BEHIND THESE DOORS

7

Eyes POV:

I couldn't stop the tears that flowed from my eyes, spilling down my cheeks and onto the floor. I locked the door behind me, desperately trying to stop the tears streaming from my eyes.

I helplessly let out a sob, my back hitting the door as I slid to the ground.

I didn't even know why I was crying... I never cried, I never had a reason to feel the way I did... but I did. I felt absolutely terrible in that moment. I couldn't stand knowing that everyone thought I apparently had sex with my best friend. Where would that have even come from?!

I always got so pent up over sexual things. Hell, I stopped reading Twilight when Bella and Edward banged. I always shut my eyes whenever sex scenes would come up in movies, I always covered my ears when someone made an inappropriate joke... I was just such a little fucking pussy.

Why was I like this? I don't have sexual trauma, I don't have a reason to be so scared.

The door banged and vibrated behind me— someone was knocking, aggressively at that.

"Eyes, let me in!" Screech called from behind the door. I wanted nothing more than to see his face in that moment, but I couldn't bring myself to pull myself off the ground. I just let my eyes leak, I gave up on trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I wiped my tears, only for my face to get wet again, immediately.

"Eyes, please—"

"Back up," I heard Shadow's voice from behind the door. "I got this."

"SHADOW, NO—!" Halt yelled.

The door came flying off the hinges, breaking down on top of me. Oh, and on top of that, Shadow fell on top of the fucking door from breaking it down. So, now I was squished under this door. God fucking damn it. Screech ran in, stepping on the door for a second before flipping the door up. I felt like a dead little bug.

He knelt down next to me. "Fuck— Eyes, you gucci?"

I let a few more tears fall from my eyes before I let out a little laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "I'm fucking Prada." When I opened my mouth, the salty taste of blood laced across my tongue.

"Your nose is bleeding..."

"Yeah," Screech lent out a hand that I gladly took, pulling me up. 

"Uhm— shit..." He took his hoodie sleeve and held it up to my nose.

"... that's gonna stain."

"Didn't really think this through..."

Shadow got up off the floor and casually walked out like nothing happened, but got dragged back in by the hair by Halt.

"YOU LITTLE MOTHERFU— Eyes, are you ok?!" He immediately turned to me, taking Screech's sleeve off my face to inspect me, spotting my bloody nose. She turned back to Shadow and gave him the look.

"I'm fine, Halt..." I tried to force a smile, despite the tears coming from my eyes.

"Poor thing— sit down, I'll be right back." They turned and power walked out of the room, Shadow in hand. I did as Halt told me to do and sat down on the bed, Screech taking a seat next to me.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say. Hell, I  didn't know what to say. What do you say when this shit happens??

Rush peeked his head in. "Just making sure y'all aren't fucking..."

"FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, WE DIDN'T—" Screech yelled.

"Mhm, ok, queers."

Ambush peered in. "Did you guys fuck?"

"Leave them alone," Figure cut in. "They didn't."

"Ok, yeah," Rush quipped, walking away, Ambush close behind him.

Figure stepped into the room and sat beside me. I made a point to note that they weren't in their entity form for once. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah..." I muttered, lying through my teeth. I sighed. "no... no I'm not..."

He wrapped his arm around me, side hugging me. They always gave the best hugs, I made sure to wrap my arms around them in return.

I looked over to Screech, about to wrap his arms around me as well, but he hesitated... He got up, shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, and shuffled out.

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Screech POV:

I watched as Figure wrapped their arm lovingly around Eyes' side, and Eyes wrapped his arms around him in return— burying his head in their chest...

Fuck, why was I jealous!?

He was allowed to fucking hug other people, why did I not want him to? I reached my hands out to join, but I hesitated... My hands shook out in front of me. I looked down at them— they were shaking, but it was like I couldn't move them. Eyes looked back at me.

I froze for a second, briefly meeting his amber eyes before his bangs fell in front of them again. I tried to give him a smile, but half way through I just gave up and it came out all wonky. I awkwardly stood up and shoved my hands into my pocket, and I walked off.

My footsteps felt too loud, my whole existence felt too big. I lowered my shoulders, hunching my back. I was embarrassed. I honestly felt really selfish.

I didn't know where I was going, all I knew was that my feet were moving below me in the direction of the door that led to the rest of the hotel.

I... needed a break. I needed to take a walk.

Apparently I did.

"Yo, Screech, did Eyes fuck good?" Rush teased, yelling over at me.

My eye twitched, and I fucking snapped. "I DON'T KNOW, WHY DON'T YOU GO FIND OUT, JACKASS!?"

A silence fell over the room, before Rush spoke. "... Motherfucker, what—?"

"Are you asking him to be a pedophile!?" Ambush chimed in.

Hide burst out of their closet. "WHAAATTTTT—"

"YOOOO, FUCK IS UP, DRAKE—" Ambush yelled.

"Who's Drake?" Hide turned to Ambush.

"You think he has a Drake Snake?" Rush added.

Ambush nodded. "Yeeaaahhhh! That's  why Eyes' virgin ass did him!"

"I'm sorry, what??" I asked, tilting my head. "Fuck is a Drake Snake?"

Rush and Ambush laughed. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave.

The fuck is a Drake Snake...

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(A/N: Sorry that I was gone for a few days— this was supposed to come out a few days ago, but then I had a family reunion, then I got sick :/ anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter! Sorry to my fellow flops who had to endure the Drake jokes, I couldn't help myself... I low key might just make them juul in the next chapter LMAAOOOOO)