Cowgirls Don't Cry.

"You have a tiny dick." Kyndal said quietly almost silent. Not at all really. He just loved Rhett beating on him.

"They're done now! Its okay!" Lance laughed.

Zac nodded firmly, refusing to let go of the dick, just holding it loosely.

Alex cursed as he quickly redressed and peeked out the door.
"I am SO sorry..."

Rhett growled, bashing kyndal's head of the wall, standing and kicking him hard in the gut.

Riley peeked over at them, giving another yell as he saw his mother holding his fathers dick.
"my eyeth!!!"

Quincy was laughing at his lover, poking Zac's cheek.
"Whatcha going to do? Hold it forever?"

Junior was trying to calm down two traumatized children and a wife who was just beyond disgusted with it all.
He looked up and shook his head.
"Its fine sir."
Like he didnt know Alex.

Kyndal hissed as his head was smashed against the wall but sat back up, stretching it off.

Lance bust out laughing, stroking Riley's hair comfortingly.

Zac giggled, nodding at Quincy.
"At least til we leave here. They don't need to be lookin at it."

Alex sighed at him, frowning. as he slid his head back inside. He'd just fucked up his chance at making a good impression. He had NOT been expecting that...
His baby boy...

Rhett growled, taking him by the hair of the head and slamming him into the wall once more.

Riley whined louder at him, flailing his arms at his lover.
"OH NO!!"

Quincy nodded, saying nothing to his lover as he looked around the room.

Alex Junior was trying to think of a way to break it too his kids that was their grandpa, his wife already knew,
She was not pleased.
Hell no they werent living with them.

Kyndal smirked at first but his happy face soon turned horrified as he felt something tearing inside of him. A second later he coughed a mouthful of blood onto the floor. A crooked bone from his shoulder had punctured an organ inside of him. The blood just kept coming from his mouth.
He did something he had never let Rhett see him do. He began crying. Not tears of pleasure like Rhett had seen. Scared, horrified tears. He didn't want to die…. He hadn’t died since being a bitch… Rhett couldn’t kill him… No no no.

Lance giggled at him, kissing him softly.
"Its okay."

Alex stayed by the door, dragging a hand down his face. Boy had he fucked up.

Rhett was by his side immediately, worriedly moving the boy and checking him over..
What had he done?
The tears...Oh the tears broke his heart..
He yanked the boy up, cradling him to his chest and rushing from the home in his birthday suite, passing Alex Jr and his family.
October screamed.
Kids cried.
And cursed up a storm.
"Shhh Kyndal baby ahm soh s'rry..." He wiped the tears, running as fast as he could.

Alex jr looked into the home, his eye twitching.
"Alright! October what about your parents?"

Kyndal sobbed into Rhett's chest, getting blood on him, jabbing a trembling finger in the direction of a hospital. He was trying his hardest to not die. As long as Rhett didn't kill him...

Alex cursed. This was possible the WORST first meeting ever.

Rhett curse, his legs burning but he only sped up.
"Oh Kyndal...Baby shhh...a-ah didnt mean ta hurt ya like thah..." He was almost in tears himself, sprinting to the nearest hospital he knew of.

Kyndal went silent except for a few times he sputtered, coughing up some more blood. He was just struggling to keep his eyes open, not wanting to give in...

Rhett cooed to him, looking up at the sky, praying to the lord, pretending tears were not leaking from his eyes as he made it into the hospital, demanding they do something with Kyndal.

The second Kyndal was put into a room his heart stopped. The boy died...

And Rhett simply lost it.
He left the hospital and he was just gone.
Where he was and what he did..
No one knows.

Kyndal woke up three days later in a hospital bed. He found himself in a hospital gown. normally, the first word out of his mouth would've been ew. But he was not himself when he woke up.He seemed shaken up. His arm was in a cast and he was healed.
He looked around the room, expecting to see Rhett, maybe Asher or Joslin. But no one.
He pressed the button for the nurse.
"Um has anyone been in to see me while I was out?" He asked.
The nurse shook her head no.
"No sweety, the man who dropped you off left after he did."
"Okay... thank you." He shook his head as he curled into a ball on the bed. He was stupid to think Rhett would be one of those lovers who would wait by his side, refusing to move until positive he was okay.
No Rhett had split.
He drug a hand through his brown hair, taking a few deep breaths before grabbing the phone in his room, calling Joslin asking him to come to the hospital and giving him a room number but nothing more.
Joslin was over in seconds, letting Kyndal cry into his chest.
None of the four friends cried much. When they did it was serious.

