I'll Never Let You Go

Chapter 3 A Nightmarish Homecoming

As Christian entered the apartment, the tension in the air was palpable, his heart sinking as he locked eyes with Wesley, who sat on the couch with a menacing glare. The anger radiating from Wesley sent a shiver down Christian's spine, his entire body trembling with fear.

"I-I was out with my dad," Christian stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he approached Wesley cautiously.

Wesley's lips curled into a cruel smirk as he scoffed at Christian's explanation. "So you decide to spend your entire day with your cop daddy instead of your own boyfriend," he spat, his words dripping with venom.

Christian flinched at the accusation, his mind racing with guilt and confusion. "I-I'm sorry, Wes, I didn't mean to—" he began, but before he could finish, Wesley's hand collided with his cheek in a stinging slap.

The force of the blow sent Christian reeling, his head spinning with pain and disbelief. Tears welled in his eyes as Wesley advanced towards him, his presence suffocating and overpowering.

"You're pathetic, Christian," Wesley sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "You're nothing without me."

Christian's heart hammered in his chest as Wesley's words cut through him like a knife, the weight of his insecurities crushing him under their suffocating grip. Desperate to appease Wesley, Christian leaned in hesitantly, his lips trembling as Wesley seized him in a bruising kiss, the taste of aggression and dominance poisoning the air between them. In that moment, Christian realized with a sinking heart that he was trapped in a nightmare of his own making, his longing for love and acceptance overshadowed by the suffocating hold of Wesley's manipulation and abuse.
As Wesley dragged Christian to the bedroom, his grip tight and unrelenting, Christian's heart pounded with fear. With a forceful shove, Wesley threw him to the floor, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through Christian's body. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the room, sealing them in a prison of Wesley's rage.

"Why the fuck do you make everything so fucking difficult between you and I, Christian!" Wesley roared, his voice echoing off the walls with a ferocity that made Christian tremble.

"I-I'm sorry, Wes, I didn't mean to," Christian pleaded, his voice trembling with fear as he struggled to appease the volatile man looming over him.

But Wesley's patience had worn thin, his anger boiling over with each passing moment. With a menacing glint in his eyes, he raised his hand once more, delivering another brutal slap across Christian's already bruised cheek.

"Please, Wesley, I'll do anything, just please stop," Christian begged, his words barely a whisper as he fought back tears of pain and humiliation.

But Wesley's aggression showed no signs of abating, his grip tightening on Christian's trembling form as he unleashed a torrent of verbal abuse, each word a dagger to Christian's fragile psyche.

"You're worthless, Christian. A pathetic excuse for a man," Wesley spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he towered over Christian, his presence suffocating and overwhelming.

With each blow, Christian felt a part of himself wither away, his spirit broken and his sense of self-worth shattered by Wesley's relentless onslaught. In that moment, as he lay battered and broken on the floor of his own home, Christian realized with a sinking heart that his desperate quest for love and acceptance had led him down a path of darkness from which he feared he may never escape.
As Christian began to apologize, his words trembling with fear and desperation, Wesley's anger only seemed to intensify. With a furious roar, Wesley slammed Christian onto the bed, the force of the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. Before Christian could react, Wesley's fists rained down upon him with merciless ferocity, each blow sending shockwaves of pain coursing through his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Christian cried out, his pleas drowned out by the sound of his own screams as Wesley's fists continued to rain down upon him, relentless and unyielding.

But Wesley's rage showed no signs of abating, his fury fueling the onslaught of violence that threatened to consume them both. With each punch, Christian felt himself slipping further into the abyss, his world reduced to nothing but pain and despair.

As he lay battered and broken beneath Wesley's relentless assault, Christian's mind raced with thoughts of escape, his spirit battered but not yet broken. With each passing moment, he clung to the faint glimmer of hope that still burned within him, knowing that somewhere, deep down, there was a strength within him waiting to be unleashed—a strength that would one day help him break free from the suffocating grip of Wesley's tyranny.
As Wesley's aggression subsided, he pulled Christian close, his lips meeting Christian's in a kiss filled with a mixture of passion and desperation. "I'm only doing this because I love you," Wesley whispered against Christian's lips, his voice laced with a hint of remorse.

Christian's mind spun with confusion as he kissed Wesley back, his body numb with shock as he struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in their dynamic. As they stepped into the shower together, Christian's senses were overwhelmed by the warm water cascading over their bodies, washing away the traces of blood and pain that still lingered.

But even as Wesley kissed him tenderly, apologizing over and over for his outburst, Christian found himself unable to fully process the events that had transpired. The sight of his own blood mingling with the water as it flowed down the drain served as a chilling reminder of the violence that had just unfolded.

As Wesley's hands roamed over his body, igniting a primal desire within him, Christian felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. Despite the trauma that still lingered in the recesses of his mind, he couldn't deny the intoxicating pull of desire that drew him to Wesley, even in the midst of their darkest moments.

With a sense of resignation, Christian surrendered to the heat of the moment, allowing himself to be consumed by the passion that enveloped them both. In that fleeting moment of intimacy, Christian found a temporary escape from the pain and turmoil that haunted him, his body moving in rhythm with Wesley's as they surrendered to the raw intensity of their desire. But even as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, Christian couldn't shake the nagging feeling that their love was a double-edged sword, capable of both healing and destroying them in equal measure.