TRIGGER WARNING:
This chapter includes detailed moments of rape that may make you uncomfortable.

Chapter 22
Andrew

Andrew was never a guy of words, instead it was his facial expression's that told his story, his body language and the little things he'd do, such as bite his fingernails whenever a group of guys came around, the way his eyes would dilate just a bit whenever someone asked him if he had a girlfriend.
His life wasn't easy,
And for the most part, his teen years without that "young love" most teenagers experience.
With his loneliness, he'd fill the void with drugs, and exchange of money,
his body, every part of his body.

"So what are you gonna do?" Matteo, a guy he was hooking up with, and this time wasn't in exchange for anything, simply just for the lust, asked Andrew, pushing him against a wall hard and both the boys' breathing was deep and heavy.
"What can I make you do?" Responds Andrew. his words filled with pride as he bites his bottom lip.
Matteo's lips lock Andrews in seconds of being pinned against a wall, brushing up and down, and then down onto Andrews neck. Their breathing becomes more rapid as each kiss becomes more deep, and the skin on Andrews neck being sucked by Matteo was an epiphany like no other, Andrew knew that Matteo wanted more, he could see the yearning of it from his strained neck muscles.
Matteo's lips separate from his neck and he moved back up to his lips, their tongues brushing against each other and their lips stuck together like magnets,
"Let's take this to the bed." Matteo says as he picks Andrew up from underneath his arms and sets him delicately on the bed.
Andrew said nothing, he didn't even have a choice.
Matteo kissed and brushed all around his neck until he started to move to the stomach and came to a pivotal stop.
"Turn around." He demands Andrew.
Andrews eyes dilate and his face becomes white. He knew this was coming, he didn't know how to say no, instead he said nothing and let his facial expressions take place of his words.
Matteo instantly reads the hesitation on his face, and glides his hand up Andrews bare chest, to his chin and then he starts kissing his neck more and more until he flips Andrew on his stomach before there could be any fighting.
"Wait, stop." Andrews words cut the tension so fast it may have been the least expected thing for Matteo to hear, the word "stop"
He didn't stop.
He holds Andrews head down while he unzips his jeans, and before starting he thinks to himself, a brief thought of the word no crossed his mind.
However, we all know sexual wants takes significance over morals.
Andrew squints his eyes in pain as he moves slightly up and down the bed, no thoughts cross his mind, all he wants to do is cry, maybe he should've said no, he thought though, in his eyes, he did. But not everyone can read expressions as well as Andrew.
When Matteo got what he desired he saw Andrew facing down on his back, shivering.
It made him even more mad.
He glides his face to Andrews, so close that he could hear the almost inaudible shakes of breath Andrew was trying so hard to hide.
"Stay here." Matteo tells Andrew, and he walks out the room towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Andrew hoped that Matteo would be gone forever, and that's when he stops holding his breath, and everything he has been holding in comes out, his tears and his heavy breathing. He says in the same position he was put, scared.
After what seemed like 20 minutes, Matteo finally comes back into the room.
"Don't tell anyone." Matteo says as he sits on the bed, stroking Andrews shivering back, he leans to Andrews ear,
"Was that so hard?"
Andrew thought, it wasn't hard, it wasn't hard at all, what was hard is that he had something taken away from him for the first time. Andrew never consented, it was hard to say no and even easier to say yes, but Andrew said nothing. Maybe if he did, nothing would happen?
It made Andrew mad thinking about it more. Andrew had never felt less in control then he did right now, and he never had that desire of dominance, instead it was something that nobody could control, it was something so scarce it glowed whenever you saw it. A want to just love. A want to hold hands. A want that colors no one else could see, but they could. And words, words no one understood but them.
Andrew gets off his stomach and sits up and stares at Matteo with eyes that could kill a siren, a siren so loud that only this look could kill.
That's how much eyes can say, even in the most loudest places.
"What is wrong with you!" Andrew screams as he stands up. Matteo stands up, blocking the door.
"I'm leaving!"
"No you aren't." Matteo responds while grabbing Andrews shoulders and pinning him to a wall,
"You better not say a word bitch." Matteo yells in his face. The looks of fear washed over Andrews face now once he realizes the dominance Matteo has over him.
He fights back, but it leads to him being shoved over to the bed now.
"You tell anyone, I'll kill you. I'll kill your family and everyone you love."
Andrew lifts his head up to face Matteo, who's hands are squeezing his shoulders.
A force that only takes the threat of a loved one pushes over Matteo, and Andrew falls to the floor,
"Let me out!" He screams.
He shouts again, "You bastard let me leave!"
Matteo shuts the door and locks it from the outside, leaving Andrew I'm the room by himself, crying, shaking, and screaming.
Andrew bangs on the door,
"Now!."
He stands against the wall quiet.
When Matteo enters the door, Andrew comes from the side and punched him in his face. The first time Andrew has ever punched someone and he wasn't sure how well he did it, but he's pretty sure he did it well enough to leave a bloody mark on Matteo's nose.
Andrews face spins to the left, so hard it felt like it could've fallen off with another punch.
"You're outta here." Matteo grabs a shirt and pulls it over Andrew while dragging him down the stairs.
Andrew cry's and try's to yell but can't, physically he cannot yell.
Matteo pushes Andrew off the front porch, onto the grass, and slams the door closed, leaving Andrew once again, on the stomach.
The cold air cuts Andrews breath, and everything starts to seem blurry and black and white,
Andrew stood up and could feel his stomach empty, his throat tightening, he bends over and coughs up blood and whatever he has eaten, he spits and coughs until his stomach feels completely empty and vast.
There was no way to get home, no car, no phone.
But he walks down the street until he finds the nearest telephone booth, and when he does, that's when I get the sickening call from him.

"Andrew, what's wrong? It's like one in the morning." I say, my voice scratchy and tired.
"Nothing, I'll explain it later, but pick me up please." He continues with the street he's one, and I can hear the shakiness in his breath which means something bad happened.
Without any hesitation and I grab my keys and drive to where he told me he was.

"Andrew!" I say as I arrive near the telephone booth he called me at, he's shivering and his eyes are red and puffy from crying, I'm assuming.
He gets in the car and I start backing up and going the other way. When I turn to look at him, the purity in his eyes had been dulled, and his face seemed skinnier.
"I was raped." Andrew admits through shaky breaths.