I'LL LEAVE TOMORROW
This resides in my "Hurt Before" reality when Jason's fourteen. Not my usual happy fic. Power Rangers belongs to Haim Saban and Nickelodeon. I only own Shane. Some slight language.
Inside a spacious one-story house, Jason let out a deep breath as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. His shirt was ripped and his chest was covered with purplish bruises. His face was okay though. Shane hardly ever went for the face. That only happened when he pushed his boyfriend too far. You know, he's going to kill you one of these days, right? he asked himself. One of these days, Shane's temper was going to get even more out of control and he was going to pay the price. I should leave him. I need to leave him, he thought to himself. Then, he let out another sigh. Who was he kidding? He couldn't leave Shane. He wouldn't know what to do. And besides, it's not like Shane meant to hurt him. He just liked to play kinda rough. Jason ran his fingers through his hair. No! Don't give in to that crap! He's abusing you and you've got to put a stop to it! he reminded himself. On the other hand, Shane could be sweet at times. Jason clutched the necklace that Shane had recently given him. He knew you had been eying this, saving up money…and then he bought it for you. Not many guys would be comfortable enough to do that, he reminded himself. How could he leave someone who would willingly do that for him? So, he got a little rough sometimes. It didn't mean anything. Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Yo Babe, you in here?" Shane Donahue asked.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," Jason assured. He quickly buttoned up his shirt and then walked back out. Shane took Jason by the hand and led him to his bedroom and to his bed. Then, Shane pushed Jason onto the bed and straddled him. Jason moaned as Shane began trailing kisses up and down his body. Man, he feels so good, he thought to himself. What had he been thinking? Then, he winced as his boyfriend hit one of his bruises. Right. That. He couldn't keep putting up with this. Tomorrow, he decided. He let out another moan of pleasure as the other boy hit one of his hotspots. I'll leave him…tomorrow…