Hey guys! Here's a little something to keep you going until I update. Had this done for a while now, so decided to post it. Just fyi, it's kinda angsty but gets better, and if you read the description you can probably tell what it's about. Based off the song "Broke" by Hannah Grace. Enjoy my lovely tossers! :3 (Will is my OC btw)

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Ty was slammed against the wall, his head rebounding off it as he dropped to the floor. He whimpered and looked up. "Please, Will, you're drunk-" A loud smack echoed across as Ty cried out in pain, his hand holding his cheek.

His angry boyfriend of 18 months loomed over, empty Jack Daniels bottle in one hand, the other clenched tightly in a fist at his side, swaying slightly as his glared down in a drunken haze at his 'love'.

"SHUT UP YOU FILTHY BITCH!!"

Smack.

"P-please.."

Smack.

"WHAT PART OF SHUT UP DON'T YOU GET?!"

Smack.

Ty just lay there and took it, eyes moist, but totally empty of tears. Too many tears were gone. He was worthless, his own boyfriend even said it, so why shouldn't he deserve this?

Smack.

"Now. Get your ass in there and get to work!!" Will screamed, pointing wildly towards the living room. Ty scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his legs from the blows, and scurried over to the room, grabbing the Hoover while he was going.

He turned to begin the work, flinching as the door slammed behind him. He stared up the Hoover, quietly sobbing to himself, hating his life and how much of a terrible excuse of a person he was.

An hour later, he had finished hoovering the living room, polishing all the surfaces until they gleamed, and steamed the curtains, when he heard the phone ring in the kitchen. He walked in just as he saw Will pick it up.

"What do ya want?" he grunted. "Adam? Hey man. Yeah. Yeah, he's here too. No not right now." He glared at Ty, making him cringe and bow his head slightly. "No way! Course! Yep. Sounds good, ok. Nope see ya soon. Bye!"

He slammed the phone down and marched over to Ty, grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him to the stairs. There he stopped, and crashed his lips into Ty's in a forceful and one sided kiss.

He pushed him away then started dragging him upstairs. "W-what are y-you doing will?" Ty stammered as he stumbled up the steps. Will growled, his grip tightening possessively on Ty. For being drunk, he was still incredibly strong.

"Adam's coming over in a couple hours, and I want to have some fun before he does, so hurry up you slut!" Ty's eyes widened, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. "N-no, Will, please! I-I'm still s-sore from l-last-"

He was cut of by Will back handing him as they reached the top of the stairs. Will shoved him into the bedroom and he fell onto the bed.

"Listen here Ty," he hissed, climbing on top of him, holding his wrists down above his head, "You are mine, and you do what I say, when I say, understand?" Ty nodded, sharply, shaking slightly with fear as Will ripped off his clothing.

This was not the first time Will raped him like this, but he was his boyfriend, so it couldn't be classed as that right?

He lay there staring to the side blankly as Will had his way with him. The pain was immense, but if he reacted, he would just get another beating.

Once Will had finished the deed, he pulled out roughly, causing Ty to wince slightly, and tossed his clothes back on. He turned to leave, and gestured the the clothes on the floor as he went.

"Get dressed and then get back downstairs for our guests. There's crisps and dips in the cupboard so make some snacks for us." he mumbled emotionlessly.

Just as he was about the leave, he added, "And try and look decent for once. God, you're an ugly piece of shit, it's a wonder I can stand to look at you!"

Ty lay there in tears, watching him leave, before crawling off the bed, picking up his clothes and gingerly slipping them on, careful to avoid touching his the bruises in his torso, or his still throbbing ass.

He made his way to the bathroom to fix his hair and cover up any visible marks. Will would be angry if anyone saw them, and he didn't want to be reminded of how broken he was.

Because that was all he was. Broken.

He ran a comb through his hair and checked for any bruises on his face, relieved to see none. Last time Adam came round he had a massive black eyes, which he had to cover up with concealer, an act that made him both humiliated and ashamed.

Ty sighed and leaned against the sink counter, head down, tears falling into the basin as he cried silently. He remembered how it used to be, back at the beginning of their relationship. Will never laid a finger on him, unless it was to caress him or hold him lovingly.

It was only until about 9 months in did it all changed. He stared coming home drunk, or staying out at bars all night drinking. Ty was pretty certain he would cheat as well, as the fresh hickeys would suggest many amorous nights out.

But no matter what he stayed. It was around the same time that he raped Ty for the first time. This brought Ty to tears, as he had been a virgin up until that point, telling Will that he was waiting for marriage.

