Pretty boy (Nick Sturniolo ff)

Chapter 9

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Nick POV

A few days have passed and I've distanced myself from everyone. Rarely leaving my room, even. Only to get food and use the bathroom.

I've talked to no more than two people. Not did I even talk to Chris and Matt. They were barely at the house anymore.

After that day, I've felt disgusted and untrusting of most. I've begun to slowly lose myself.

As I sat on my bed, curled up in the blankets, I got a text message. When I grabbed my phone and looks to see, it was from an unsaved number that I didn't recognize.

It read,
"Is this Nick's number?"

This was odd to me but I wasn't sure to respond or not. Or if I should just tell them they got the wrong number.

Then I decided to text back.

"Yes. Who is this?"
"It's Ben."

Seeing his name kinda surprised me and made me confused.
"How did you get my number" I texted back to him.

It took a few minutes for him to answer.
"Don't worry about that. Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."
Him texting me like this felt quite unusual seeing as how he doesn't like me because I'm gay, or supposedly doesn't like me.

He replies back.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner to stop what Kieran did. Unfortunately this isn't the first time he's done this to someone."

I take a deep breathe reading that and feeling my heart drop. This isn't the first time he's done this?..

But who else has he done this too?
I just won't dare to ask.

"Well it already happened. It's in the past let's just leave it alone."

That was all I said back to him.

"Right. Your brothers are worried about you. They said you won't leave your room." He replied.

I wasn't really in the mood to talk to him right now to be honest. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

"So?"  That was the only thing I said back to him.
"Go look outside." Him saying that made me feel weird.

I furrowed my brows and got up from my bed. My legs had gotten weaker since all I do is lay down.

As I made my way to the door slowly, I opened it and walked to the front door. I look out of the peek hole and didn't see anything, which confused me as-well.

I unlocked it and opened it. When I looked down I saw a McDonalds bag with a drink beside of it. I bet down to grab it and stood up.

Why was he being so nice? He gets my number and checks up and now sending me food?

This was all confusing for me. I just shrug and close the door, and also locking it. As I reached the dining table, I set it down and pull out my phone, texting Ben.

"Why did you buy me food? But thank you anyways." I said.
"Don't worry about it. Enjoy." He said.

All I did was shrug and sit down, to eat. This was the first time in a few days I've actually left my room and chill out here.

I started eating and scrolled on my phone. Ben's Instagram page popped up on my feed. As anyone would do, I click onto his profile and look through it.

Most of the pictures on his page looked like him at parties or with friend. There was only a few that were of just him.