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Save me...part 2

FREDDIES POV
It has been almost a year since we lost Brian. We have all been severely traumatized. Especially John. He still thinks it's his fault. I have been ok. His death really affected all of us. Roger has been the most traumatized. He feels like it's his fault because he was on business.

So that brings us to now. I walk into the kitchen and see Roger. He's sitting there, staring into space. He hasn't blinked since I walked into the room. He's been having hallucinations and nightmares and migraines and I have a feeling he's been harming himself. I walk up to him and place a hand on top of his. He shakes his head and looks at me. "You good?" I asked him. He shook his head and tears welled up in his eyes. He hasn't broken down yet. I think this will
be his breaking point. He lets out a sob and looks right into my eyes and says the most heart wrenching words.

"It should've been me." he sobbed out. I run over and pull him into a hug. He sobs into my chest and shakes his head. "I can't do it. I can't. I cant do it anymore. I can't." he repeats these words multiple times. I shushed him and rocked him back and forth. It broke my heart to see him like this.

"I know darling. You can't do it alone. You have me and Deacy. We both care about you and want to help you the best we can." I whispered. He nodded and pulled back. He looks completely wrecked. He's got really dark eye bags and he's really pale. I haven't gotten a smile out of him in months. I haven't gotten him to eat for a week. He looks so skinny. He looks up at me and smiles a little. PROGRESSING. KEEP IT UP FREDDIE!

I smile back. He honestly looks a little relieved. I think breaking down helped him a little. The healing process will take forever. He'll never stop grieving. None of us will. "You should get some sleep. You look tired." I said.

"Yeah, thank you Freddie." he said. "No problem. You're still grieving. You'll never get it." I said and he nodded. He walked over to the couch and plopped down and snuggled into a blanket. He fell asleep within seconds. I smiled to myself. He actually looked peaceful. I figured I should go check on John. We've decided to get together. He's the best. It honestly started 3 years ago. We just never told anyone. Roger knows because he walked in on us making out the other night.

I walked up to our room and knocked. I got no response. I figured he's asleep. I opened the door and yes he's was asleep. He looked absolutely adorable. His hair was all messy. His face was content and his mouth was a bit open. I walked over to the bed and lied down next to him. I pulled him into my arms. His eyes opened and he smiled up at me. He leaned up and softly kissed me. I kissed back and he deepened it. He climbed into my lap and straddled my hips. He kissed me harder and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I moaned a little too loud. He started grinding against my crotch. I could feel his dick growing through his jeans.

We pull apart when we hear a knock on the door. "Come in." I yell. I see Roger timidly open the door and walk in. "Uh, I'm sorry. But your moaning woke me up." he mumbles. I have to remind myself of one thing. He had a relationship with Brian. He is still trying to piece himself back together.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We'll be quieter next time." John reads my mind and says. Roger nods and goes back downstairs. I look at John. He shakes his head and we fall asleep.

The healing process will take a lifetime but Roger deserves to be happy.