The submissive mushroom boy

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try not to cry
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Chase drives the 4 of them home from the hospital, holding hands with Wisam who's still not 100% himself yet. He looks in the rear-view mirror at Devy and Kevin cuddling in the backseat. The girls really traumatized both of them. Different ways but still, they're both traumatized from them and the only thing they both want is to be in each others arms. Devy is going to be staying with the trio for a few days until he's ready to go back to his house, memories of what happened flooding in as he holds Kevin closer. The small boy whimpering quietly from the tighter grip on him. The ride home is mostly silent, occasionally some whispering from the 2 in the front. Otherwise, it was a comfortable silence. They arrive home and Chase helps Kevin in the house, since he's still sore from- yk... Devy makes himself comfortable on the couch and watches as Chase helps Kevin to his room. The small boy lays down and cuddles with both of his mushrooms and very quickly falls asleep. Happy to be in his own bed. 
"How are you doing Devy?" Wisam asks the older
"I'm... doing.. I guess... I'm not doing well but I'm not doing bad I'm just... doing..."
"You need anything?"
"My memories erased of that day so I can go home and not feel like a burden to you guys"
"Dude you're not a burden to us" Chase says walking into the living-room.
"Yeah I am.. I've been nothing but a burden my whole life..." Devy says tears threatening to fall. 'Do not cry Devin... they are going to judge you'
"I doubt that" Wisam says grabbing Devy's hand
"I always have been" He says looking at Wisam's hand on his. 
"Tell us how you've been a burden your whole life then, I'm curious." Chase says suddenly interested in the story Devy might tell. 
"My dad died when I was 2" he starts.. letting the tears finally fall
"mom wasn't in the picture... I was raised in the foster system. Very behind developmentally. There was this one family.. treated me like an animal. called me an it, I was given some crackers every few days. I even had a bucket for a bathroom. They'd only ever clean me up when cps came to check on me, which they had to give a few hours notice. They'd pay attention to me. Pretend like I had a room worst part was I couldn't say anything"
"Why couldn't you?" Chase asks
"I was non-verbal until I was 9" 
"wow" the younger two say in unison.
"Anyways I remember after the time with that family was up the worker assigned to me picked me up, and when she found out just how malnourished I was she went to get her supervisor and got me a cup of mac and cheese with a spoon..." Devy trails off more tears falling
"I ate it with my fucking hands because I didn't know how to use cutlery. CPS ended up sending me to a special home for a few years where I learned basic things, like using cutlery and I learned how to talk. By the time I was 12 I was sent to a new foster home and I started to attend school.. that's where I met Talia... she was my first friend...Then some school bullies beat me up using my nickname from Talia which is now the name everyone calls me and I landed in the hospital for a week due to internal bleeding. When I was 18 I got kicked out of a foster home because it was my birthday and since I was 18 they wouldn't get more money for me" They both hug Devy and cry together for a while. Devy regretting nothing.