They Found Out | C.F. & O2L

Chapter 2

Connor's P.O.V.
When I get home I walk into the living room. The boys are seated on the couch in silence. They look up when they hear me walk in. The three of them look very upset. My shoulders sag. I hurt them again. "Where were you?" Ricky asks me. "After you brought the guys home, which was hours ago." He adds. I stand still in the doorway. "I went to Starbucks." I tell him. "Do you have a receipt?" Jc asks. "Really?" I ask him not believing he is seriously asking me for a receipt. "When I can lose a friend? I am deadly serious." Jc states. I grab the receipt from my pocket and show him. "Okay, cool." He says when he gives it back to me.

"Am I dismissed or not?" I ask them. "Is something bothering you?" Kian asks me. I shrug "Why are you asking that?" I respond. "Don't answer my question with a question." Is the only thing he says. "No, seriously. I don't get the question. Why would something be bothering me?" I ask him. "You were afraid to be home alone, you stayed away for hours after you brought the guys home. You obviously took some time to think. What did you need to think about?" Kian rambles. "I guess I just needed some time to think. You know I'll be fine. I've got you guys, I've got the other two guys, I have my family, I have Sweets for now and I even got more people when all of the before aren't reachable." I laugh at myself.

"I just want to know if you need more help than just Sweets. I know you dislike seeking help, but we can't bare too see our friend go spiraling down again. We've had that once and we hated to see you like that. We don't want that to happen again." Ricky steps in. "I know  you guys care about me" *cough* lie *cough* "but I'll be fine. I really will be. I just need some time to get myself straight again. I admit that I've been out of it, but Sweets is going to help me back up. And if you guys don't decide to give up on me, then I won't either." I tell them. "Good. That's good. Just make sure you say something when you do get bad, okay?" Ricky makes me promise. "I promise." I tell him and I can go upstairs.

The way upstairs is relatively simple. I just take two steps at a time and am upstairs in no time. I walk around the corner and go into my room which is the second reachable bedroom from the stairway. I get in and make sure I lock the door correctly. I know how wrong this is, but I hate myself for what I told the guys downstairs. I'm already bad again, and I know I won't get better soon. I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but if Sweets doesn't interfere, I can be gone soon and then the boys won't have to deal with me anymore.

My attached bathroom has got my secret stash. A stash I have been keeping from the boys. It's got some drugs, I haven't used in a while, but they are there in case I feel the need, but the most important contents are the blades I have. There are a few. Six to be exact. They all have their own story on how I got it. I have used them all several times. Three are getting blunt, two are okay and the last one I got is the best at the moment. It's still very sharp. I find the box in its hiding spot and take out the newest and sharpest one. I forgot to lock the bathroom door, so I still do that in order to prevent them from entering it. Extra precaution after locking my bedroom door.

After feeling like I've made enough cuts I bandaged up my arms and hid them under my sweater sleeves. I clean the blade and put it back in the box that I lock up. I unlock my bathroom door and decide to go downstairs to get something to drink and eat, in order not get anyone suspicious, before going to bed. The blood loss took its toll on me and I'm a little tired. I unlock my bedroom door and find Jc seated against the wall next to the door.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him. "Men, I thought you were never going to open it up." He laughs. "What's going on?" I ask him again, just in a different kind of question. I walk out of the doorway and close the door behind me holding onto the doorknob. Not to prevent myself from falling over or anything. "I guess I wanted to ask you if you were up for watching a movie with me and the guys." He tells me. "The guys and I." I correct him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, are you coming or what?"  He asks me. I sigh. "I guess I'll come, but don't blame me if I fall asleep halfway through the movie." I tell him as we both start to make our way downstairs.