Okay, I haven't updated this, but I figured I shouldn't leave you guys on edge. Please don't hate me for this!

Enjoy!

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Alex stood in the center of the party and looked around for Sam. I really hope I don't look like an idiot that's lost, he thought. The search went from three minutes to eleven and Alex started getting frustrated. He decided to go and get some punch when he bumped into someone dressed like Batman. He looked up and mumbled, "Sorry," before having his eyes go wide. "Sam?" The person in the Batman costume before him took a bow.

"The one and only," He said in a gruff Batman voice. It was still better than Christian Bale's Batman voice. Alex stared at the dark knight for a few seconds, then he smiled. "Nice voice," He whispered, hugging the teen dressed as the black clad vigilante.

Just then, someone burst into the room and shouted, "We're going to play Seven Minutes In Heaven in the other room! Come join us if you dare~!" The teen was obviously drunk as he was holding an empty beer bottle and seemed to not have his balance in check.

"What's Seven Minutes In Heaven..?" Asked Alex. Jeez, I need to get out more, he thought to himself.

"We should play," Sam said in his Batman-impression voice as Alex turned to him, confused. Sam hardly ever did something this stupid and risky, granted he did stupid things from time to time.

"But what's it abo-uoa!" Alex had no time to finish his sentence as Sam pulled him along into the room next door, his cape doing a weird type of flutter.

In the room next door, a bunch of people Alex recalled seeing in school were all sitting in a huge circle with a bottle in the middle. He then noticed someone standing next to a closet door that was hung open. The boy had a psychotic smirk on, and it only seemed fitting that he was dressed as none other than the Joker. He was drunk too, perfectly fitting the description.

Alex crammed in between two people in the circle while Sam went to sit almost perfectly across from him.

"OOOOOKAY," Announced a girl dressed up as a fairy. What a cliché. "So how this'll work is we will spin the bottle twice. Whoever gets the top pointing at them for the first spin will go into the closet with a blindfold~ And the second person will then be also chosen by spin and will have to follow in and the two will have to do whatever for 7 minutes. Hopefully something interesting though." The girl seemed to be extremely excited about this game. "Oh," She added, "Whoever gets picked gets picked. And there's no do-overs." She made a wink that seemed too awkward and too much like an actual fairy tale.

Alex tensed up as he realized how this game would go. He had a feeling that he'd be stuck in a closet with Sam for 7 minutes. Then again, they had spent a whole night together before, so there was some familiarity. Hmm, he thought.

The bottle was spun over and over again as the game progressed. Not too much seemed to be happening. Except the one pair that came out in a daze with their hair are messed up. That was definitely one story Alex didn't want to hear about.

About halfway through everyone that had started off in the circle and the bottle landed on him. He immediately got blinded with the blindfold and shoved into the closet which he found out was actually pretty large from what he could feel. He couldn't see any light in the room through the blindfold and wandered all the way to the back of the closet. A few seconds later, he heard the door open and someone else was pushed in with him. The person took the blindfold off of him and Alex gasped. It was Sam. Sam pushed Alex up against the wall and the rest was history.

***

After Seven minutes of things Alex didn't want to think about, he ran home to escape being stuck any longer at that God-forsaken party.

Only when he reached his lawn did he notice a faint flashing red light coming from the corner of his house in the grass. He walked over and realized that it was his phone. He didn't even bother to check what messages he had missed after he picked it up. Once he was in his room, he made sure that his door was closed all the way and turned on the lamp next to his bed and tried to think things over. What had happened in that closet was too much. He didn't understand why Sam would have been that way. It was so unlike him. He wasn't like himself at all during the party.

He finally gathered the courage to check his phone. 12 missed calls from Sam. That's weird. Sam was at the party, wasn't he? Alex thought. He sneaked downstairs and saw that it was nearly two am. His father was gone. The eighteen year old bit his lip in anxiety. He looked down at his phone. Alex sighed and called Sam.

"Hey," he said uneasily when it went to voice mail. "I'm coming over in like thirty minutes. I want to talk about something. Bye, Sam."

***

Alex walked up to Sam's house and paused before knocking on his door. When there was no response, he tried opening it and found it wasn't locked. Walking up to Sam's room, Alex nervously thought about what to say. What could he say when something so out of the ordinary had just happened?

Sam's door creaked open and Alex saw Sam sitting on his bed, facing away from him.

"Well?" Alex started, "Aren't you going to say anything about what just happened?"

"What just happened.. What just happened was that you didn't answer me. At first, I thought it was fine when you didn't respond to my calls but then you just left me there wondering where you were." Sam turned around to Alex with dried tears on his face. His eyes glanced down at what was half in Alex's pocket.

"Why do you have a mask?" Sam asked with a spark of anger.

