It had been a long weekend. Most of it had been spent imprisoned in Melkor's house. The beatings were what he deserved, Melkor had told him. He was worthless, and his master also stressed he was lucky he wasn't alone; who else could possibly want him? Melkor was a generous master when Mairon was good, but even that barely got him out of any punishment. What Mairon called a nightmare, Melkor called kinky.
He'd been skipping classes. Instead of attending he would hide in his room crying his heart out until he was empty and had to go work at Starbucks, doing his best to hide the heartache as well as the bruises – and even cuts. He kept his sleeves down. He did not need anyone assuming he had done it to himself and thus send him to a counselor. Surely he couldn't lose his job over it...
He received plenty of rude comments just because he was wearing makeup lately. Hopefully the bruises from arguing with Melkor would be gone this week. He additionally wore girls' yoga pants much of the time because the wounds on his thighs couldn't handle jeans.
He had to cancel a tutoring session with Aule again. It was a shame, as crafting would help him, but he couldn't get into the mood when he was this depressed. 'I can't go to our meeting. I'm sorry.' he texted. Maybe tomorrow he would feel better? Even if he didn't, he needed to show up or Aule would never want to reschedule again after all these cancellations. 'Are you free tomorrow morning?'
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