LANER [Joshler]

ONE

a/n: I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this shit updated. school is a wreck and so am i. Maybe this 1890 words will make up for it?

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A soft, repetitive sound continued to harbor from inside the living room. Small, violent slaps and crying could be heard.

Stains adorned the wall and the wooden planks. Brown stains and yellow dots spotted everything-even the bed the brunette sat on. A smell that had become so natural to Tyler's mind and nose, it wrapped around him in the sweaty room.

The black tank top he had on hid the rest of his otherwise naked body. Covering a skinny body and sharp features. Another loud screech sounded from behind the door of his room to the rest of everyone else's. Quickly, Tyler snaked the black blanket from his body and crawled to the door from where the sounds were resonating from. Sticking his sweaty hands on the cold floor and hoping to not make as much noise as he thought he was, Tyler crawled past the entrance of his room.

The floor squeaked and he just about threw up from the fear that maybe he had heard it. Buckets of sweat pooled around his small body as he awaited his death. His chest quaked like it housed an earthquake. Signals pumping out that he had heard that minuscule squeak.

Nothing happened for a good two minutes, until the same sounds were hitting his ears again at a more comprehensive level. It took another two minutes for Tyler's heart to calm and his head to stop spinning and yet another two for him to gather the specks of courage he sometimes held to sneak past the bathroom and into the kitchen that connected to the living room.

"You. Are. Supposed. To. Listen." He hissed.

A sharp sounding slap after each syllable, Tyler found it incredibly hard to not scramble to his feet right then and there and punch him in the jaw or pin him down or something. But he bit his cheek, and waited to see. Nothing else mattered right now. Not until he could get some sort of proof if he ever wanted to get them out of here.

Tyler's knees stuck themselves in his chest while his palms pressed into the dirtied blue tiles, moving along quietly. He couldn't remember the last time he hadn't done this. Hadn't woken to just breakfast and a kiss. Hadn't woke to anything but buzzing alcohol and hangovers. Not ever.

"Do you hear me? Stop crying"

The tv was on. He could tell because there's loud laughing and nobody ever laughed in this house. Not around him. Not unless there were drugs or booze being inside bodies. Which definitely wasn't the case, not now at least, not with what was happening.

hahahahaha

Wondering why the hell the tv was even on in the first place surprised Tyler before anything else he saw next. Because, First, David hated television and the bill it rang up. Second, Everyone here knew he hated it. And third, The only time he ever turned it on was when Mindy was over. And as far as Tyler knew, she was still in LA.

"I'm...Sorry" Glem whispered, softly.

The brunette could tell it was him by the way his voice shook and his skin boiled whenever David was around.

And finally, and for the last time, a loud resounding slap was heard. It slapped the insides of Tyler's skull and painted his bones a nasty red color. He tried to remember when the appropriate time space was for him to go and get glem. Odds are, maybe an hour or two.