𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ║𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

[Chapter Summary] Major red flags fly after your dreadful Christmas, and you become weary of the men you grew to love. You want out, but they're not going to let you go that easy.

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Sitting and stroking a purring Queen, you waited for the boys to return to the cave. Your tears had since dried, but your heart was still bruised from David's cruel words.

You wanted to go home, having no desire to spend the remainder of the holidays with the boys, but you couldn't make that a reality in your injured state.

You had no choice but to request that they take you home.

Emerging from the tunnels, the boys appeared, strolling towards you, their handsome faces blank and devoid of the joyous mirth they usually held.

"We need to have a talk, dollface," David demanded, perching himself on the ottoman across from you.

"We do," you calmly commented, "I want to go home, David."

David shook his head. "No, that's not an option."

You stared at him, blinking slowly in disbelief a few times, trying to process his words before speaking. "What do you mean it's not an option?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, confusion decorating your face.

"You're concussed, dollface," he purred smoothly, "what kind of boyfriends would we be if we allowed you to go home and fend for yourself?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you scratched Queen behind her ears. You were insulted, but he was correct, you could barely bend over without feeling pain or becoming nauseous, but you didn't want to be here anymore. You didn't want to spend the rest of the holiday with them - not after how they treated you a few hours ago.

"I'll manage," you replied defiantly, your chin raised with pride. "Just take me home, David. I'm not helpless."

"Are you sure about that?" David whispered with a malicious edge as he leaned forward, his icy blues piercing yours, chilling you to the bone. "Because you look helpless to me, beautiful. Doesn't she, Marko?"

"Yes, she does," Marko cooed with a manic twinkle in his eye, "broken arm, broken leg - so delicate. Poor thing."

Your stomach flipped, twisting in a knot as you looked into David's eyes, not recognizing the man you loved. There was something present in his gaze, something predatory you had never seen before, and it unnerved you, causing your chest to flood with fear - and the boys could smell it.

"It's getting late, Mama," Dwayne silkily purred as he glided towards you, positioning himself behind your wheelchair to push you to your room.

"Yes, it is Dwayne," David commented in agreement, his voice taking on the tone you were used to, no longer the sinister drawl laced with threat that it was moments ago. "It's time to retire. We can have a little chat later, doll."

You nodded shakily, David and the boys following behind as Dwayne navigated you through the tunnels.

When you arrived at your room, he helped you into your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin and tucking you in as Queen scurried under the bed in fear.

"Goodnight, beautiful," Marko cooed, "sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs BITE." He commented with a wheezy giggle, emphasizing the word, 'bite.' The boys chuckled, blowing out the candles that lit the alcove where you slept before exiting, strolling down the tunnels, and leaving you alone.