They Found Out | C.F. & O2L

Chapter 15

Connor's P.O.V.
Being released was probably not a good thing. It meant I had to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to talk again, I don't want to be so sad again. I hated it at home. I was happy the two days I got to be out, until it happened. That was not so fun. I'm glad I get to be around some of the boys again. Some less, because they want me to talk, but nonetheless very happy to see them again.

After we left Shawn and the boys at the hospital we got in the cars to go home. Hayes is staying with the Magcon boys again and Shawn has to stay at the hospital for one more night. Hospital policy. He might not have intentionally tried to kill himself, but it is what he did. Whether he wants it to be like this or not. He inflicted the wounds on himself. He was the one to go too far.

When we got home, I knew I had to talk again. Again at the table. Again with all the boys. And once again, tracing the age marks in the table out of habit. I sat down knowing they'd want me there. As proved, the guys sat around me and in front of me. Troye opened up a notebook and took a pen. I look at him questioningly, which is a miracle, because I tend to avoid eye contact in these situations. "Oh, this is going to help us. I'm going to make notes and write down rules that have to be followed by everyone." Troye answered innocently. I might have glared at him.

"Talk to us Connor." Kian sighed sadly. I know I'm upsetting the boys by keeping to myself, but I can't just talk to them. "You rather want to talk to Sweets?" I shake my head no. It's true. I don't want to talk to him. I don't want to talk to anyone though, meaning it's got nothing to do with Sweets. "Do you want to talk to Sam?" And I shake my head no once again. "Than what is it that you want? You can't go on like this Connor, and you know that damn well."

Ricky's P.O.V.
Kian is getting angry. Not with Connor, but with himself. He most likely doesn't feel like a friend to Connor right now, otherwise Connor would have talked to him. It isn't just him though. Like Connor mentioned before, he doesn't want to talk to anyone. I see Jc, who is seated next to Kian, put his hand on Kian's shoulder to tell him to calm down, or at least to shut up. Screaming at Connor isn't going to fix anything.

Connor's not talking and it doesn't really help us. We need to have a plan. A plan of getting him better. It's not going to get better if we don't do anything. And we need to do something before we lose him. And as scary as that sounds, we do need to prevent it. Kian gets up and walks into the living room. I get up to follow him, giving the guys a look to continue with Connor. We talked about what we were going to discuss with him and what we are going to tell him. It might be tough on him to hear the few drastic changes, but they are necessary if we ever want the real Connor back.

Kian was sat on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair. I sit down next to him, but don't make a move to try to talk to him or hug him. He needs this space right now. "I don't need your help. Go back to Connor. He does need you when the conversation is over." Kian spoke up. "No, no. That's not right. There are enough boys in the kitchen for Connor right now. You need someone too. We are one, okay. It's not right that we give Connor everyone, when someone else clearly needs someone too. I know you want to give everything to Connor, but we need you there as well. Connor needs you too. And if you need some time, we can all give you that, but not when you're on your own. It's not that we don't trust you, but we have to rely on each other every once in a while." I tell him. I didn't know how to stop talking anymore.

Kian slowly looked up at me and nodded, telling me he understood what I told him. I hugged him and he finally melted into the hug. I dried his tears and we made our way back into the kitchen where Jc had lost his temper. I placed Kian at the table and everyone fell quiet. I took Jc's arm who already stood up during his tantrum and took him rather harshly upstairs. When we were in his room I started to talk. "What was that all about?" Connor had been crying and it was pretty obvious that Jc had caused it. I just wonder why Tyler or Troye never stood up against him and put him back in place.