Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝑂𝑁𝐸

NICO POV:
"It's nothing!" I snapped at Will as we walked up stairs.
"Than why won't you tell me!" Will demanded, he seemed kinda mad that I wouldn't tell him but I didn't care.
"I don't have to tell you everything!"
"Your my boyfriend and live in my house, why don't you trust me?" Will said, his expression looked like a mixture of pain and anger.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to decide what to say. "Please, don't make me Will," I pleaded. With in a few seconds my mood went from anger to just sadness. I was too scared to tell Will what Mr. Chiron was talking about when he said there was more on my rap sheet, but I could tell it was really hurting Will that I wouldnt tell him.
Will stepped closer to me and put his hands in my shoulders. "I though you trusted me?" he sounded genuinely sad, his eyes were welling with tears. I hated making him cry, I never wanted to do it again.
"Why is it so important?"
"I feel like I know nothing about you," Will sounded like he was choking back tears. "Why won't you tell me? At least be honest about that."
I stare at the carpet. "I'm scared," I admit.
"Of what?" he asked, "Me?"
"No. . . Kinda I guess, I'm scared you'll hate me," I confess, chewing the insides of my cheek nervously.
"I could never hate you, you could tell me anything and I won't hate you," Will crossed his legs on his bed. I sat down infront of him, still not meeting his eyes. "Please just tell me. I feel like I hardly know you, like your always mumbling in another language and I don't even know what language!"
"Italian," I say.
"Why do you know Italian?" Will asked, his mood perking up since I'm answering his questions now.
"I lived there until I was 13, then my familg moved here."
His eyebrows knit in surprise, "So you've only lived in America for 3 years?"
"Yeah," I say shrugging.
"That's also when your dad starting abusing you, what happened?" Will asked.
I grimaced, I knew that was likely gonna be his next question but It still felt like a punch.
"My mom and my sister died, he blames me," I admit, not able to look at his face.
He was silent for a really long time before finally asking, "What happened?"
"We were driving to a convention for this stupid game I used to play for my birthday, and a semi accidentally dumped a bunch of cars on us. I survived, but they didn't. . ." I felt a tear streak down my face and Will wiped it away for me.
He grabbed my hand, "I know saying sorry means nothing, but I am sorry for what happened Neeks."
I shrug, saying nothing else.
"Why would your dad blame you for that though?"
"Cause we were going somewhere for me, and somehow I survived that when I really shouldn't have. I may have been really hurt but that wasn't good enough for him."
"Is that why your dad only hurts you and not Hazel?"
"Yeah, he loves Hazel. But she's only around during the school year, the rest of the time she lives with her Mom in new Orleans."
"Oh I didn't know that," Will said pursing his lips.
"Yeah, you don't know much," I admit, scratching the back of my neck nervously.
"What happened at the first school you got expelled from?" He asked finally.
I took another deep breath and he grabbed my hand for support. "Well a got bullied a lot, and they always tried to fight me but my sister and I took fighting lessons and stuff so I always won. They always blamed it on me and eventually I got expelled. Same thing at my second school, i just ended up putting a couple guys in the hospital for that one."
"Is that all?" Will asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at me.
I was really hoping he'd just move on and I wouldn't have to elaborate on anything.
"Depends on what your looking to know," I say, hoping he'll ask a couple specific questions and I'll be able to avoid telling him everything.
"Anything else that was on your rap sheet like Mr. Chiron was talking about."
Shit.
"Uhmm, well long story short I was in Juvey for like a month," I say really fast hoping he wouldn't understand me.
"Did you just say Juvey!" He exclaimed in surprise.
I winced, "Maybe. . ."
"What for?" He asked in a high tone.
"uhhh vandalism, possession of illegal substances as a minor, and I think they called it Arson?" I confess, grimacing.
Wills jaw dropped and he looked at me in surprise. He didn't say anything for awhile which scared me. I could feel my eyes welling with tears threatening to spill, but I refused to cry in front of him right now. He's seen me cry too many times.
"Do you hate me?" I finally murmer after at least 2 minutes.
"No no!" Will stammered, grabbing my hands again. "I just wasn't expecting that."
I bit my lower lip anxiously, still fighting back tears. "You hate me don't you, your just to nice to say it."
"No I don't, I promise," he said wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close to him. "I could never hate you."
I couldn't help my self. I broke down crying into his chest.
"I won't ask you anymore questions today alright," he said running his hand through my hair.
I felt like a weight was lifted off my chest, not just because he said he wasn't gonna ask me anything g else but because I know he knew at least roughly everything important about me.
I allowed him to hold me for at least an hour before his mom came upstairs and asked what we wanted for dinner.