Breakdown of Change
T.K.'s not over what Lukis did to him, but he can be in the same room with the man.. For a short while. He tries to avoid it as much as he can, with Abby, Tommy and Sarrah Jade's help, he's able to most of the time. But there's just some moments when he can't escape the man.
Lukis had promised to leave him alone. He swore to Abby that he'd never fuck with him again. The thing is.. Lukis doesn't keep his promises. When it comes to T.K., that's something that'll never change. He has to hurt him, it's just too much fun.
They were at T.K.'s house when Lukis had him alone again. They were in the kitchen, both were on opposite ends and not acknowledging the other. At least T.K. was.
"You've changed a lot, Tracey, you know that?" T.K.'s movement in the sink stilled at his voice for a moment, then continued without sparing a glance. Lukis chuckled at that, but kept his distance. "The Tracey I met so long, long ago," He said in a mocking tone. "Was a homophobic, gay basher that would punch any gay man for even looking at him."
T.K. swallowed thickly, but kept quiet. He tensed visibly when Lukis started to walk towards him.
"I mean, you were so set in being like that." He dried his hands with a towel, finally looking at T.K. "The only time you had gay experiences was when your friends were making fun of you," He chuckled. "Or if you were drunk." T.K.'s jaw set in anger when Lukis stopped right next to him.
"Please back up." He gritted out.
Lukis just ignored him. He even tauntingly put an arm on his shoulder, leaning into him. "And now?" T.K.'s jaw set again, but this time in fear. "You're blowin' dude's left and right. Pro'lly taking it up the ass every night too, huh?" He looked at him. "Either from Tommy Boy or my sister." He let out a bark of laughter. "I still can't believe you let her do that to you. I love her and all, but that's just cruel." He moved off T.K. and turned around, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "Takes a man's pride away."
"A.." T.K. glared when his voice cracked and he had to clear his throat. "Abby likes doing it and I love her. She can do what she wants to me." Lukis looked at him.
"Really, Tracey? You're going with that?" T.K. glanced at him, regretted it and looked into the sink; finally stilling his hands. "Big bad 'I hate fags' Tracey Kim Holland says he'll take it up the ass because his wife likes him to?" He chuckled. "We all know you do it because you like it." He leaned towards his face, smirking when T.K. cowered away slightly. "Your worst nightmare, right?"
He grabbed T.K.'s chin and turned his head towards him; laughing when T.K. still wouldn't look at him. "You never wanted to be like your father," T.K. started shaking. "And yet you turned into a bigger fag than him." He pushed T.K.'s face away and shrugged. "It was probably bound to happen though. You surrounded yourself with fags. You spent everyday with them, you were gunna change into one eventually."
Lukis got close again and grabbed T.K.'s crotch. T.K. grunted in pain and discomfort. "This limp dick is the next thing to change, right?." He brought his mouth to T.K.'s ear and squeezed him harder. "Followin' Father Faggy's footsteps? You gotta get a pussy now." He smirked again when he heard T.K. sniffle. He let go of him and patted his back hard. "It's okay though. You got people who love you." He looked at him. "But I don't see how you can when you've become what you have." He sighed, walking to the door of the kitchen. "Faggot." He said before he left.
T.K. swallowed the lump in his throat and gripped the counter. He saw his reflection in the mirror above the sink, so he punched it, shattering it. He hung his head as he pulled his shaking, bleeding hand away. "F-Fuck.." He covered his eyes when tears started to fall.
Lukis smiled so very smugly at the sound of T.K. crying.
Lukis had promised to leave him alone. He swore to Abby that he'd never fuck with him again. The thing is.. Lukis doesn't keep his promises. When it comes to T.K., that's something that'll never change. He has to hurt him, it's just too much fun.
They were at T.K.'s house when Lukis had him alone again. They were in the kitchen, both were on opposite ends and not acknowledging the other. At least T.K. was.
"You've changed a lot, Tracey, you know that?" T.K.'s movement in the sink stilled at his voice for a moment, then continued without sparing a glance. Lukis chuckled at that, but kept his distance. "The Tracey I met so long, long ago," He said in a mocking tone. "Was a homophobic, gay basher that would punch any gay man for even looking at him."
T.K. swallowed thickly, but kept quiet. He tensed visibly when Lukis started to walk towards him.
"I mean, you were so set in being like that." He dried his hands with a towel, finally looking at T.K. "The only time you had gay experiences was when your friends were making fun of you," He chuckled. "Or if you were drunk." T.K.'s jaw set in anger when Lukis stopped right next to him.
"Please back up." He gritted out.
Lukis just ignored him. He even tauntingly put an arm on his shoulder, leaning into him. "And now?" T.K.'s jaw set again, but this time in fear. "You're blowin' dude's left and right. Pro'lly taking it up the ass every night too, huh?" He looked at him. "Either from Tommy Boy or my sister." He let out a bark of laughter. "I still can't believe you let her do that to you. I love her and all, but that's just cruel." He moved off T.K. and turned around, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "Takes a man's pride away."
"A.." T.K. glared when his voice cracked and he had to clear his throat. "Abby likes doing it and I love her. She can do what she wants to me." Lukis looked at him.
"Really, Tracey? You're going with that?" T.K. glanced at him, regretted it and looked into the sink; finally stilling his hands. "Big bad 'I hate fags' Tracey Kim Holland says he'll take it up the ass because his wife likes him to?" He chuckled. "We all know you do it because you like it." He leaned towards his face, smirking when T.K. cowered away slightly. "Your worst nightmare, right?"
He grabbed T.K.'s chin and turned his head towards him; laughing when T.K. still wouldn't look at him. "You never wanted to be like your father," T.K. started shaking. "And yet you turned into a bigger fag than him." He pushed T.K.'s face away and shrugged. "It was probably bound to happen though. You surrounded yourself with fags. You spent everyday with them, you were gunna change into one eventually."
Lukis got close again and grabbed T.K.'s crotch. T.K. grunted in pain and discomfort. "This limp dick is the next thing to change, right?." He brought his mouth to T.K.'s ear and squeezed him harder. "Followin' Father Faggy's footsteps? You gotta get a pussy now." He smirked again when he heard T.K. sniffle. He let go of him and patted his back hard. "It's okay though. You got people who love you." He looked at him. "But I don't see how you can when you've become what you have." He sighed, walking to the door of the kitchen. "Faggot." He said before he left.
T.K. swallowed the lump in his throat and gripped the counter. He saw his reflection in the mirror above the sink, so he punched it, shattering it. He hung his head as he pulled his shaking, bleeding hand away. "F-Fuck.." He covered his eyes when tears started to fall.
Lukis smiled so very smugly at the sound of T.K. crying.