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November 2012

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Title: Trashed and Scattered
Author: falseyoureyes
Pairing: Ronnie Radke/Craig Mabbit; Ronnie Radke/OMC Bryan Money/Robert Ortiz; Bryan Money/Omar Espinoza; Max Green/OFC 
Summary: At the worst possible moment, everything comes crashing down on Ronnie. What innocence he had left is ripped from him, a stranger haunting him begining to break him down-and the only person who can piece him back together is someone he vowed to hate forever.
Rating: R (for now)
Warnings: non-con, abuse, substance abuse, self-harm, homophobia, language
Disclaimer: The events portrayed herein are fictional and bear little if any resemblance to real life.
A/N: This story is un-beta'd, and probably will continue to be un-beta'd. If you tend to nitpick about little errors, you probably don't want to read.
NOTE: I just realized I had this as "Ronnie Radke/OFC".  I have fixed the pairings. Took me three chapters to notice but I fixed it. Enjoy.

( 001: Princess )

002: Saint Jacky )

Ronnie’d finally managed to convince Jacky that he was okay to bathe alone, leaving the other man to clean up the vomit downstairs. He didn’t do much actual bathing; instead he stared at his reflection, eyeing the bruises on his hips and stomach. Unlike the one on his eye he couldn’t cover them up with make up; his jeans would do fine for the ones on his legs but the one on his stomach was the worst-looking.

Staring at his reflection, Ronnie began to hate how he looked. The blood had come off easier than Ronnie had thought it would, but his skin was still raw from scrubbing. He hadn’t bothered to do much with his hair, leaving it to hang limply around his face. Even after washing it several times it looked greasy. His eyes were tired looking.

Just like when you were a drunk.

He finally tore his eyes away from the mirror at a knock on his bathroom door. “Hey, Ronnie, you okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Gimmie a minute.” He grabbed his clothes, pulling them on quickly. The ones he’d stripped of-shirt, jeans, boxers and hoodie-he scooped up and dumped into the garbage can.

He pulled the bag out and tied it, contemplating giving it to Jacky to throw away when the other man knocked on the door again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re taking a while, you turned the shower off like, an hour ago.”

Ronnie frowned, opening the door. “Yeah, sorry. I got distracted.” He passed the bag to Jacky. “Can you throw these away for me?”

Jacky raised a brow, looking in the bag. “Are these your clothes?” Ronnie nodded. “Why do you want me to throw them away?”

“Do you really need a reason?” Ronnie half-whined. Jacky shrugged.

“Kind of?”

“They’re dirty. They smell like booze. I ripped a giant hole in the jeans when I took them off. Can you please just junk them?”

Jacky frowned, taking the bag from Ronnie’s hands. “Whatever. Get to bed. You look like death warmed over.”

Jacky grinned at Ronnie, and he knew the other man was trying to lighten the mood but he didn’t feel it. He could hardly force the smile that he finally managed. Jacky seemed to notice but only shrugged again, walking down the hall towards the stairs.

Ronnie sighed, leaning against the doorframe for a moment. His legs felt weak, head beginning to thud as he stood there. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself before he moved.

“You better be in your bed by the time I’m up there, or else Gil’s gonna kick my ass when he gets here!”

Ronnie snorted, squeezing his eyes shut tighter. “Gil’s not my mom!”

“He’s one vagina away from being a mom, you better friggin’ get to bed!”

Ronnie pushed from the door frame, shaking his head and making his way to his bedroom. The thought of falling asleep wrapped in his sheets was beyond appealing, he realized. Even though he knew he’d probably have nightmares, his stiff muscles wanted his sheets and pillows.

When he finally reached his room, he stopped in the middle of it. There was a piece of paper on his bed, folded up on top of his comforter. He frowned and stepped back, peeking down the hall. He couldn’t hear Jacky talking and, figuring the other man had stepped out onto the porch for another smoke and to call Gil again, he closed his door and made his way to his bed.

He sat down, reaching for the piece of paper cautiously. For some reason his body and mind reacted like it was a bomb, as if it would explode as soon as he opened it. He cringed as he unfolded it, leaning back from the sheet.

Hey Princess, last night was beautiful. I’ll be back for more soon. Don’t worry about letting me in, I already have a key. I can’t wait to touch you again. I’ll be watching for the right moment-don’t worry, I won’t ruin the surprise.



Ronnie’s eyes welled and his hands tightened into fists, causing the note to crumple and tear slightly in the middle. He lowered the note, pulling it against his chest before lying down and curling up into a ball.


DD: Poor Ronnie!

Keep this going, man. I loves yer scribblin'.
IKR. I'm so mean to him and stuff. Don't worry, he'll be having someone to hold him soon.

I am. :D

Ok, so he still needs to tell Jacky but now he needs to change the locks too. And fast!

I don't expect he will though so I can't wait to see what happens.
He wouldn't change his locks, he's too lazy to do that pre-rape anyway! He'd rather sit back with a beer and some Halo and take a nap after a few hours of playing...in the same chair. :D

You're totally right and that will be here soon. :)