forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

⚠ xvi. ASL

"what's your name?" the bearded man says

"i.. it's.. it's.." i sputter

"fucking hell.." the older one says and puts his hands over his face "it's worse than i thought bro. i need some fucking gin" he walks over to the nightstand and skulls the remaining alcohol

the panic and severity of the situation sets in "wh-why am i covered in blood? why am i naked??"

"i'll explain it once you're dressed, max where did you put her clothes?"

i suppose his name is max?

max shuffles around in the closet and pulls out a bra, panties, ripped jeans, a turtleneck, and a flannel and tosses it near the bearded man

"alright, so go rinse off and then put these on. we'll explain everything later" he hands the clothes to me and i attempt to stand. my legs feel like jelly and i feel a sharp pain in my chest. i fall back down to the floor and the bearded man tries to hold me up

"woah woahh! take it easy girl, come up slowly okay? three.. two.. one.." he pulls me up "hhup there you go! try not to step on any broken glass." i regain my balance and trot to the bathroom. the mirror is completely shredded. i pick up a reflective shard of the bloodied glass and look at myself in it. my face is cut and bruised, my hair is coated in dry flakey blood and a piece of glass sticks out of my left cheek.

"ow!" i drop the shard into the sink. bright blood pearls up on the tip of my left index finger and streams down my arm. i stick the finger in my mouth to suck off the blood but it continues to stream. i wash my hands off in the sink and jump in the shower and crank up the warm water. i let the stream cascade down my body, taking everything from my 'accident' away with it

i jump out of the shower and get dressed. i walk out of the bathroom to see max and the bearded man laying next to each other smoking something and laughing. they quickly put them out on their respective bedside tables. they sit up and look at me while i sit on the end of the bed

"so, you're probably wondering what you're doing here" the bearded man clasps his hands and max looks down at the sheets below him. i nod

"would you like to take it away, max?" the bearded man turns to max and he looks up

"you can.. you can do it.." he mutters out

"no, i think it'd be way better if you did it. why is she here, max?"

"..."

"alright, ill do it" the bearded man looks me dead in the eyes "max kidn-" he's interrupted by max slapping a hand over his mouth

"HEYY you know what i think it'd be better if i did it actually" he glances over at the bearded man "OW!" he pulls his hand back "what was that for??" he looks at his palm and sees a red bite mark

"don't put your fuckin hand over my mouth it tastes like ass" the bearded man says

"well why did you taste it??"

"..it funny"

"shut the fuck up um, so, i think it'd be great for me to tell y/n in privacy don't you?" he turns to the bearded man

"no what the fuck you're just gonna-" max pushes the bearded man towards the door

"yeahh just get a move on there alright? yeahh thanks" the bearded man stands up reluctantly and heads towards the door. he shoots a glance at me and max and turns the knob

"..ill be outside" he says and shuts the door behind him. max walks up to the door and locks it then walks back to the bed and sits down opposite me