Fearless' perspective;
It was nearly the evening and I was wondering when Debut would get home, when she burst through my bedroom door.
"Woah, woah what's wrong?" She flung herself onto me and I wrapped my arms around her instinctively. "Baby what happened?" She shook her head against me and I took the cue, rubbing her back gently. I started wondering what happened; I knew that she got teased by the other kids at school, but I had a gut feeling that that wasn't it.
I hugged her and slowly helped her to stop crying before I asked her anything again.
"Can I ask you what happened?" I asked. She shifted to sit on my lap with her head tucked into my neck before she hesitantly nodded. "Was it one of the kids at school?"
"No," She whispered. I nodded, not being particularly surprised.
"You ready to talk about it yet? No pressure at all if you're not," I added.
"I don't wanna- um, I don't want to g- get her in trouble," She mumbled. I cocked my head, furrowing my brows and getting really confused.
"Who's 'her'?" I pressed gently.
"Poets," She breathed, so quiet I could barely hear her. I gasped, noticing the gash on the back of her head that had somehow gone unnoticed until then.
"Oh god, sweetie, what the fuck did she do?" I clapped a hand to my mouth as I ran a hand through her hair and gently pressed a hand to the cut which had seemingly stopped bleeding, but the blood had stained a small patch of her beautiful hair. "That looks bad, you need to get it checked out," I said worriedly.
"No! No, I'm not going to any doctor or anything because they'll ask how it happened and- and-"
"Wait go back a second, how did it happen?" It definitely didn't look like it had been done with a fist. Debut went quiet and I gritted my teeth, furious at Poets and seething at the fact that she had the heart- or more so lack of it- to hurt my girlfriend. I barely noticed when Debut spoke up again, because she was so quiet.
"She offered me a lift to school, because she said the buses were delayed," She whispered. I didn't like where that was going. "And then she kept going the wrong way and- and I told her to stop but she wouldn't"
"Oh god," I said, holding her tighter protectively.
"And then she stopped and asked me to look for something in her bag, and I think she must have hit me in the back of the head, because then I woke up in the back of the van in some random place I've never heard of,"
"Sweetie I'm so sorry," I said. I knew how hard it must have been for her, it would have been terrifying for anyone, let alone her, with what she had been through already.
"I just wanna be with you" she said tiredly. "I can't deal with anything else today."
"Anything for you babe," I said, earning a soft smile.
Poet's perspective;
Once I arrived back at the house the next day, I entered. I was slightly worried of what was going to happen, and it felt slightly weird to be walking through the house for the first time in what was only in reality a few days, but felt like so much more than that. Everyone seemed to have retreated to their respective rooms, so I decided to chill until dinner and then gauge how much damage Ana had done.
While I was sitting on my bed reading, my mind kept coming back to wondering about the possibilities of all the ways she would ruin my life. Obviously she would make them all hate me, and I was pissed off because I knew that she would definitely stick to her word about their imminent death if I ever told anyone what happened. But what if she couldn't kill them? What if I killed her first?
Poets what the fuck no
I sighed, shaking the thoughts off as I heard a faint call for dinner and hesitantly stood up and exited my room, walking down the stairs. The first few things that I noticed were the absence of Debut and Fearless and some faint bruises on Rep. Hopefully the second one was a coincidence.
"I'm just going to grab some dinner for me and Debut and head back u- Poets" Fearless stopped and glared at me. I looked up at her, hoping that she was merely noting my presence but however oblivious I am to social cues even I couldn't misread this one. 'I' had fucked up.
"Hi," I smiled weakly at her in an attempt to salvage the situation and maybe communicate that I am not, in fact, the person who everyone believed me to be, the imposter who had caused evident chaos across the last few days.
"Don't act like you don't know what you did." She said lowly.
"Wait what's happening?" Speak now asked- my saviour honestly, because I didn't particularly feel like going back and forth and have Fearless think I was acting the fool. "We know she's a bitch but what did she do now?"
Ouch.
"This bitch tried to fucking KIDNAP Debut," Her voice rose as she stared daggers right through my sole. Fuck I knew that she'd cause chaos, but I didn't think she'd go as far as to kidnap someone, especially not someone who had already been kidnapped and abused. Then I remembered that she didn't know that, so she just took Debut as an easy target.
"I did?" I couldn't help the shock that painted itself across my face, I was torn between what to do, did I go with it and pretend that I was just really a terrible person, or did I stick with myself and pretend I had no idea what they were talking about and that I had some disorder where I accidentally kidnapped people and forgot about it in a few hours? I couldn't live with myself if I did the former.
"Don't act dumb, why the fuck did you do that?" Rep tried to rise, only to be pulled down rather firmly by Lover.
"We don't need you in another punch up," She hissed, and I only picked it up by listening intently. I winced- Rep was definitely one to get in a fight with my sister.
"Just leave Poets no one wants you here," Folklore said quietly. She seemed more subdued than normal, and I gathered that Ana had probably been a piece of shit to her as well. That one hurt the most, I had real feelings for Folklore, and she was my best friend, the person I was closest to. I thought there might be a chance that she liked me back, but no, my sister couldn't let me have one thing in my life, the one thing that made me the happiest.
I bit my lip and walked back upstairs, not bothering with food. I couldn't bring myself to eat, not when everyone hated me, or the version of me they thought they knew.
I would have preferred to stay away.
A/N; I wrote this at the airport lol
