Please. I didn't. I didn't." trembles began to rack his body, a shivering hand covering his mouth as though it would prevent any lies coming through. "I saw. I saw him and Iroh. I'm sorry Andrew please." and sunk to his knees. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to see I swear! It was an accident! I'll be good! I'll stay in my room and I won't ask or bed I promise! Please! Please I'm telling the truth!" his nails were digging into his arms in panic, waiting for that pain, and in his mind, it was already happening. "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry I won't do it again! I'm sorry! Please forgive me, Andrew! Andrew please! It was one peak! I couldn't help it! But the drug! Andrew the drug you know what it does... I'm sorry I'm sorry!" he said quickly, looking up at the blurred person before lowering his head once more, sobbing to himself. "I won't be rude! I won't be rude I love you Andrew please! I didn't mean it!"

"I'll call you whatever you want, Daren." he sobbed. "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me. I love you so much I wouldn't do it on purpose... please. Please I'm so sorry.." Safe, safe, safe with Daren. This was another game, another trick to tell Timothy what a cheating whore he was. "No, no I'm only safe with Andrew. Leave me alone, please. He'll be back and he'll be angry." He couldn't sleep with 'Daren' because once he was done Andrew would hurt him and treat him so much worse. "You're tricking me, please don't trick me Andrew I wouldn't sleep with anyone else but you. You know I love you." Anything to keep him happy, anything. At the mention of being held he looked up and tried to scoot away. "No! No don't touch me!" He moved to yell more but eyes spotted Iroh and he froze. No, no no no. Andrew was going to let someone else... no, please. "Please, please not on the kitchen floor Andrew I beg please no!"

But Andrew held him anyway, no 'Daren' held him. Trembling in the hug his eyes didn't waver from Iroh, filled with primal fear. Not again, please, not again. He didn't want it, he didn't want it. "Please Andrew, please I won't do it again I promise. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." he whimpered. The hug was light, Andrew was 'Daren' and 'Daren' was supposed to keep him safe. His mind worked out a plan, but last time he did it he couldn't go to work for a week. "Please," he whispered, knowing whatever fate out there was better than with Andrew. "I'm sorry." and shoved the man away before turning and bolting out of the kitchen. He was weak, he'd been beaten, he remembered that. The basement, the dungeon. "Open open open." hands were slick with his tears before the front door unlocked and he opened it, nearly falling but managing to run out. Stairs, stairs were always faster.

"Leave me alone!" Timothy yelled. That voice wasn't Andrew's, that was the man, the man that was going to rape him. he moved as fast as possible downstairs, legs hating him and feed hating him worse. But he had to leave, he had to leave. Why hadn't he died when in that basement? Why hadn't he died and let it be? He turned, going down another flight of stairs. He had to be close to the bottom, he had to be. He looked back, the man on his heels and he heard Andrew walk out of the apartment. "No!" he shouted at Iroh, turning again and running, skipping steps this time best he could.

'Daren' called for him and Timothy ignored it, seeing that the next flight was the last flight before he could escape. But then 'Daren' left and Andrew yelled at him. His entire body froze as an involuntary reaction, but in the middle of taking the next step while still skipping steps. His eyes widened, seeing the door at the bottom of the flight, the stairs rushing against him and then blackness.