Trauma -BoyxBoy-

Thirty-Nine

Hey guys, I'm back. This seems to keep happening but I got the rough end of the stick between chapters this time. We had to pack everything, move, unpack everything, then my nephew was born and had to be put in the newborn ICU which was really stressful (He is out now and is doing good though thankfully) then after that we were trying to get wifi to the new house and our provider was being a pain in the ass. They ended up making us wait like two extra weeks after we spent hours and multiple calls with their customer support. (it was really annoying.) I've had this chapter ready and waiting but was held back by that but we have it now and here I am. So sorry about the wait.

Okay, so one thing to note is I changed Detective Millers' name to Detective Pierce because I realized that was also the principal's name and I didn't want it to get confusing. Later on in the chapter there are some self-deprecating thoughts and noncon touching (nothing happens) that you should be aware of before reading. I think that's all, enjoy :)

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Sebastian's pov

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The quiet rumbling of my car's engine slows to a stop as I park and turn it off. I gather a few of my things and step out into the cold early morning air. I shake my hands until the hoodie sleeves cover them, finally heading up to Talon's house.

It was a decently nice day out, sunny despite the chill. I skipped school again. I went yesterday, running off only three and a half hours of sleep, similar to today, where I had gotten a measly two hours. I just couldn't bring myself to go there right now.

I stepped onto the porch, noticing the mailbox on the wall as I turned to the door. I guess I should check it if I'm here to help out, and just because it would be nice. lift the mailbox top and grab the contents; an orange manilla envelope and a few normal white ones, tucking them under my arm, using my other one to reach for the knob. I opened the door, sliding my shoes off on the entry tiles when I got in.

"Morning Sebastian," Anne greets when I enter the kitchen. She's pouring creamer in her coffee, stirring it with her spoon after.

"Morning," I responded with a yawn, handing her the envelopes as she walked past me, "I grabbed the mail for you."

"Thank you, help yourself to whatever in the kitchen, you look pretty tired," She said with a small kind smile. She looked a bit similar to me, I'm sure she hasn't been getting any sleep either. She turned after that and stepped into the living room.

I turned back around and noticed the half-filled coffee pot, deciding to grab a mug. I'm not usually a coffee person, but I guess now is as good a time as any. People say it gives you energy. I listen to the noise of the coffee flowing into the teddy bear-designed mug and the sound of paper tearing from the other room. The ambient noises are slightly calming to start the morning.

The vanilla creamer swirls into the mug next, turning the liquid from a deep brown to a lighter mocha. I add a few spoons of sugar before tipping the cup to my lips for a taste test, finding it's just how I like. I take a long whiff of the nice scent when a blood-curdling scream interrupts the peace. My eyes widen in surprise and I nearly jump out of my skin, quickly setting the mug back on the kitchen counter before rushing to the living room couch.

"Anne!?" I call anxiously-- what in the world could have happened?

I hear abrupt movement from upstairs as I approach her. Her face is ghostly pale, she seems like she's in shock and she's holding a paper in her hands.

"What is it?" I ask, gingerly grasping the smooth paper from her hands, feeling that it's not normal paper, it feels glossy. In the background, Darryn barrels down the stairs.