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Wonky title ik but I have to keep my theme ig

Wills POV
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I lay on the floor. I try to ignore my throbbing fist and the holes in the wall. I want to hate him. I really do. But I know that if he came home right now I would hold him. And I would kiss him. I wouldn't even be mad. Gods I am so weak. I need to get out of this house. This house so infused with  Nico. His ratty black converse by the door, the pot of burnt food I tried to make for him. His plate in the sink. I unlock the door and run up the stairs to Kayla's house. I burst in the house not even thinking to knock. She's on the couch, popcorn and ice cream next to her. A show is playing in the back ground but she's on her phone. She drops her phone and a small shriek comes from her mouth.

"William-"

"Please don't call me that." I murmur, the pain I felt when Nico used my full name fresh in my mind.

"-Will. What happened?" I shake my head.

"Can you spare some ice cream?" She nods I grab a spoon and sit on the couch arm.

"What happened?"

"Nico broke up with me." The words are hollow. He didn't break up with me. He shattered me.

"He said he was scared. He needed to keep me safe. So he left."

"He's an idiot."

"He wants me to be safe."

"That's not gonna keep you safe. Your in even more danger now."

She shakes her head.
"How do you feel?"

"Like shit."

"Emotionally."

"Worried, hurt, scared, broken, angry, understanding."

"Why?"

"Worried because I dong know where he is. What if he's been kidnapped again?"

"K"

"Hurt, duh. Scared, for him and for me."

"I get that."

"Broken, duh. Angry, duh. Understanding, he though it was helping me. He wanted to keep me safe." Kayla glares at me.

"Your so nice."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes."

My phone starts to ring. It's meg.

"Hey-"

"Areyouawarethatyourboyfriendjusthadapanicattackoutsidethecoffeeshop?!"

"What?" I ask.

"I found Nico having a panic attack outside central perk. And he told me he wanted to go to Percy's. I'm not sure who that is but I took him there."

"Well. We're having... issues right now. Was he ok when you left him?"

"I think so. Do you have work tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure."

She makes a humming noise and hangs up. I lay down on the couch my head in Kayla's lap. My little sister runs her hands through my hair like Nico used too. I few tears slip down my cheeks.

Nicos POV
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Trying to fall asleep without wills arms around me is pretty much impossible. So I lie there. With tears streaming down my face.

I hear a low murmur from the room next to me. "Percy, you can't expect him to just go crawling back to him."

"I would crawl back to you on my hands and knees. Anyone can tell he loves him as much as I love you. You saw the way he brightened when he saw Will. When they were in the grass he didn't even notice us. It was like the entire world fell away and it was just them."

"I know, but still." They stop talking.

I slip out of bed. Percy's clothes are much to big. It's like being in Wills clothes. I lay back down, sobbing. I thought I knew what it was like to feel broken. When Bianca died I thought it killed me. Then Percy rejected me. But this is worse. This is so so so much worse. Because now, no I know that I could go home. But maybe I can't. And that's what scares me.

Being very quick and quite I sneak through the house. I grab my clothes from the drier and go back to my room. I put my clothes on, make my bed, and sneak out of the house. I walk around the streets of New York. I don't care what happens to me.

After about 3 hours of walking I see a group of thugs come down the street. One of them points to me and suddenly I'm surrounded. "Why hello old boys," I say in a British accent. "Nice night for a stroll isn't it?"
"Oh lookie here. Is that a pride flag?" One asks.
I glance down at my pin mentally cursing myself. "No, I'm a perfectly straight man. Wearing skinny jeans and a rainbow pin." They stand there in shock. I smile at them. "So are you gonna beat me? Toss me in a ditch? Kill me? Dyeing sounds pretty good right now."
"Yeah boys. We don't need no more fags dirtying up our streets." A particular big and ugly one, grabs my arms, holding them behind my back. Three of the other four start punching me. The fifth however pulls a switch blade. "Remember what joe said. Bring them in alive."

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************read with caution************

Alive, with all of my limbs working, but still seriously injured. I wake up in a basement. My head is pounding. Faggot is carved into my forearm. I'm a bloody mess. The door opens. "Oh well well well, the thing decided to wake." A man about 50 says. He has greying hair, cold black eyes, and a pot belly, covered by a silk purple shirt. In his hands he has a small baggy. I raise an eyebrow.
"This here you disgusting creature, are drugs worth more than you. Or - since your worth nothing - thousands of dollars. I'm not a messy man and I prefer not to kill in a way that could be traced back to me. Which is where these come in." He shakes the bag.
When I'm finished doing the drugs the bring in a girl. She has green eyes, and dyed blonde hair. She's wearing a silver crop top, a thong and a pair of 7 inch heels. She leans down - she would tower above me even without the heels- grabs my hair and forces me into a kiss it makes me want to puke. She takes my hand and forces me to touch her. All of the men leave the room and she strips me, tying me to the rings on the floor.

                                    ~*~

I thought I was done waking up in ditches.
This time however I don't call anyone, I just get up and start to walk. I'm not sure how long I walk but I pass out a few times. My jacket doesn't help me stay warm at all when it starts to snow. A amber alert goes through my phone. "Nico di Angelo W/M 19 yo black shirt." I read out loud. I laugh and shake my head, shoving my phone back into my pocket. I don't even bother unlocking it. Headlights flare up suddenly. The person stops. "What the hell are you doing out here?" An old man asks.
"I'm... I'm not sure."
"Do you need a ride?"
"Please." He nods at me and I climb into the truck. "Thank you." I say.
"Where you heading?"
"New York city, um, do you know where the university is?"

                                 ~*~

When I get to uni I have no idea what to do. In the end I go to the cops.