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! self-harm, vomiting, grief!
It's been a little over two weeks since I had that night terror. I haven't been sleeping basically since. Theo has been begging me to get some shuteye.
I've gotten around to trusting the guys, it's just a new world. So very different, so many new risks.
It's been a week since they told me they killed my boyfriend, I didn't take that very well.
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I raise a shaking hand to the door and softly knock.
"Yes?" I hear the deep voice.
I open the door slowly and pad over to the dark-haired boy. I clasp my hands behind my back.
I open my mouth to speak but hesitate, I take a deep breath before saying "I think I'm ready to go back home.." I nervously wait for an answer, but Silas just stares at me like I have six heads.
He runs a hand through his hair and groans. Silas looks at me blankly "You can't go home." He simply says.
I tilt my head in confusion "Why not? I didn't really sign up to be kidnapped" I crack a smile.
He looks at me with a pitying look. "You're gonna need to sit down for this," he says seriously before patting the spot next to him.
"Syn, Theo, come over we need to talk," Silas shouts calling for them.
I hear a door open and then I hear a lot of crashing before another door opens. A disheveled Syn walks in through the door and his eyes land on me.
Next, a blonde comes padding into the room. "What do you need?" Syn asks leaning on the door frame while crossing his arms.
Silas points at me "Tell her why she can't go back to her house I don't have the heart for this sappy shit." He adds while flailing his arms.
I suddenly start to get nervous which causes me to fidget with my hands, this isn't the usual funny Silas that makes me laugh. I wonder what happened that was so bad.
Theo steps over and sits beside me on his friend's bed and grabs my hand gently while rubbing his thumb gently soothing my nerves.
He sighs before saying "Well there's no one really to come home to. We don't feel you'd be safe alone, so that's why you'll be staying with us." He gives me a small smile.
"W-what do you mean there's no one to come home to?, what about Chris" I question. Syn groans "Ugh his name is fucker, okay? I can't stand that bastard's name." I flinch at his hostility.
"He's dead... our men took care of him after we took you to the hospital."
What? Dead? Did I hear that right? Is my boyfriend dead? No... he isn't dead.
