TPOT has been cancelled due to health risks, and Two does their best to be optimistic. Receiving support from friends can sometimes lead to more problems
Warnings!!
This book contains gore, violence, themes of ED's and other disorders such as BPD a...
Warnings! This chapter contains violence, discomfort in eating (slight mention), and injury in the art!
sorry this chapter is so short, enjoy!
After waking up probably 6 times throughout the night, it was morning. My alarm went off at 6:30, and I dragged myself out of bed, slipping my feet into my slippers. I honestly forgot I had them, I never wore them.. I got them as a joke, anyway..
I shuffled quietly out of the room, glancing at the sleeping X before going through the hall. I was as quiet as possible when passing the couch, desperately not wanting to wake Two and get trapped in a conversation.
I went into the kitchen, grabbing a pan, some eggs, and a pack of bacon all as quietly as I could manage. I let out a small sigh. It felt like it had been forever since I had a moment alone in my safe space. I always loved cooking, especially for others. Maybe not everyone, but at least X. I liked to cook for X. He always made me feel comfortable eating too, I didn't know how to explain it.
My eyes linger on the medicine shelf for a moment. How many days had I missed..? I didn't know, but I felt fine, so maybe I didn't need them anymore. I continue with breakfast, soon being joined by a yawning, groggy X. I smiled, not even needing to say anything. It had been a while since I felt this comfortable in my home.
Of course, all good things must come to an end, as Two had woken up soon after. I could almost feel their presence from behind as they entered the room. In what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Whatcha cookin', good loo-"
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"STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME!" I had lost it, turning around in a panic and swinging the pan into their face. I dropped the pan as they stumbled back, X quickly standing up. "WHAT THE HELL FOUR!?" X yelled, quickly rushing over to Two. My mouth hung open as I steadied myself on the counter. What the fuck was that!?
"Oh my god- I'm- I'm so sorry-" I hesitantly walked forwards, looking at the burn on Two's face. My hands were tingling, I felt disgusted with myself. Why was I lashing out so much? This wasn't normal. I didn't even think when I swung, why was it always like this?
Two didn't seem mad, or even scared. They just winced, clearly trying not to cry from the pain as X inspected the damage. I felt like shit. Even if I hated them, I didn't want to act on anything.. My heart dropped as X shot me a glare, walking Two off to somewhere else to help them.
X was mad at me.
I felt like my world was falling apart. X wasn't supposed to get mad at me. Maybe he hated me now! Maybe he always did...
I sacrificed so much for him anyway, why should I care if he hated me? Maybe it would be better if he did leave me.
