Rain Fall / dnf

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Tw: abuse, mentions of sexual assault, panic attackkk

It's the next morning, I wake up and clays fast asleep beside me.

We got back to my room last night and we smoked a joint before going to bed.

I don't know why I smoke so much. It just makes me feel more secure and relaxed. Like nothing can go wrong in the moment.

Plus I have Clay with me so it's even better. He gets really clingy whenever he smokes, so I like it when he cuddles up on me or lays on me.

I notice he has been a tiny bit distant. He doesn't really talk as much to anyone. Before he was always the one talking and having fun.

But he's made himself more quiet and less present even though he's in the room.

I know part of it has to do with the video. He hasn't really talked about it. The first day or so after it was leaked he only made sure I was okay.

I know he's stressed but I don't know how to help him. I'm not really good at that sort of thing...

I leave my room quietly, going downstairs and into the open house. It's pretty quiet from what I know, and I don't think anyone's awake.

I clean up the almost empty bottles of alcohol from the table, putting them back into the cabinet and making sure they're all in the right place.

I should probably call Lyra to see if they're down for the museum later today. Chances are they probably will come.

I clean the kitchen a little, and then I hear footsteps from the stairs.

I look up to see Punz coming down the wooden steps near the living room, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Sorry— did I wake you up?" I ask.

"No no— I've been awake since we left the pool." He says as he walks into the kitchen and sits down at the chairs.

"How come?" I ask curiously, putting the dishes into the sink as quietly as possible. Making sure not to wake up the others.

"Karl and Sapnap." He laughs, "fucking hell dude— I know half this place is sound proof but I think you gotta make it more stronger or something—"

I laugh, "I'll talk to them."

He laughs and rubs his eyes as he stands up, well I'm gonna go get sleep.

I laugh, "alright.."

He goes back upstairs, leaving me in the kitchen alone.

I clean up the table, wiping it down with a wet paper towel before throwing it in the garbage.

I grab a bowl, grabbing cereal and place it on the counter.

There's a sudden knock at the door..

I leave the kitchen, run over to the foyer and unlock the door and open it.

Maybe it's a mail guy or Joyce stopping by—

I look forward, in front of me at the person standing at the doorway.

My father is standing there with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. His face filled with anger as he stands there.

"You fucking cunt. How dare you fly here and trash my house with your dirty little fucking friends!" He shouts as he steps in and slams the door behind him.