BestFriends? (Immortalfox)

Chapter 16 ~ It's not his fault

Sorry it's been awhile '-.-, I've have so much stuff to do, anyway the idea for the next few chapters is by Heather (heather122333) or Uberhaxorimmortal on tumblr (Just a little promo, she's amazing and everyone should follow her <3) Anyway that is all ^.^

I slowly opened the door to Seamus' room. How could he do that to me? I thought he loved me. And that he would never hurt me. Well I was obviously wrong. I slowly walked over to Seamus' bed. His room was smaller then mine and Eddies. The wall were a cream colour and full of poster. He had a queen size bed that was covered with a light blue blanket. There was a computer in the corner with his leather computer chair. There were games scattered around the multiple shelves on the walls. I painfully sat down on the bed, sharp pains still present in my lower back. Once I had sat down the pains had decreased slightly. 

There was a soft, quiet knock on the door.

Seamus slowly and quietly opened the door. He stood in the door way, my clothes hung over his arm. He looked at me and tried to put on a smile but I could tell that it was fake. He walked closer to me, his feet lightly touching the floor. 

"Here's your clothes, you can change in here" His voice was soft and caring. I slowly nodded as Seamus gently handed me my clothes. He shot me another soft smile as he turned to exit the room. 

I heard the door quietly close behind him. I pushed my body up off of the bed. I removed the bed cover that was hiding my body. I took each piece of clothing that Seamus had handed to me and started to put them on. I pulled the shirt over my head and placed each foot into my boxers, pulling them up around my waist. Seamus had also got me a pair of sweat pants. He must have got them from the dresser. I put my legs into the sweat pants and painfully pulled them up.  

I crawled underneath the blanket laid on Seamus' bed, weakness starting to take over my body. Questions running threw my mind. Why? 

Why would he do this to me?

I thought he loved me? 

What's going to happen tomorrow? 

Will he remember?

Should I forgive him?

My eyes widened as the realization hit me. Should I forgive him? Will anything go back to the way it was? Will I be able to face him again?

I pulled the blankets edge to my face as sweat began to trace down my face. My body was now shaking as chills shot down my spine. My eyes slowly closed as the room slowly started to fade.

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I loud bang shook the bed below me as my eyes shot open. I quickly jolted up out of bed as loud screaming and shouting echoed through the house. My eyes start to ache from the sudden light. 

"Why the fuck Sly?" Was heard from down stairs. I swung my legs off of the bed as I felt a slight pain on my lower back. Then it all came back to me.

Last night. That's why they're yelling. Eddie must have woken up before me. I pushed my body off of the bed making the pain increase. My back curved slighty as I tightly pressed my teeth together. I straighted out my body only to stumble over, gripping the bed for support. 

I don't know why I'm getting up. I don't want to see Eddie right now, not after everything he did. But there's something nagging at me to go downstairs. Nagging me to face him. Confront him. 

I took in a deep breath before exhaling. I once again pushed my body up. My body ached and stung. Now that I was fully standing, I slowly made my way for the door. 

"Did you ever think about Aleks?" Was the words I heard as the cold breeze from the hall brushed my face. The voice belonged to Seamus.

"I would never do anything to hurt him" Eddie's voice was stuttery. All the years I've been his friend I can tell when he's been crying. 

I slowly walked out of the room and made my way down the hall. What am I going to say to him? The same question rattled in my head.

"How could you do that to him?" James' voice echoed down the hall. They were all defending me. Eddie was on his own. Everyone was turned against him. I shook my head from the terrible thoughts. My baby, all on his own.

I made my way down the stairs, careful not to make any noise. As I got closer and closer to the first floor the voices got louder.

"Do you really think he'll forgive you?" The voice of James vibrated through the air.

Don't yell at him. It's not his fault. He was drunk.

There was a pain in my chest as I began to feel emptiness at the bottom of my stomach.

It's not his fault.

I made it to the kitchen door. I heard footsteps and sobbing on the other side.

It's not his fault.

Do I want to forgive him?

Do I still love him?

Do I?

My head began to ache as I thought about the man I loved.

Loved.

I slowly pushed open the door.

*Sorry it's not at lot I'll try to write more soon*