Falling Apart

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There are song mentions in this chapter. I recommend playing them if you want.

After an intense few minutes with Elias, I decided to leave with no answer to his question. That'll keep him guessing for a while.

I went to the museum, sat down on a bench, staring up at a piece of art for an hour,  recollecting my normal, innocent thoughts.

Like; one day he will be just like me, he will go on picnic dates, have snowball fights, read books at the library with me.

Those are what I want to keep in mind. Not the sinful thoughts Elias has... and even Aubrey. That is not me.

I do not even use the terms fuck and dick and pussy and daddy and cock and tits-

Great!

I stand up, angrily pacing the floor - length of the bench - then quickly walk to Elias's room. He has changed my mindset, and I am not letting that happen.

He can not just come here and change everything about me! This is not how I chose to live. How I live!

I hear loud music coming from down the hall as I round the corner to his room. I stop at his door, musing pearling through my ears.

I first listen to the music. I've heard this before... Aubrey was playing it while she was fuckin-

No, no, no, no! Merliah! No!

I yell at myself in my head, slapping my forehead which my hand three time.

It was the song she was playing whilst inappropriately connecting in a sinful way to another. If I last recall, the song was... I think called....

I feel like I'm drowning by Two feet.

He will not be doing such a thing though. He said he would not himself. So as there is not much else for him to do, it may have accidentally appeared on his playlist.

Extremely loud!

I knock five times on the door. No reply. I knock another five times, only louder and my angrier. No reply!

Ugh!

I move my hand to the door handle, attempting to open it... it's does.

I slowly step in, looking at the ground. I turn around, closing the door behind me then looking up, turning back around.

I scream!

Elias does not stop. He is led on the bed, his pants and boxers half way down his legs, one hand gripping the bed sheets next to him, the other resting on his dic- coc- PENIS. On his PENIS!

He moves his hand up and down it, hard and roughly. Moans leave his mouth. Then suddenly... white stuff begins squirting out of it.

It goes everywhere. All on him, the bed sheets, the floor. There is so much of it, I begin to regret my choice of appearing here.

"What the fuck!" I yell, the music still incredibly loud.

I don't even care at this moment of my choice of words. This really is a what the fuck moment!

I step away, my back meeting the door. I place my hand on the door handle, in an attempt to run.

Elias notices my actions, and quickly stands up, grabbing a cloth and wiping himself clean. He throws that on the floor when the next song comes on.