standsonhigh | High school AU open post

"No! You can't do that, you can't alert them! They'll come for me!" Koschei yelled in panic, hastily using his moment of distraction to shove Barty as hard as he could, knocking his lover onto the unfortunate postman, who was bleeding out slowly. He didn't even think to get the phone, he just panicked. He didn't want Barty to sell him out like this, not this way.

Breathing heavily, he didn't even know why he did what he did next, he was just trapped on autopilot. He slammed the door shut once Barty was inside, holding it closed and leaning against it to keep it shut. The key was still in the door so he turned it, making sure Barty couldn't leave.

It'd give him chance to calm down. Then they could work this out together. Swallowing hard, he slid down the door and sat against it, hand in his head, fighting against the panic that was brewing inside him. He felt both sick and terrified, not knowing how to escape this.

"Please, Barty, just calm down. Please! Don't tell them, you can't do that to me."

It was dark and he was locked in with a bleeding, unconscious, probably dying man. Of course Barty wasn't calming down. He was panicking. While he tried to stop the bleeding a little with one hand, he took his phone out with the other. He needed Koschei to be out of hearing range for this. He had to keep calm enough for this.

"Koschei, the man is going to die if he's not treated right. He will be locked up if he really attacked you. But if he dies, that will be a problem. So please, let me fix it."

He wanted to get out, he felt as if he could hardly breathe.

"No, no, no, no. They did this. The drums, they made me do it. You can't punish me for them."

Taking a deep breath, he banged his head loudly against the door before he hastily leapt to his feet, the sound obvious as he kicked the door violently before retreating further away towards the bedroom. "Don't let them take me away! If you love me, you won't."

But Barty had the phone. And Barty would call, because he always would, that's who he was. So he decided to do what he had to do and retreated to the bedroom, hastily locking the door and slipping under the bed. He lay there, his brain slowly shutting down, as he tried to pretend he hadn't done what he'd just done. He couldn't think, he just knew he was in trouble.

He thought Barty would understand, Barty had killed himself. Surely he knew what it felt like.

Finally Barty was crying, hard enough that he wanted to put off making the call, but he knew he couldn't. He knew he had to call the ambulance and explain to them what happened as fast as he could, so that the man wouldn't die because he had failed to do the right thing.

It was possibly the most difficult thing he ever had to do, because he knew how it sounded, all of it. He wasn't irrational. He never had been. Just in love and that had almost cost a man his life. Might still.

He managed, finally, and then he kept crying, sobbing, while holding the stranger's wounds as tight as he could, locked in a fucking closet by his boyfriend. He just wanted to feel safe again.

Koschei heard the first door being broken down and flinched. And then the second one, which had been the hallway closet, that was less broken down and more picked carefully but when the door did open, Koschei knew he had been officially invaded. He knew the game was over. He could here the paramedics talk, reassuring Barty and trying to treat the poor sod he'd attacked, all the whole plotting over how to get him. They called him 'the suspect'.

And then they started on the bedroom door, knocking into it. And he knew it was over.

He pushed himself further back under the bed, wishing he'd kept his weapons. He didn't want to go, he liked it here. They were going to make him go.

All the questions asked. No, he didn't know for sure if Koschei still had whatever weapon had done this. He had no idea if he'd attack. He didn't answer to questions about the bruises in his face and he wished this nightmare could be over. He wished he could just wake up and have none of this have happened. None of it, not since years back.

Apparently once broken down, it was difficult to rebuild. Barty couldn't stop crying and the thought of facing Koschei right now had made him panic enough that no one had suggested anything like it again. Seemed like he'd finally failed, in everything.

Once Koschei had been deemed harmless, they entered the room, asking him nicely to get out from under the bed before they were forced to drag him out. He struggled, fought and yelled at them the whole time from that point onwards while he was cuffed and read his rights in full. As they dragged him out, two officers trying to keep him still, he tried his best to get over to Barty, to get some help.

He always helped when Koschei was in trouble, always protected him. Why wasn't he helping?

"Barty?!" Koschei yelled out, trying to wriggle free and get closer. "Barty! Help me, don't let them take me! I can't go outside, they're all waiting for me!"

At first Barty did try to get to him, but he, too, was held back, even if by gentler hands. They thought he was the victim in an abusive relationship and... he knew he was, but they didn't understand. They didn't know Koschei, they didn't know them. And Barty knew he had no way of explaining and he hated the pity with which everyone looked at him.

"I love you." He probably shouldn't say it, it wouldn't do either of them any good if they thought that both of them were crazy. He knew he was sane. Just. Trapped. Fuck, he hated this.

"I'll help you as much as I can, Koschei. I promise."

"Help me!" Koschei yelled at the top of his lungs, thrashing in their grip as he was dragged outside. So many people had gathered outside to see what was happening and Koschei couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, unable to breath or cope with how tightly he was being held. Oh God, they were going to kill him.

"Barty! Please, help me!" He tried again in blind panic, knowing it was a lost cause. He knew this was game over but it didn't stop from fighting against it, yelling for help. Hell, he yelled the whole way to the station.

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