Rhett did leave...
Because he couldnt bare to see Kyndal truly hurt...
he went to Trever's house, he got in bed with his brother and Toni, he pressed close to Trever and he cried.
Cried harder than he did when Trever killed their mother.
Three days later he hadnt let up, he was still just hugging Trever like the man was a rag doll and crying.
Trever didnt mind...He protected his baby brother.

Soon Joslin had gotten Kyndal to calm down and was holding his hand, sitting beside him.
"Are you okay Kitty?"
"I'm good..."
"Liar."
"Fine. Not really." He sighed, leaning on Joslin. "I don't like that he killed me... he's not supposed to kill me..."
"I know baby..."

And Rhett knew this too..
And it hurt the much worse.
He cried to hard to really speak, Trever went about like normal except he couldnt get out of the bed.

Kyndal sighed softly.
"I love you Jos. Thank you for coming."
"No prob. Love you too hun..." Joslin nodded and for the next few hours Kyndal just talked.
He ranted about every little thing with Joslin just nodding at him every once in a while.

Rhett couldnt face him...
One afternoon he left all of Kyndal's things at Zac's doorstep, neatly wrapped and protected from the rain.
He couldnt do it....

Zac noticed them and blinked a few times, calling Kyndal who'd been staying at Asher's place for a while and telling him.
The boy lost it.
He broke down...
He looked really insane, throwing things around Asher's home, trying to hurt himself. Asher forced him to drink some vodka until he was so drunk he did nothing but stumble around the house. Asher then took Rhetts number out of Kyndal's phone, calling it and leaving a message on the answering machine.
"Hey um.. Rhett. YOu dont really know me but I'm a friend of Kyndal's. I just wanted ot let you know if he like upset you or something he's really sor-"
"SO SORRY!" A drunken Kyndal bawled from his spot on the floor.
"Shut your drunk ass up!" Asher groaned.
"Anyway... um he thinks you're mad at him cause he couldn't take you or something so... yeah. He's sorry bout that and... I just wanted to let you know he's like fucking insane without you so if you're breaking up with him if you could PLEASE at least tell him to his face so maybe I can get him to calm down I would appreciate it. Super. Well bye." He hung up with a sigh.

Rhett got the message, he saved it but yet.
He never called back.
He could not do this...Not Rhett Braxton could not do this...
He loved Kyndal.
He had killed him.
He was drawling the line there weather the other man like it or not
He went on without Kyndal...
He never stopped loving him...He never would but he couldn't stand himself now.
He had killed him...

All Kyndal could do was cry and try and hurt himself. When Asher let him drink to calm him down he only cried harder, begging for Rhett. The one thing Asher couldn't give him.
After a week or two Asher called again.
"Rhett look. I dunno what your problem is but PLEASE I'm begging here say something to him.. All he does is cry and drink and when he drinks he cries more... Listen to this shit." He held the phone out to Kyndal who didn't notice it, simply drinking more from his vodka bottle.
"Kyndal babe stop drinking."
"NO! GIMME RHETT!"
"Kyndal I CANT."
"YOU SAID YOUD HELP ME!" Kyndal accused.
"I'm trying!"
"WH-WHATD I DO WRONG?!" Kyndal sobbed.
He was really making a fool of himself like this. He looked ridiculous but he could care less.

Rhett got this message...
And for a week did nothing.
One stormy night though, he stood tall at Asher's doorstep, knocking on the door.

Asher opened the door, exhausted.
"Oh thank god!" He wanted to tackle the large man in a hug. "He is drunk as fuck but in the morning he will be better for you to talk to him. You can spend the night hell I don't care. You're here." He led Rhett to the kitchen where Kyndal was lying on the floor, sleeping a bottle of vodka still in his mouth. "Dumbass." Asher muttered, taking the bottle and sticking it in the fridge.

Rhett looked down at Kyndal.
He wanted so much to pick him up...
So much to cradle the boy to his chest...
But he couldnt...
No he refused to touch Kyndal.
He was scared he would hurt him,

"So mind explaining why the hell you left him and left me to deal with his crazy ass? Hes got himself convinced himself you hate him." Asher hummed as he cleaned Kyndal up, getting him nice warm clothes and putting him to bed like he was a small child.