Ares Jace Vaylow
-------|| Pansexual || Nineteen ||-------
Ares was a wreck. He could hardly look over his shoulder without cringing, and it didn't take much for him to cry. His parents beat him around a lot, it wasn't until recently that he finally got the nerve to move out and with his boyfriend. Thanks to Ares wonderful acting, his love didn't know much about the abuse he dealt with. Now, they were living together in a cozy apartment. Everything should be okay, Ares should be able to live a happy life now.
Except he can't. His sleep is full of nightmares and he can barely keep from hurting himself as he had done before. What's worse is his boyfriend's temper isn't exactly the longest, all Ares could think of was the time it ran out and he would get hurt again.
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Ares forced a breath, carefully unloading the dishwasher. The plates made a clink each time they hit each other, it startled the scrawny male every time. He sighed when he finished, gripping the edge of the counter tightly as he closed his eyes. It was late, he was tired, and his scars were pulsing with newborn pain.
