--= Kenny's + P.O.V. =--
Pacing back and forth in the Living Room I heard Preston's cries from upstairs quickly quiet down.
Not long after Choco came down the stairs with an exhausted look plastered to his face...... God even when he's tired he's still gorgeous....
Its been three months of this. Trying to put Preston to sleep, he wakes up, screams and cries then one of us has to put Preston back to bed.
The first few days was hell. But I'm pretty sure after three months people's sleep schedules change. If it didn't.... God help us all...
Anger bubbling inside of me I stalked over to Choco's side. Giving myself a seat as we both made our way to the couch.
".....We gotta ask him." I blurted out. Choco shooting me a look I felt annoyance tick inside of me thanks to what Choco said.
"No."
"Choco! It's been three months! I love Preston as much as you do but, we can't just push aside three months of cowering and act like its nothing!" I scowled.
Exhaustion and frustration glimmering brightly in my eyes, Choco just stared at me with little to no emotion on his face.
"Kenny, can't you see Preston's unstable? I mean, hell, Preston isn't one to just get up, high tail it out of somewhere important and leave!
If something is wrong then Preston will be the one to tell us. And I do NOT want you to pressure Preston into talking. Is that clear?" Choco scorned.
The logic and reasoning leaning more towards Choco's opinion I nodded. Venom thickly lacing my voice at what I said next.
"Crystal."
--= Jerome's + P.O.V. =--
"Rob, he's driving me insane." I sighed. Stressfully pulling a hand through my hair Rob just gave me a cold look before answering.
"Hey, you were the one who decided to leave Jerome." Rob pointed out. Groaning loudly at this overly repeated movement Rob scoffed.
"Don't even mention that Rob. Cause I know you and leaving people, don't think I'm as blind as everyone else." I smirked.
Rob's face immediately falling my smile grew even wider. Success. A sigh escaping my lips I lazily played with the pencil on my desk. Rolling it back and forth.
"Jerome, why don't you just come back? It'll be easier on everyone." Rob tried. Anger bubbling inside of me I glared deeply into the screen that Rob's face was on.
Imagining how Rob's face would look like if I punched it with a hammer.......I know it would be rude......But In my somewhat unstable brain it just checked off on my list as funny.
"Rob, I can't go back. Mitch can't either.....I swear I've seen enough depressing scars and ropes, and if I see another, I think I'm going to flip out and kill myself." I spoke up.
Trying to act stubborn I knew on the iNside I was begging to go back to the people I loved. But doing that meant putting the most important one in my life on the line......
And I can't do that.....But that's just me,.... Or......The voices.....
