You're My Reason Why (Boyxboy) #Wattys2016

Chapter Seventeen

(Eric's Pov)

I ran out of the house and down the street. I couldn't stop crying and my throat burned. I looked around and saw I was on Brooke Street. I'm about a half an hour away from my house. I wiped my tears and started to walk home.

I trusted him. How could he cheat on me?! And tell that fucking bastard about my attempt! Who knows who else he told! I stopped walking and punched a tree. "I HATE HIM!" I screamed. What's the point if I can't trust anyone? I have no one. . .no one loves me. I'm not going to let anything else hurt me ever again. I ran home and into my house. I saw Connor taking a nap on the couch and I walked past him to go up to my room. I shut my door and locked it before taking my notebook with all my reasons in it and ripping it apart. "There's no reason to live. . ." I said and threw the rest of the notebook across my room. I don't want to live anymore. I don't need to live anymore. I just need to die. 

I then heard a meow and saw Nemo on my bed looking scared. "Nemo, I'm sorry for scaring you," I said and picked him up. He started purring and I hugged him to my chest. I can't kill myself when Nemo needs me. I sighed and sat down on my bed. Nemo doesn't really need me, Ricky and his new boyfriend can take care of him. "He broke me, Nemo. He promised he would help me and he lied." I started crying again and Nemo meowed again. "I don't want to live with this pain. I have no one." 

(Ricky's Pov)

I sat in my car and slammed my hands on the steering wheel. "Goddammit! I hate May!" I yelled and shut my eyes tightly before taking a deep breath. "I need to find Eric to make sure he doesn't do anything." I put my car into drive and drove to Eric's house. I then put my car into park and got out. I walked up to Eric's front door and knocked.

"Ricky? Where's Eric?" Connor asked when he opened the door.

"Isn't he here?" I asked in panic.

"I don't know. I was taking a nap. Let me check," he said. "Eric! Are you home?!" No answer.

"Can I please check his room?" I asked.

"Ricky, what happened? Is Eric in trouble?"

"I don't know. . .he thinks I cheated on him and I'm scared he might do something," I said.

"Why would he think you cheated on him?" Connor asked.

"There's no time! Just let me check on him, please!" I begged.

"Let's go." I followed Connor up to Eric's room. We tried to open the door but found it locked. "Eric?!" Connor called. Connor banged on the door again but there was still no answer. Connor kicked the door and it flew open.

As soon as we ran in I felt like screaming and throwing up. "ERIC, NO!" I screamed and Connor ran over to his body. 

"He's still breathing. Call 9-1-1," Connor said with his voice cracking. I got out my phone and shakily dialed the number. 

"9-1-1 what is your emergency?" a man asked. 

"My. . .my boyfriend just swallowed pills," I said. He told me an ambulance was on the way and that we had to get him to throw up. "Get him to throw up." Connor nodded and took him into the bathroom. I heard him turn the shower on and I got off the phone. When I walked inside the bathroom, Connor was in the shower with Eric. There was throw up in the shower and Eric was coughing and crying. 

"Thank god," Connor said, "You're alive." Eric just cried harder as I stood in the doorway in shock. Eric tried to kill himself because of me. 

We heard an ambulance pull in and a paramedic ran up the stairs. Connor picked Eric up bridal style and took him downstairs with the paramedic. They were both soaked from the shower, but they didn't care. I followed them and Eric was put on a stretcher and into the ambulance. "Follow us to the hospital. We'll check him out and make sure everything's okay," the paramedic said. 

"Thank you so much," Connor said and walked back over to me. He then punched me as hard as he could and I put my hands up in defense. 

"Wait! It's a mistake! I didn't do this!" I yelled. My nose is defiantly broken. 

"Stay the fuck away from my family. He told me he saw you kiss another guy. He told me you told people about his attempt. I want you to get the hell out of his life and stay out," he said and I nodded slowly, not wanting to get punched again. I got up and held my nose as I got into my car. I drove to the hospital on the other side of town to make sure I don't run into Eric. I got my nose checked out and bandaged before driving home and sneaking up to my room. I sat down on my bed and put my face in my hands as I started to cry. 

(Eric's POV)

"Where did you get the pills?" the doctor asked. 

"I stole them from my parent's room. They're sleeping pills," I said.

"Why did you try to kill yourself again?"

"I hate life. I don't want to live in a world where I can't be happy or trust anyone," I said and shrugged. 

"You do realize it's up to your parents whether you get to go home or not?"

"I do," I said and he nodded and wrote something down. 

"Okay, you just rest. We'll let your family see you now," he said and I looked down at the blue blanket. The doctor left and I waited for my family to come in. 

"ERIC!" Mom yelled as she hugged me tightly. 

"Hi, Mom," I said. 

"What were you thinking!?" she asked. 

"I was thinking I wanted to die because I hate life and all the backstabbers in it." 

"Come on, Eric, don't say that," Connor said. His hair's still wet from when he woke me up with the shower. 

"Right, I shouldn't speak the truth." My voice has no emotion to it. I'm done feeling.

"Do you feel safe enough to come home?" Dad asked.

"Nope. I feel like I want to take some rope and tie a noose right here, right now," I said. My family looked horrified. Well, I'm just speaking the truth. Ricky killed the last bit of sanity I had left. 

"I'll sign the papers and they can put him in the treatment facility," Dad said. Mom burst out crying and Connor bit his lip. "Just get some rest. We'll talk about this more in the morning." I nodded and they left my room to talk I guess. I just kept staring at the ceiling, wondering how Ricky could do this to me. 

*It's pretty bad, but here's chapter seventeen. Tell me what you think and what you want to see next c:*