TW for depictions of domestic abuse and implied child neglect
Lampert sat on his bed, on the verge of tears. Yelling could be heard from downstairs. His dads were fighting again, over the same shit they always do. He didn't understand why they couldn't just agree to disagree. He decided to text his boyfriend, Infected.
L: Hey Kasp. Is it alright if I come over??/?
I: sure dude!!1!!1 you dont have to ask
L: Thank you so much, I'll be over in a few.
Lampert put his ifone down and sighed. he didn't want to go down and hear his parents argue more. He reluctantly walked down the stairs, and at that moment, all hell broke loose.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAN'T JUST AGREE WITH ME!! YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT!!" Wallter said, clearly drunk off of that grey stuff.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YER TALKIN ABOUT. BECAUSE ALL YA DO IS DRINK THAT THERE GREY STUFF ALL THE TIME. IT MAKES ME SICK." Mark yelled back.
"MAKES YOU SICK, HUH?! YOU PIECE OF-" Wallter threw an empty can of the grey stuff at Mark's head. Hard. (I ALMOST FUCKING CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS PART) Lampert quickly left the house and slammed the door. He couldn't stand hearing his parents fight. Or seeing, for that matter. He quickly made his way to the elevator. He inserted a coin into the slot, setting the button for Infected's apartment. Lampert's breathing was heavy and shaky. A few moments later, the elevator arrived at Infected's apartment. Lampert stepped out and knocked on the door. Infected opened the door.
(For the sake of clarity Infected will be talking normally, but he is still sick so just imagine him talking all wonky)
"Hey brah!"Infected said.
"Hey.." Lampert said. He tried his hardest to put on a smile, but it was obvious something was wrong.
"Yo, what's wrong? You seem off.. " Infected asked as he shut the door behind them.
Hearing the question, Lampert broke. He buried his head in Infected's chest, bursting into tears. Infected knew this was serious because normally, Lampert would never act like this, let alone cry.
"Oh shit. Is it... that.. again?" Infected asked. He knew that sometimes Lampert's parents would argue, but it usually never caused him to break down like this. It must have been really bad tonight.
Lampert nodded. The crying turned into uncontrollable sobbing as he was gasping for air, gripping Infected's back. He cradled Lampert's head in his hands, letting him cry. A while later, Lampert had finished crying. Infected's shirt was soaked with tears, but he didn't care.
"You ready to talk, babe?" Infected asked. He would never force him to talk if he didn't want to.
"Y-Yeah. My parents were fighting again, and tonight it got really bad. Wallter, he- *hic*- he threw a can at Mark." Lampert's voice was shaky. "And the worst part is... they were so busy fighting that they didn't even notice me leave." He started crying again. Infected held him closer as he cried into his shoulder. "It's like- *hic*- they don't even know I'm there." He sobbed. Infected's grip on him tightened. "Do you mind if I stay a couple of nights? I just.. don't want to be at home right now." Lampert said between sobs.
"Of course you can." Infected said, rubbing Lampert's back to try and comfort him.
"Thank you so much, Kasper..." Lampert said. He was the only person who called Infected by his real name.
Eventually, as they sat on the couch, Lampert fell asleep, cradled in Infected's arms. It was nice to be held by someone, since clearly his parents didn't give two shits about him.
(wow uhhhh next chapter will be more lighthearted, but give me suggestions on what to write next)
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