Only You.

Chapter 3

"Oh" Zeke calmed down and his body relaxed. 

He stopped in his tracks.

"Then who did all-" Zeke started.

"Enough Books. I don't want to talk about it." Shao shouts resting his head in his hands.

"We supposed to be family Shao. Family don't keep shit from each other. Family is there to help each other. Family protect each other Shao." Zeke sternly says getting up in Shao's face, placing his hand on his chest over his heart.

"I care about you with every bone in my fuckin body man. But you. You don't give a shit about no one. You never tell me anything real about you. It's like sometimes I don't even know who you really is. Who is you Shao? How can you say we family when you can't even tell me what's going on? Tell me Shao. Tell me wa-" Zeke roared in Shao's face.

Shao had heard enough. 

He leaped off the couch full rage, grabbing Zeke's arm in one hand, his other around Zeke's neck.

 He continued to back Zeke up until they hit the wall while violently yelling, "Tell you? Tell you what Books?" 

Shao's grip tightened, shaking him.

"That the bitch drugged me. That she violated me. That I got to do whatever that crazy bitch wants. That if I don't, they gonna stab my ass. That she owns me Books. Huh is that what you wanted to hear?"

 Shao gritted his teeth, spewing saliva from his lip.

Zeke trembled, his eyes began to spill tears as he shook his head in disbelief.

 He knew he was talking about Annie.

"No. No. Shao I didn't-" He began choking the words out.

"Then what? Then what Books huh? Exactly what the fuck did you want me to tell you? That I'm all on my own out here. That I ain't ever had no family. That I ain't ever felt love. That no one ever gave a fuck about me." 

Shao suddenly stopped screaming, lowering into a painful sob. His chest tight as he held his breath trying not to let anything escape.

 He released Zeke from his grip sinking down to his knees.

 He bowed down balling his fists.

Released from Shao's grip, Zeke bawled, stumbling around his figure as he sunk to the floor.

 Zeke couldn't breathe or speak a word.

 His chest ached, his heart shattered. His legs grew weak as he stumbled over to the couch, collapsing in a crying fit.

"And that's not even the worst part." Shao started again, running out of breath. 

Zeke looked up at Shao's face stained with tears.

Shaolin began walking back to his bed taking a seat.

"It's been happening to me. Ever since I was 14."

 He bursts out into tears, all his pain showcased on his face, sinking his head into his hands.

"I was just a kid Books. I ain't even kiss anyone yet. Oh god. Oh god."

 He cried out hysterically.

Zeke rushed to his side wrapping his arms around him. 

He held him closer than he ever had.

 He had no idea Shaolin was going through that alone. He wanted someone to pay for what they had done to him. 

It killed him to see Shao that way. He couldn't imagine what he had been through.