Owen and Knox

42. Nightmare

Owen POV

A small smile formed on my face as I looked down at my sleeping boyfriend. I had been sat with my legs crossed and him laying on my for two hours now, not wanting to move from my spot. I knew Knox hadn't been sleeping, so if it meant holding him while he slept, I would do it. His small breaths landing on my neck had me wanting to laugh but I held myself back so I didn't wake him.

A small knock sounded at my door and my mum came in. He had a tray of food in his hand, with a soft smile. She sat on my bed putting the tray next to me so I could eat. One hand with holding the food, one hand securely around Knox.

"How is he?" Mum asked gently.

"I think he's getting better." I frowned a little. "He spoke to me today so that's progress. But maybe he needs professional help. Someone to talk to like a therapist. I understand that he doesn't want to talk to me about what happened."

"Owen, what did happen? You've had so long off school. I don't care about that, I care about you and Knox, but whatever happened must have been bad because you haven't been going." She sighed. "Valerie is worried sick, Knox won't even see his mum. Can you give me any idea on what happened to him so I know how bad it got that night?"

I understood where my mum was coming from. Knox is usually that bubbly, smiling kid who gets along with everyone. But now he looks, almost dead inside. His eyes are dull and every source of light that was there, is now gone. What Callum did is so wrong, and he needs to be punished for it. I know Knox is still hurt from it, it haunts him. But if he were to tell the police or someone that's not me, Callum would be arrested and out of our lives for a while and Knox can get the help he needs.

Even with all of that, Knox wouldn't go back to his old self. That shit stays with people until the grave, but I'm willing to do anything to help Knox even get a smile on his face, even a little one. I will try and be the best boyfriend I can and help Knox through this, because at the end of the day, Knox is one of the strongest people I know. All he needs is a little push and encouragement to get him to help himself. And I will be that push to help him.

"He went to Callum's for a friend gathering. Only he said no one was there and he tried to leave. Callum didn't let him." I explained, tears started rolling down my cheeks as I looked at sleeping Knox.

"He did that?" My mum gasped in horror. The shock and pain for Knox, but so much disgust towards Callum. I nodded, clear that my mum got what I was trying to say. Thankfully she didn't say it either.

"V-Valerie has to know. She n-needs to see him and get him help." My mum said, her voice cracking.

"I know. Let Knox do it, in his own time. I don't want to make him feel like he has to. I don't want him feeling like he has to tell anyone because of all the pressure." I mumbled.

"Ok. I'm sorry." She whispered then left my room. More tears rolled down my cheeks, I put my nose to his hair and tightened my arms around him. Needing to feel the comfort of my boyfriend.

After a while, I started watching Austin powers, knowing if Knox woke up he would watch it with me. Even with mine and Knox's favourite film playing, i wasn't paying attention to it. My hand gently ran through his hair, the soft blonde locks easily letting my fingers run through.

Knox moved his head, my hand falling to my lap. He started thrashing around, his breathing coming out heavy with tears starting to roll down his cheeks. From experience with my mum, I knew he was having a nightmare. What's worse is that I know why he's having it.

Using all my strength, I held his wrists down so he wouldn't accidentally hit me thinking I was someone else. I gently called his name, he tried to get his hands free from my grip but I held him down as much as i could.

"Knox, it's Owen. Wake up." I called to him, to wake him up but not my family. A sob left his lips as he try to buck up his hips to get me off him. After I called his name a few times, his eyes shot opened. Knox pushed me off him making me fall off the bed with a loud thud. He cried and screamed, his hands clawing at his arms and chest. I didn't hesitate to get back up and hold him to my chest.

"I've got you, it's Owen. I've got you." I told him. Knox looked up at me, his eyes searched mine looking for something, I don't know what. But like always, when his eyes met mine he calmed down. His breathing still harsh but going back to normal. More tears left his eyes as he choked out a sob.

I pulled his head to my chest again. His arms wrapping around me, fisting my T-shirt tightly. I cried for him, my tears rolling down my cheeks for Knox. I feel useless, I feel like I can't do anything to help him. I can't do anything to take away his pain, I can't go back and stop him from leaving me. I know it's not my fault, but I had that bad feeling and should have listened to it and stopped him from going. It feels like I was the one to cause his pain, over and over again.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm sorry." I cried to him. Knox sobbed holding me even tighter while I held him.

I just want to take his pain.

A/N: Im sorry it's been a while. My friends have been dragging me out a lot and not giving me time to write. Today I'll be updating as much as I can. Thank you for reading.