𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝘧𝘪𝘹-𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘶

Eleven

I'm sorry for making Finney go through all of this😭😭😭

TW!!
MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, EATING DISORDER.

THIS CONTENT IS RATED 13+, AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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Finneys eyes fluttered open, and they scan the room. 'I forgot where I was for a second..'
He thought, as he looked at his pillow, which hadn't been a pillow at all. He was sleeping on robins chest, with Vance right next to him.

His face flushed a bright red, as he stumbled off the couch to go upstairs. He walks up the steps, the boards creaking when he tries not to wake the others. He opens the door to the kitchen, spotting Marie; making bacon and eggs.

"Ah, good morning Finney! How'd you sleep?"
She says, occasionally glancing at him then back to the pan full of bacon.

"It was good!" He answers, before checking the time on his watch. It read 7:25.

"What are you doing up so early? I thought you guys were for sure gonna sleep in a bit later?" She asked, and Finney shrugged.

"No one else is up?" she asked another question.

"No, it's just me." Finney smiles, running a hand through his some-what greasy hair.

She notices his emotions change to slight discomfort. "Would you like to have a shower?" She asked.

Finney nods.
"Yes, please! That would be wonderful."

Marie laughs, and guides him to the bathroom.
"Here you go. Oh- let me get you a towel, dear!" She runs down the hall, then quickly back to him, holding a light blue towel. He thanks her, before she goes back to cooking, leaving Finney to shower. He strips out of his clothing, leaving them on the floor, eager to feel the hot water against his skin. He quickly gets in, and turns on the water. It was cold at first, and Finney shivered, closing his eyes.
But soon enough, it heated up, and the warm soothing water trickles down his back.

He exhaled, as the steam filled the room.
Feeling calm, his eyes opened. But that comfort disappeared as fast as it came, as the loathsome memories flooded his head. His eyes shut, trying to drown out the thoughts with the warm water. But that water wasn't warm anymore. It no longer brought relief to him, as it brought discomfort and anxious; as if something bad could happen at any given moment. As if that man— the man from that night, would find him.

He snapped out of his eerie thoughts, and was quick to finish his shower. He got out as soon as possible, wrapping the warm, dry towel around him.

'I'm safe.' He reminded himself.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, looking at his clothes on the floor. The clothes Bruce had given him the night before. He didn't really want to get back into those clothes, considering how much he sweats throughout the night. He opened the door, unaware that Vance had gotten up, and was in the room across from the bathroom. It seemed as though he and Vance had opened their doors at the same time, as Vance's hand was still gripping the door knob. His eyes had widened, as he looked at finneys bare chest; his collarbones covered in light bite marks, and bruises.

Finneys eyes widened.
"Vance!" He scolded him, and Vance blushes heavily. "S-sorry!" He closed his door again, leaving Finney flustered, and a bit annoyed.
He rolled his eyes, knocking on Vance's now closed door. He heard light stepping from inside, stopping at the other side of the door.
It slowly opened, as Vance peeked through the crack, before opening it fully.

"What do you need?"
Vance didn't mean to sound that rude.

"Wow- uhm.. could I maybe borrow some clothes?" Finney asked, folding his arms, insecure of his body.