evan peters + ahs imagines

kyle spencer: comfort

tw: guns?
word count: 1074

i don't think i'll get my book back :( i'll try my hardest to get as many chapters into this book as i can, but it'll probably take a while. i didn't have many of my chapters saved into my notes.
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"y/n?" kyle mumbled, waking up. he was alone in his bedroom, scared and alone. tears started to fall. he often woke like this, every night since the accident 2 1/2 weeks ago. he was doing a little better, but not too much.

kyle grunted, getting up slowly despite all the pain it caused him. he walked out of his bedroom and down to mine. he knocked lightly.

"kyle? it's 2am."

kyle was trembling and his head were burried into his hands as he cried. he walked up to me just wanting me to hold him.

"scared."

"you're with me now. it's all okay."

i tried to let go, but he would fall right back into my arms. he was terrified, more then usual.

most of the time, misty would watch him at night but she was busy and kyles attachment grew to me. he really felt safe with me, and loved me.

i love him too though, i know he's like stuck with the abilities of a three year old but kyle was still in there and i knew what real kyle was like.

"come lay down." i said, walking to the bed. kyle laid down on the pillow, and a lightly placed the blanket on top of him. he slept through the night with me, and in the morning i had to go downstairs to get some things done.

i had honestly forgotten about kyle, until i heard sobbing coming from cordelias green/plant room. i just knew it was him.

"kyle, you know how this has to go." zoe whispered, and i looked around the door to see a gun in her hand and kyle crying and moving though chains in absolute fear.

"zoe?" i said, walking in behind her.

"noo!" kyle sobbed, grunting and rustling around.

"y/n, i wasn't gonna-i promise!" zoe said, dropping the gun.

"get out, you're scaring him!"

zoe walked out of the room, i scanned the room and kyle just wouldn't calm down. i slowly made my way to him and showed him my hands so he knew i wouldn't hurt him.

"kyle..it's just me."

he pulled at his chains, he looked like he was in distress. kyle was desperately trying to get as far away from me as possible but the chains stopped him from getting father then a foot or two.

"no" he sobbed.

i reached out, wrapping my arms around him and resting my chin onto his shoulder.

"you're okay. nothings gonna hurt you, baby."

once he stopped resisting, i let go and undid his chains. as soon as i did this, he lightly reached his arms out motioning for a hug. i hugged him, letting him find his peace and helping him to clam down.

he was overwhelmed. everyday was tiring. i knew i had to get him out of here, but where?

all his jerk friends were dead.

his mom abused him.

the coven just wasn't safe for him any longer.

that's when i got it, mistys old cabin in the woods. misty recently moved into the coven, leaving her old home. i thought maybe it was the best idea if i moved him in there, and stayed there with him atleast until he could function on his own.

"kyle i'm gonna get you out of here. come with me."

i helped him up, although he was a little reluctant to come with me in fear that zoe was out there he let me bring him upstairs.

kyle sat on the bed watching me pack his things.

"w-what?" he asked, confused.

"i'm getting you out of here."

"no!" he said, starting to cry and feel overwhelmed. "don't l-eave me alone."

"i'm not. i'm coming too."

an hour later, i was able to get him and both of our stuff into the car. i already checked with misty and cordelia, and they were okay with it as long as i came back to work and practice at the coven.

"mistys?" he asked as we pulled up to the cabin.

"no, she's at the coven." i told him. "we're gonna stay here for a while."

kyle nodded.

the cabin was small. thankfully it was still furnished though. i set the bag downs, and kyle looked around.

he was confused, i could tell.

"i'm sorry that i've been making you live in the coven, and that i brought you to your moms. i'm sorry." i said, "but we're gonna stay here now. no one can hurt us here."

he nodded.

i unpacked some of the things and kyle mostly just watched or found something small to keep him entertained.

day soon turned to night, and we were both growing tired. kyle was so tired that he didn't even want to eat.

"please, just eat please."

"no." he whimpered, pushing the spoon away and resting his head down. days were a lot more tiring for him thr it was before he died. every word took so much from him.

i sighed, setting the bowl down. i figured i'd just let him go to sleep. i was getting tired of this.

"here." i said, pulling back the covers of the bed and showing him that he could lay down. he crawled into bed and laid down. i placed the blanket back on top of him and kissed him.

as i stood up, i felt his hand pull me back.

"mad?" he questioned, his face falling.

i shook my head no, i was just so tired. my eyes filled with tears just looking  at him. he was in so much pain, so much agony and all i wanted to do was help him but it was starting to take a toll on me.

"sorry." he whispered, placing his weak hand onto my face. "go back to t-the c-coven."

"no, i'm here with you."

"unhappy."

i almost broke down in tears, but i stopped myself and instead leaned down to lay beside him.

"you know i love you, right?"

"y-you're unhappy."

"no. i'm tired."

kyle lifted his shakey hand to pull the blanket over top of me, taking up all his energy. he was really trying his hardest.

"sleep." he croaked out, kissing me and wrapping his arms around me to hold me.

i normally probably wouldn't have let him comfort me, but it felt nice to feel like a couple again.