"You should know this already. You were there! And you just about ruined my whole perspective on you." Alex prepared to defend himself, feeling that things were about to go downhill. How could Sam have the nerve to ask him about his costume when he had been all over it himself not even 2 hours ago.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been here. In my room. All fucking day." Sam said calmly..

"Stop lying to me, Sam. I'm not stupid like everyone else seems to think I am."

"Well you must be if you think I was wherever the Hell you're talking about." Sam glared.

Alex felt like he had just been hit by a cannonball. All the rage he was feeling that was bunched up inside him felt more than ready to explode. "YOU WERE THERE, SAM" Alex couldn't hold back now. "YOU WERE THERE, FORCING ME INTO LETTING YOU ABUSE ME LIKE I WAS SOME SORT OF TOY DOLL FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT."

"I DIDN'T DO SHIT." Sam yelled back. Anger was eating at his eyes and fire was seeping through his heart. "WHY WOULD I EVEN DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT. FROM WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE, YOU WERE OUT AT SOME PARTY MAKING OUT WITH SOME OTHER GUY WHILE I SAT HERE WORRYING ABOUT YOU. I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS EVEN WORRIED WHILE YOU WERE HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE. BUT OH- LOOK AT THAT- I'M THE ONE TO BLAME. I'M DEFINITELY THE ONE THAT ABUSED YOU."

Alex took a step back, a twisted realization hitting him in the face. Sam hadn't been the person in the Batman costume. He couldn't have. It would have been impossible for him to have called without notice. But how did the message come from Sam... It had clearly been from him.. Even their past conversations were there. Alex didn't know what to say. He couldn't form words that made any sense as his brain looped over and over, wondering who it could have been.

"Well?" Sam shouted. "You're quiet now, aren't you?" Alex just stared at Sam, his whole world crashing down around him. If it wasn't Sam, then who the hell could it have been? Jake? Nate? No. No, it couldn't have been Nate. Nae was his best friend. He wouldn't shove Alex up against the wall and do all those things that had happened to him, would he?

Sam rushed over to Alex and gripped his arm tightly. "Well, Alex, aren't you gonna say something? Maybe a 'sorry' for scaring me?" Sam gritted out. Alex bit his lip to keep from crying. Here he was, emotionally scarred after someone had their way with him, and yet his so called 'boyfriend' was yelling at him for something he didn't cause.

Alex felt a tear roll down his face as looked into Sam's cold eyes, which once held love and and passion for him. He then let tears fall down his face freely. Sam just glared right on through, not noticing Alex was emotionally unstable.

"Who even invited you to the party?" Sam said in an unforgiving tone. "You did, or at least whoever had your phone today," Alex replied with a quivering voice. Sam snorted. "Bullshit. No one knows my combo for my phone. The only explanation to this is that you're such a slut you would do anything to get someone in bed with you!" Alex felt something inside of him pull taut and broke. He pulled his arm out of Sam's grip and tried to push him away. He glared at Sam with his vision blurred with tears. "Next time, figure out the whole fucking story before you call someone something they're not! You were supposed to be there for me, not against me!" Alex screamed at Sam, rushing out of the blonde's house before Sam could say something.

The blonde stood there shocked as his boyfriend ran out of the door. He then made a move to run after him. Sam bolted out of his house and onto the street, looking around rapidly for a black haired teen in a Robin costume. All he could see was a Batman looking a bit tipsy and talking to a few people dressed up as the Avengers. Then, the people waved goodbye and left, going their separate ways.

The man in the Batman suit took one look at Sam and sauntered over to him. He took off the Batman cowl and revealed the drunken face of Nate Parker. Sam glared at the teen. Nate leaned forward and smiled his Cheshire smile. "I can see why you like Alex, he's pretty damn good in bed- or in a closet," Nate said, then he hiccuped. Sam's eyes widened.Nate had sent those text messages. Nate had gone to the party and had done those things to Alex. Sam felt his vision go red. He punched Nate in the face, making his nose bleed.

Sam glared at Nate for a good few seconds as he tried to figure out what had happened and then he left for Alex's house.

***

Alex felt tears falling down his cheeks as he held onto the razor in his hand tightly. He brought it up to his other hand and cut, letting the fierce pain overwhelm him. He did the same to the other one, watching as the blood fell from his arm. Black began at the edge of his vision and spreading like ants.

The jet haired lad dropped the razor and slouched to the ground, his head hitting the bath rug, narrowly missing the bath tub. He mumbled one last word as his vision faded to black.

"Forgive me, Sam."

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Okay, you don't know how much I cried while writing this with my friend. 8-8 Imma try to make it up to you by trying to make another chapter by the end of the month. =-= Again, sorry for making you feel sad or emotionally scarred.

~Dani