his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

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"i should've killed him faster. it's my fault," clyde says.

"it's not your fault,"

"i let her out that door lacy!" he says.

i nod, "not true."

he nods, covering his face with his knees, "i fucked up," he says.

"stop it. stop saying that. you didn't. it was her dad,"
"she told me how much she loved him—she was going to walk out that door regardless," i say.
"we know our caring sophie,"

"i just miss her,"

timothée sits beside me on the couch, it was a day after the incident. these words were the first word actually shared between all of us, all the regret and sorrow we bottled up.

"clyde. brother," timothée says.

"yeah man," he said exhaustedly.

"just look down," timothée says.

and so clyde did, we all still had the necklace underneath us. she gave each of us last week.

clyde heart was still on his locket.
parts of me believed her heart still lied with him, right besides his heart.
platonic soulmates.

i looked at mines, the daisy wrapped around in lace.
timothée looks at his too.

"as sophie once said, keep fucking going." timothée says,

—

i spent the day with timothée and belle,
"daddy so barbie had a castle?" she asked.

"yeah. if you wanna include her penthouse, mansion, cars, boyfriend, apartment...," he says, jokingly going on and on.

"barbie has everything," she says amazed,

"yeah, daddy will try to give you everything. everything you ever wanted," he says, carrying her over his shoulders while she laughs.

"i don't want anything dad," she lowered her eyebrows, "i have you dad. lacy. uncle clyde!"
"is barbie a disney princess?"

"no, she's not a princess like you belle."

"ohhh," she says curiously.

"lacy are you a princess? you look like one," she asked me, sitting beside me in our room.

"no!" i laughed.

"no she is," timothée corrects me, "both of you. my princesses."

i smiled and so did belle.

"yay! princesses!" she grabs my hand and swings it back and forth gently.
i watched belle hug her father, the happiest i've seen timothée, belle was the sweetest girl, she never asked for much—she also never spoke much. she and her father shared the same tone of voice. very quiet and very mellow.

during the night, i was asleep, i go to rest my hand on top of timothée arms—but i couldn't feel him. i opened my eyes and remove the bed sheets realizing he was not there.

i looked around the entire house, he disappeared.

"timothée?" i yell quietly around the house, everyone was still sleep. "come on timothée?" i say again waiting for him to appear.

i'm outside now, the windy cold of the wind. i shivered a little, i can almost smell the ocean breeze from here.

"timothée!" i yell a bit louder now.

but no answer.

a reoccurring sound of branches crack further in the woods over and over again. i followed the sounds to where it lead to.

i must've been walking for six minutes, till i finally saw it, deep in the woods.

the monster.

he was ripping someone to shreds, the blood splats all the way to me, all over my face and clothes, i shake—overwhelmed with what i just saw, what i just felt against my body.

i step back for a moment, ready to run.

my heart is beating faster than ever, i'm almost sick.
did i just witness timothée be killed?
no. it can't be. god please.

the monster reforms, instead of the terrifying, scary, horror, monsters. he is falling back into place. he has legs now, arms, a body, he's human.

i take another step back.

but the branches causes the man to turn around.
and there was timothée.

his soft black hair, his hands covered his blood, he wipes it off of him. the sides of his jawline had gushes of someone's blood.

his eyes widened when he sees me, how can someone look so kind and delicate, but yet do the things he just did.

i lowered my eyebrows, "n-no-no," i say, walking further away from him.

"lacy?" he says, following me.

"get away from me!" i screamed, he reaches to grab me but i yank him off, "do not fucking touch me," i say.

"i'm trying to protect you!"

"they all fucking say that! look at me timothée im covered in blood—blood that you caused!" i yelled.

i couldn't believe i witnessed a liar.
the monster.

"you couldn't tell me! i had to find out this way?" i say. "timothée why?"

maybe i was upset because of how gruesome the scene was, or maybe i was upset by his lies.
i couldn't tell.

"you know i couldn't tell you lacy," he says, slowing down and eventually i did too.

"why not huh!"
"what happened to trusting each other? i could've sworn you told me i was the closest person to you!" i say, wiping the blood of my arm.
"look at me now," i say, crying.

i was sad, but strong enough to speak—although i'd choke on my words every moment. it hurt so badly.
i'm burning up now.

"prescott, you don't get it!" he says.

"what dont i get? the fact i watched my boyfriend rip apart a living human being right in front of me?"

"no! the fact that he was bad. and you were on his list," he says, he grabs a paper from off the ground, wiping the blood off of it, it was a picture of me.

"i fucking killed him because i'd be damned if he hurt you! you hear that lacy prescott?" he says, running his hand through his hair, he takes a breath,

i don't know what else to say, i just stood there.

"and i'm sorry," his voice breaks, "so sorry, that you saw it like this," he says, wiping the blood off the side of my face, but i move my face away from his hand.
"my love i'm sorry that there's blood on you," he says softly.
"but...i care for you so fucking much. nothing is gonna hurt you. not when i'm there," he says.

"okay timothée," i nod softly, finally letting it go, i loved him too much to say mad, "why didn't you tell me?"

"i didn't tell you because i'm ashamed. i'm ashamed to be the monster everyone fears. but i'm only here to protect you,"
"do you fear me lacy?" he says, lowering his guard, he looked close to tears, his cheeks were red, his eyes were as well.

this is why he couldn't tell me? because he feared i'd look at him different? timothée has always been timothée.
and i'd fucking love him no matter what.

"timothée," i say softly, "i don't fear you, i could never fear you,"
"you are not a monster, you are timothée castellan." i say softly.

i run, hugging his waist, burying my head into his chest, he was so tall, he felt so safe. he wraps his arms around my back, hugging me wholesomely.

"you know i'd never hurt you prescott," he says kissing the top of my head. his lips felt like forever.

"i know,"
"i love you castellan,"

"i love you prescott."