𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 | 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺(𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 3)[Choice 1]

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 11

⚠️TW! MENTION OF SH/BURNING

𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚒𝚎𝚠:

I felt Morty nodding into my chest and his arms slowly moved around my waist. He hugged me, not very enthusiastically, but it's a start. He pulled away from me, turning around before walking out the door, I gripped his shoulder softly for the second time.

"Morty, I'm sorry." I said honestly.

I feel so bad, I don't know why I fucking said what I said, it just came out.

He nodded again before walking down the stairs. I saw him sitting in the dining room, his head laying on his arms. I dished up and took our food to the table... I know he doesn't want to see me right now, but I'm not going anywhere.

I lightly shook his back and his head shot up. I slid his food over to him. He looks pale.

"Are y-you uhm, feeling alright? Are you bleeding anywhere o-or-"

"I'm okay, Rick, I'm not..." Morty whispered, trailing off. He looked down at his food, twirling his fingers slightly.

I saw tears dropping into his food and I moved the bowl out from under him. He gripped my wrist tightly when I moved my hand back, falling down onto my hand, instantly wetting it with tears rolling down his hot skin. I slightly pushed my hand into the top of his shirt, feeling his temperature.

"You're burning up." I mumbled rubbing his back before standing up.

I made him fucking sick... Things have been turning to shit more and more each fuckin day. I fetched some water and 4 cans of beer.

I cracked one open before handing it to Morty. He looked up with his red, agitated eyes, aggressively wiping the tears away, his lips staying in a thin line.

He shakily took the beer and almost downed it, he looked over to me quickly and when he caught my eyes on him he just turned away.

"I really hit a fuckin nerve, huh?" I mumbled.

Morty took his food, ignoring my question completely. He slowly ate and drank the rest of his beer before standing up and washing his plate and fork.

He walked up the stairs again, closing the bathroom door. I sighed... Am I ever going to get the kid to forgive me?

I walked up to my room.

"Ow, f-fuck!" Morty muttered.

What's he doing in there?

"Morty, cover up, I'm coming in."

"Ri-"  before he could finish I came into the bathroom seeing a smoking cigarette in Morty's mouth as he burned himself with the matches, putting them out on his skin.

A bright red circle on his wrist, starting to blister. I rubbed over my face, looking back up at Morty, taking a drag of the cigarette. What the fuck am I to him? A dog? Shit?

"Give me those, r-right now!" I growled pointing to the matches.

He looked over to them before picking the box up, throwing it into my face. He blowed smoke out... How long has he been smoking?

"I can't lecture y-you on smoking because I do it too, b-"

"You think I c-care about what you do? You think I fuckin look up to you, Rick?" He stated, his voice hoarse.

"That's not what I'm sayi-"

"Well, I d-don't care. Cl-close the fuckin door on your way out, unless you want to see me wash m-my fucking balls"

"I might be fucking dog shit to you, but I'm staying right fucking here you little snobby prick. You're not going to fucking cut your sorrows away tonight! Guess what! I'm fucking sleeping in your room too ya fucking piece of crap."

"Fuck you, Rick." Morty whispered, flicking the dead cigarette bud into the bin. He wiped his nose roughly and his mouth pulled into a frown.

"Get your ass in that shower, Kid, and clean that up!" I said sternly, pointing to his wrist.

As he got into the shower, closing the curtain before throwing his clothes on the floor I ran my hands through my hair. What am I gonna do with him?