Now, forced sex was a chore for Will, something that proved that Ty was his and only his, his possession, his little toy.

And Ty took it all, because no matter how much Will hurt him, no matter how many affairs he had Ty loved him, or thought he did, as no one else would have such a pathetic slut like him as Will said.

He was an ugly, pathetic mess, no man would ever want. That's why he stayed.

He plodded downstairs just as the doorbell went. "I-I'll get it!" he called weakly, knowing he would have to any way. He lifted the catch and slowly swung open the door. Adam grinned down at him from behind his shades.

"Hey Ty! Great to see you!" he chirped, grinning ear to ear. Ty blushed slightly and nodded, giving Adam a small smile. "H-hey Adam." he muttered, and gestured for him to come in, turning and limping to the living room to his awaiting boyfriend.

Adam frowned in the doorway slightly as Ty left. He was worried about Ty, he hadn't been the same for months, always looking sad and wilted somehow. He couldn't remember the last time he saw a genuine smile on the boy's face.

He had noticed the slight stiffness in his gait and he always seemed tired or fatigued. There was a pang in his heart when he thought of this. He had been wishing to be with Ty for three years, ever since he came out, he knew Ty was the one.

At first he didn't want to ruin their friendship, as he felt certain he wouldn't feel the same way, but when Ty and Will got together, he couldn't help but feel that he missed out on something. But he couldn't think of that now.

Will and Ty had been together for a year and a half now, so were obviously going great, and he would hate to destroy that for his own selfish wants. He followed Ty into the living room, to be greeted by the strong smell of whiskey.

He gagged slightly and turned to Will, who was slouched on the couch, Ty standing timidly at his side. Will looked up and smiled when he saw Adam, giggling slightly in his drunken haze.

"Heeeeey Adam!" he cried and waved at him. Adam gave him a polite smile, the smell still affecting him. How could Ty stand it he wondered. "Hey Will! How's it going?" he asked, sitting down in an empty recliner.

Instead of answering, Will stared at Ty, who nervously bit his lip. "Well Ty? We have a guest, I think it's only fair that you get us some drinks?" he said sternly. Ty paled slightly, before remembering Adam was there and remaining composure.

"S-sorry. I'll go get some." He quickly crept out of the room to the kitchen, and Adam could hear the clanging off glass and the sound of a liquid being poured. Will chuckled. "Gotta teach em how to be domestic or they never learn."

Adam sat there slightly taken aback with the way Will was talking about Ty in such a demeaning way. Now pissed, he creased his brow. "Will, I don't think you should talk about him in that way. He is your boyfriend after all."

Will just laughed again, his head lolling to the side a bit as he did so. "Exactly." he said simply, as Ty walked back in. He placed a tray of beers and snacks on the coffee table, before scrambling back over to Will.

He pulled him onto his lap roughly and held him there, taking a sip of his beer. Adam copied and they sat there in silence for a minute. Will placed his bottle down with a grimace.

"Ty. This beer is warm." he growled, his grip on Ty tightening. Ty's eyes went wide and he gulped, now white as a sheet. "I-I'm sorry Will, there w-were no more cold ones l-left in the fridge."

Will was processing this as Ty sat there, still wide eyed, and it looked like he was trembling. Adam was confused. Why was Ty seemingly so scared? And why was Will acting like this?

Adam had never seen these two like this before. Sure warm beer tasted like piss, but it was hardly Ty's fault it wasn't in the fridge, and it wasn't really a big deal anyway.

Will abruptly stood up, Ty almost falling. He grabbed him by the wrist and said in a monotone voice "I think we need to have a little talk, don't we Ty, on how to behave around guests."

Ty gulped and lowered his head, scared for what was to come, and embarrassed because now Adam would see how much of a fuck up he was.

Will slapped him around the face, and something inside Adam shattered. How could anyone hurt such a precious human being?!

He shot up and lunged at Will, tackling him to the ground with a thud.

He punched him square in the face, crushing his nose. Will let out a cry as blood poured from his nose. Adam hissed in rage as he brought his fist down again. "How dare you lay a finger on Ty! You cruel bastard!"

He rolled off him and pinned him to the floor by his throat. Will smirked evilly at him. "What? He's my slut, I can do what I want with him." Adam snarled and punched him in the gut.

"Ty is not a slut, and never will be so don't call him that!" Will groaned at the punch, but managed a chuckle. "Oh? Well he wasn't complaining when I split his ass in two an hour ago!"

At that point Adam lost it. With one final punch, he knocked Will out cold. He stood up and brushed himself off, turning to see Ty curled in the corner looking terrified.

