Matt: He smiled. "You're so amazing." He picked the small boy up in his arms and carried him up to his room. He laid down on his bed and smiled as Trent laid on top of him. He gave him a kiss and gently ran his hands down Trent's bare back, up to where the bandages were. Trent: He shuddered and giggled. "I love you," he murmured. Matt: "I love you too." He smiled. "God, I love you and I'm so glad I can say it." Trent: "I think I know why mommy said no closed doors. And now I don't like that rule." He laughed. Matt: "Let's just hope she doesn't come in. But I mean, who cares if she does?" Trent: He giggled. "Okay." He pressed his lips against Matt's again. "You said you love me." Matt: "And you said you love me." Trent: "Thank you." Matt: "you're welcome." His lips trailed down to Trent's small neck. He started to kiss and nibble on the soft spot on his neck. Trent: He wrapped his arms around Matt's shoulders and moaned quietly and happily. "I don't want my mom to come in here if you're kissing me. She's not even my real mom yet, I don't want to get kicked out," he said quietly. Matt: "Sorry." He pulled away. "Trent, you should put your shirt back on." Trent: "Why?" Matt: "I...I accidentally gave you a hickey. Sorry." Trent: "It's okay. It's not like people haven't put marks on me before." He sighed. "But you did it because you love me. R-right?" Matt: "Of course. Why?" Trent: "Well, I've been whipped, beaten, and even branded..." He lifted up his long, shaggy hair on the back of his neck and revealed a marking singed into his skin. "They said it was so they can find me, no matter how I've changed." He started shaking. Matt: "oh sweetheart, no." He hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. "It's okay." Trent: "I don't want them to find me," he whimpered. "I don't want to go back to that place." Matt: "You won't. I'll protect you." He leaned around and kissed the burn mark. It was in the shape of a V, but made out of bones.
Trent: He winced when Matt kissed the back of his neck.
Matt: "Did it hurt?"
Trent: "N-no, they did it probably somewhere in the first month I was with them, while I still tried to escape every day. But then I gave in, I let them do things to me."
Matt: "Like what?"
Trent: "I've smoked, I've drank, I've broken my own bones, I-I've-well, let's just say you're definitely not my first kiss," he blushed heavily, "I barely ever got to wear a full set of clean clothes, and the majority of the time I was chained to the wall, unless the gang wanted to do something to me. And they knew I was gay, which made it 1000 times worse..."
Matt: He hugged Trent tightly, tears squeezing out of his closed eyes. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry."
Trent: "I've been whipped, beaten, bruised, broken. You wonder why I have no confidence? I've had things like 'you're just a pet', 'you deserve this', 'you're worthless', and worse drilled into my brain, and I still believe it. I can still feel the shackles around my arms."
Matt: He hugged him even tighter. "Trent..."
Trent: "I've never told anyone any of this before."
Matt: He sat up and held Trent in his lap. "You need to tell people. You need to testify against these people."
Trent: "They'll kill me if I do. I have proof, they already shot me." He fought back tears. "I'm glad I could finally tell someone."
Matt: "What if I testified for you?"
Trent: "Wh-what? Then they'll kill you."
Matt: "It's better than them killing you."
Trent: "Don't."
Matt: "at least let me tell Chelsea."
Trent: He continued to fight back tears. "Alright. You can tell her."
Matt: "I love you, Trent. I want you to be okay."
Trent: "I love you too, Matt." He hugged him.
