Thread: RP: Aphasia (Horror_Show & Grizzy_Mangly)

Fuckin' A...! Grayson mumbled under his breath as he threw his phone down onto the passenger seat. The passenger seat which he painfully noted would remain forever empty or at lest that's how he felt. He couldn't believe that his world was really collapsing around his ears, and that was truly what was happening. He had been dating Dustin for a year or so now, and was planning on settling down with him. The pair seemed absolutely perfect together, and Grayson looked upon Dustin like a savior. Before Dustin Grayson had only really dated one man Jon Hernandez. Jon was Grayson's best friend in high school, was the person who made him realize his sexuality, and was the most toxic person in his life for years. Jon was flamboyant and sexy and confident and unwilling to deal with any issues he had straight on. Jon was abandoned by his father when he was young, his mother hated him for his blatant homosexuality, and his more dominant younger brother would harass and abuse him for... well, whatever reason his brother had at the time. Jon escaped his problem like many teenagers did drugs and sex. Jon was a major party boy, and when Grayson confessed his feelings to him, he took Grayson along with him. Grayson also had his own issues, being picked on from a young age for his intellect and then being targeted for his sexual preference he had major self loathing issues. So, when Jon exposed him to the realm of escapism and euphoria that was the drug culture, Grayson dove in head first and developed a serious addiction to ecstasy that took him years to overcome. The worst part, though, was the on-again-off-again status of the pair's relationship. Grayson, being so self-loathing, was adamantly faithful, while Jon, being the sex-magnet he was, couldn't confine himself to one man. Jon had broken Grayson's heart and clouded his mind however, Grayson was able to piece his heart back together and mostly clear his mind. A major help in doing so was Dustin, whom he had befriended early on in college, and who made Grayson hopeful for love again. That is why his heart was pulverized when he came home last night to find Jon, who had come by their home to try and win over Grayson again, writhing on top of Dustin grunting and groaning like a beast. That was it. Grayson was just done, he no longer cared about love, no longer cared about his future, no longer cared about himself. So when the entwined men tried to explain themselves Grayson remained deaf he only gathered a few belongings in silence, and lit a book of matches he kept in the kitchen junk drawer, throwing the fire onto the hallway rug as he walked out the door, slamming it loudly and firmly behind him. Warm tears were streaming down his face as he reminisced, wishing he had someone to talk to, cursing his sister for not answering her phone. As his 2006 Pontiac GTO rolled passed the homes of his childhood, which he remembered even more darkly this evening, he could barely make out the figure of his sister standing on the porch through his tears. He parked at the end of the driveway and swallowed down his pain as best he could. He took a few deep breaths and some moments before he wiped the tears from his eyes and opened the door, slipping out somberly. I thought you were always on your phone, he said stoically, shutting the door a little too loudly behind him.