Ty had been watching the whole thing, and as soon as the fight started had crawled away to hide, scared of what was taking place. He was mortified when he heard Will talk about them having sex, and even more so when Adam was defending him.

Wasn't he aware of how messed up he was, and why was he suddenly so protective over him? Adam crouched down next to Ty and touched his shoulder.

Ty jumped violently, and shot his head up, looking panicked. Adam gazed at him earnestly, rubbing his arm to comfort on sooth him. He wrapped his arms around the shaking boy and hugged him, cradling his head softly like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Ty let out a choked sob, and Adam tilted his head up so he looked him in the eyes. "It's ok Ty, I'm here now. I won't let anything hurt you, especially not him, got it?" he whispered softly.

Ty just nodded, still lost in Adams eyes, grateful and overwhelmingly emotional. Adam wiped away a tear that rolled down Ty's face and smiled at him gently. "I'm here." he promised, and Ty smiled back, making Adams heart flutter to finally see that genuine smile he loved.

Adam stood up and helped up Ty. He wrapped an arm around his waist when suddenly Ty let out a yelp of pain. He froze and, supporting him by the shoulders with one hand, lifted Ty's shirt.

Ty whimpered as they both looked at the hideous purple bruise covering his stomach. Adam gasped and Ty closed his eyes in a mix of pain, humiliation and sorrow.

Adam led Ty towards the stairs, gently helping him up the stairs to the bedroom, where he laid him down on the bed carefully. "Oh Ty..." he whispered, stroking the boys hair, pushing it out the way of his eyes.

Ty sighed and looked away from Adam. "You hate me now don't you..." he whimpered, his heart broken and heavy in his chest. Adam felt his own heart break at these words. "Ty, why on earth would you think I'd hate you?"

Ty turned back to Adam, now propped up in a sitting position on the bed. "Because I'm broken. I'm stupid, I fuck everything up, I'm not even good looking! I'm ruined Adam, why can't you see that?"

Ty was both sad and scared now. Scared of Will, scared of Adams reaction, of what he would think of him.

Adam just sat down next to him on the bed, hand cupping his cheek. "Ty." he began sternly, "Look at me." Ty reluctantly shifted his gaze to him. Adams expression softened.

"Ty, don't you ever think that you are like that. You're beautiful, you're sweet and caring and take great pride in everything you do. You think you're broken but I can fix you, piece by piece, until the old Ty is back. The sassy, bubbly, attractive man I fell in love with."

Adam slapped a hand over his mouth when he realised he said that, gasping. Ty looked at him wide eyed. He loved him. Adam loved him. Ty reached out and took his hand away from his mouth, holding it in his own.

"Do you really mean that Adam? Do you really love me, the soiled, messed up whore?" Adam shook his head at that.

"No Ty. I love you. Not all those things you called yourself, you. I should have confessed a while ago, but I didn't want to hurt you and Will. Now that I can see that he hurts you even worse than anyone could, I know how wrong I was to do so. I'm sorry Ty, I'm sorry I couldn't help you with this sooner."

Adam hung his head, chastising himself for not noticing the abuse sooner. Now it was Ty's turn to shake his head. "No Adam. Don't blame yourself for this at all! It's not your fault Will hit me or raped me, not at all!"

Adam turned his head sharply to face Ty, tears pouring down his face. "He raped you?" he whispered, voice laced with unimaginable guilt and sorrow. Ty opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again and closed his eyes, nodding.

Adam let out a sob, the thought of someone doing that to the one he loved consuming him in agony.

Ty reached out a hand and brushed it against his arm to get his attention. He smiled weakly at him. "Not your fault. It's no ones fault really apart from his." he murmured, slowly accepting what Adam was saying to be true.

He wasn't a fuck up, that's just what Will had said. No one else called him that, so why should he believe it. Adam smiled a watery smile. He looked into Ty's eyes before blurting out "Move in with me." Ty raised an eyebrow.

Adam ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "You can't stay here Ty. It's too dangerous. First thing tomorrow I'm calling the police but for now you need to rest."

Ty could only weakly nod as he processed all this Adam took his hand and ran his thumb over the knuckles in a reassuring manner. Ty looked at him and Adam smiled.

"I really do love you Ty. I want to be able to show you how much I do. Not by money, not by sex, not by anything other than being there for you. I hope that's enough."

Ty's eyes were watering as he leaned in, surprising Adam with a chaste kiss. He smiled at him, another genuine grin, a sparkle in his eye once again.

"Oh Adam. That's more than enough to fix me."

Hope this is good. Take the message seriously guys. You're all wonderful. Luvs yas bubs! Laika out.