A Trios Love (MxMxM)

80: Moving

Mum left the room, and I stood astounded at what she was saying.

"Are you okay, Georgie?" Josh asks first, my lip quivered, and I bit down on it to suppress the tears threatening to fall. "If you want, we can get rid of her." I looked up and blinked a few times.

"No. She stays, he trains, or he's out." Will's dad chimes in, having stayed by the door that entire discussion. I lowered my head and glared at him.

"Did you know?" I asked, eyes trained on his. My jaw tensed as he kept his mouth shut. "DID. YOU. KNOW! did you fucking know that she was my mother?!" I yell at him, he was unaffected and had the same cold expression on his face. "Of corse you fucking knew."

"Dad. You knew? Why would you bring her here?" Will breaths out holding my waist. It was a comforting gesture, and it seemed to calm the anger and shame that has risen since my mother showed up.

"Yes, I knew." He let out a sigh. "When B found her and explained the situation, she asked if your name was George when confirmed she mentioned she was your mother and needed a conversation anyway. She was no harm to anyone, and I made the decision to let her speak to you."

"You had no right to make that decision." I look away from him. I was still getting over the fact my mother was alive at all, let alone the whole demon shit. How am I meant to comprehend that. "Whatever. I'm going to our room." I storm off bumping into Will's dad on the way, I don't know why, but it felt right. I didn't get in trouble, so when I got to the bedroom, I slammed the door shut. My heart was racing, and my skin was hot. I took a few deep breaths. I grit my teeth together, pacing back and forth, not sure what to do the the bubbling anger. I don't get angry much. I never have anything to get angry over. I have great partners in a great house with great friends. Any time I've been angry was small amounts over silly things like Delilah taking a toy I was using or when the blanket on the bed doesn't cover me right. But this was different. This was worse than when I thought will was ignoring me completely. I was little then. It made sense to be angry. But now it's just different.

It wasn't only anger I was feeling. I felt confused about my mother, concerned about myself and... sad. What were the 7 stages of grief again? What stage am I at?

I took one last deep breath before I just sat down, back leaning against the frame of the bed. Tears flooded my eyes, and I didn't stop them from falling this time. I hate all of this. Why can't I just be a normal kid again? I was traumatised, sure, but at least everything made sense, and all was normal. Now my life has been turned upside down, and I don't know what to do with myself. I bring my legs up to my chest and let out a sob or two.

There was a knock at the door. I jump at the sudden noise, and I see Josh walking in. He gives me an apologetic look and slowly walks towards me, closing the door behind him. Will wasn't with him. I sniffle when he gets closer. He sits next to me in pure silence, not touching me but offering a hug. He lifts his left arm and rests it above the bed and waits for me to lean into him before he wraps his right arm around me, caging me in a safe bubble.

"Will's screaming at your father for letting her in right now." He whispers into me hair. I let out another sniffle before humming, signalling that I was listening. "You should have seen his face, Will's dad, I mean. It's like Will's never gotten that mad at him all these years." He was trying to lighten the mood with a light chuckle.

"Is she still in the house?" I asked, needing to know I'm guessing she's gotten very comfy in my safe space. Like a parasite. Josh sighed before answering, confirming my suspicion.

"She's downstairs. Will said he'd work something out so you don't have to be anywhere near her." I nod, a sob was threatening to escape my mouth. Josh squeezes me tight, securing the bubble. A bubble that, that monster couldn't burst. I wrap my arms around Josh's waist and swing my legs across his lap, and dig my head into his neck.

"I hate her." I sob out, voice cracking. "I hate her, I hate her, I hater." I chant. "More than anyone else. More than anything else." My arms snake around his neck, and I squeeze him closer, even if it wasn't really possible it felt closer.

"I know, baby, she sucks." He kisses the top of my head. "She's the worst, and I don't want her here either, my love." He places another kiss. "Let's hope Will figures something out. I'm sure he will." Another kiss. Every kiss filled me with love. We stayed like that for a while every now, and then Josh would whisper something sweet in my ear and would rock me back and forth, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

The door opened, and Will trudged in, slamming the door, causing me to flinch and look up at the angry man. He sighed, seeing my fear. He carefully walked up to us, getting down on his knee to give me a kiss to the forehead and Josh a kiss to the lips.

"What's happening?" I asked fear, making its way up my spine, making me tense. He didn't seem too happy walking in.

"We're leaving." He says before getting up and walking to the walk-in and slamming them open. "Dads being an asshole and refusing to move her anywhere says she has to stay here." Josh and I got off the floor and followed in after him. He was grabbing clothes and throwing them into a suitcase, not caring if it all fit. "You remember that cabin I took you to on our first big date, George?" He looked over at me, and I gave a nod. That's the only place we can go to, at least temporarily. Just until we find another place to stay, further away from these assholes." My eyes widened, I didn't want to leave. Everything I know is here. Delilah, Jules, Ezra, Miss Chen, Rye, Charlie, everyone.

"But what about everyone?!" I asked. Why does she get to stay and I leave? She should get out, this is my house.

"I don't know, baby, it can be just until that lady leaves." He sighs, hair dishevelled.

"Babe, slow down. You're stressing out. Well, figure something out." Josh holds Will's hands, stopping him from throwing another item of clothing onto the already large pile.

"I can't leave everyone." I whisper out. Will let's out another sigh, swiping his hand over his curls. They were drenched with sweat, and he seemed very mad. Madder than I've ever seen him.

"You won't be. We'll visit almost every day, it's just temporary, think of it like it's a vacation just a couple of days away, just us three." He walks up to me, cupping my face. "Doesn't that sound nice? Just a couple days, no drama, no bad things, just us three together in a cabin winding down from everything." I nod my head. I knew it wasn't actually a vacation. That it was probably going to be forever, but I like the idea of no drama and winding down.

"Okay." I whisper. "But we have to stay bye to everyone. We can't just leave." I demand. The others should wake up soon if they already haven't, which Ezra probably hasn't. Just a vacation. Nothing more. It'll be fine.

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