ⱠØVɆ...? (Evan x Gregory platonic) FNaF

ƈԋαρƚҽɾ ҽιɠԋƚ - ɳҽɯ ყҽαɾʂ ҽʋҽ ʂρҽƈιαʅ

Angst chapter:

I'm so sorry for not posting :(

anyways, I just lost motivation and I've been feeling kinda low lately. But I'm still sorry for not posting. Hope you like this chapter.

(basicly last chapter was a Christmas special, and this time, I decided to do a New year's eve special which will be this chapter.)

Implied talking about rape in this chapter!!! Don't read if you feel uncomfortable!!! it's only talked about it at the beginning of this chapter!!

Gregory's POV:

I was sitting down at the dinner table, watching Evan eat the rest of his food, because I had already finished eating. The way his mouth was gently placed on his fork and lightly sucked and tugged at it was just... I don't know how to explain it... Ever since that day I haven't been able to think straight... I love him... but... I see him more as a close friend at the same time, I didn't know why this was happening... I don't know how to react...

None of us have talked about what happened to Victoria together because, I just don't feel comfortable talking about it... Ever since that day... The day we found out about her past. It's quite disgusting but, I really feel bad for her. Now she lives a better life his her new adoptive parents, but the memory of those moments will never leave her side...

like they say... It's easier to remember bad memories then good memories...

The day they saved her... I'm sure that she is ever so thankful that they saved her...

Victoria's POV:

I keep on remembering... The pain... The agony... Why was it so painful? Why did I trust him? Why did I believe her? Why... Just why?

I remember... Everything... I was on my knees... on the ground. The pain in my lower stomach, The sweat dripping from his head to my back... The smell... Oh that the smell was horrendous... I was screaming for him to stop... But there was no hope... I couldn't run off... stuck there... in my own room with my blood stained pyjama shirt...

After the death of my mother, my father started going in a state of constant abuse... I still have scars on my back from those moments... Not just that, but my older sister... She was... horrible... She told me that I was lying about what my father did to me... But deep down, I know that she knew what he had done... I hate her... I hate him... I hate everyone... But, I could never hate Elizabeth. She's too sweet, too kind. I love her too much. She is my pride of joy...

Evan's POV:

Once I finally finished eating, I picked up my plate and put it in the dishwasher.

"Does anyone need to use the bathroom, cause if not then I'll go get washed."

Everyone looked at me and all told me that they didn't need to use the restroom or that they used it earlier. Afterwards, I went to go grab my things and headed to the bathroom. Once I got inside, I closed and locked the door and I turned on the water. While waiting for the water to get warm, I took off my clothes and placed them all in the laundry basket. I hopped in the shower and rinsed my body. The way the warm water hit against my skin and poured down my body felt amazing. I started washing my body with lavender body wash and washed my hair with my coconut sented shampoo. Once I was finished, I grabbed my towel and started drying my body when I accidentally... touched myself... It felt... Weird... But even if it happens, I'm not the type to touch myself anywhere near that area. Afterwards, I put on my pyjama and went back to the kitchen to find everyone at the dinner table. They were all talking and everything was just so peaceful...