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Four Days 'Til Christmas (Part One) - All The Things I'm Feeling.

Troye's pov

Another good fuck later, I wake up a bit early in the morning energised and feeling fuzzy. Is that weird? I never feel like that. Hmm, all well. And when I say 'a bit early in the morning', I mean four am.

I jump out of bed and pace around my room, turning the lights back on and cleaning up a bit. I gather the dirty clothes all over my carpet and shove it into a hamper, I pick up the bags upon bags of junk food and bottles of liquor I stole from Mum and Dad, throwing the rubbish in a bag and tossing it by the stairs leading out of my room. Humming to myself, I skip over to my speaker and hook up some tunes. I keep it low, feeling generous to the two sleeping above me.

Hell, I probably kept them up a bit late hours prior when begging for more and more with Krampus's cock buried in my ass. Keeping it down now is the least I can do. I continue cleaning up and throwing in a few awful dance moves here and there, twirling in circles and flopping my hands out.

I call Allie and see how she's doing, seeing what's new in her life. She grumbles and yells at me for waking her up, calling me a headass bitch before hanging up and most likely hiding back under her blanket. I shrug and flop down on my bed.

I wonder what Krampus is up to. Is he torturing other kids?

Well, what he did to me earlier didn't exactly feel like torture...

I wonder what he does to them.

"Troye? Troye, you okay?" My little brother, Tyde, questions, popping his little head out of the corner of the stairs.

I flinch out of my thoughts and look over at him.

"Hey- yeah, what are you doing awake? It's... six am." I look down at my mobile, glancing back at him and frowning.

He shrugs, "Someone was keeping me up."

My brows crease up as I pat my bed for him to come sit down. Hesitantly, he sits down and hangs his feet off the mattress.

"Who's keeping you up? Is it... you know who?" I ask suspiciously.

And like that, my mind spirals into defence mode. What if Krampus messes with him too? He's only fourteen... He's still young and innocent. What if he scares him? What if he doesn't...?

Tyde contorts his face, "You know who? What do you mean?"

I sigh, looking down at my lap, "Y'know... Krampus."

He scoffs, "Krampus? Troye, have you gone mad??"

I sink back in seconds, both embarrassment and sadness showering down on me.

"No, for real. It was one thing when you hide away in your room all the time like the depressed kids at school, but saying shit like folklore? You're fucking insane." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't know how we're even related." He grumbles.

My jaw drops a bit as my heart sinks to my feet. I swallow harshly and nod, "Sorry, I'm just- just tired is all. I'll uh- I'll try to be better. I didn't mean to upset you, Tydels."

He glares at me, "Don't call me that. In fact, don't call me anything. You're nothing to me. I was just coming down here to warn you ahead of time that I'm telling Mum and Dad about how you're sneaking boys down here at night. I don't know how you're doing it, but I hear it every night. It's disgusting."

I bite down on my bottom lip, just nodding through tears.

"Okay, I-I'm sorry." I whisper, begging my eyes to stop welling with tears.

"Try harder next time. You can tell that boy you're hiding down here to come back on out now. I'm leaving." He gets up and storms off up the stairs.

"I'm sorry," I choke out as he opens the door and slams it closed. I hear him pat his little feet to his room and slam that door shut as well.

Embarrassment. Guilt. Fear. Exposure. Lost.
Maybe even a dash of Devastation.
All The Things I'm Feeling.

I let go and cry out, clutching my stuffie and hiding under my blanket. I gasp for air as my tears roll down my pillow, my entire body trembling as I'm hit with so much emotion at once. Everything feeling like too much, I hit a hand at my head trying to rid the immense sadness from my mind.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so f-fucking sorry!" I yell to no one, hitting my mattress with a clenched fist.

"Troye?... No, no, no, what happened?" I hear him rush up to me, I don't budge.

"Angel, talk to me, why are you crying?" He questions, pulling my blankie away from my face and sitting down on his knees on the floor.

I sniffle, holding my head in my hands, "P-please keep your voice down."

He nods, features contorted in concern. I didn't know Krampus felt such a thing as concern.

"What happened?" He utters.

"I- he... it's nothing. I'm just- just overreacting is all." I lie right through my teeth.

He frowns, sighing, "Tell me who made you cry, Troye. I don't see everything."

Oh god, this is so stupid.

"It's nothing, just my l-little brother. He was tired and said some things... he was just tired, it was nothing." I try my best to convince him I'm fine. Alas, he has much more wit than a sobbing teenager lying through his teeth.

"What did he say?" He asks, taking my hands away from my face and holding them in his palms.

I avoid eye contact with him, gazing down at my soaked bedsheets instead.

"Nothing- just that I'm acting off, going crazy. And he's uh, he's tattling on me about 'sneaking boys down here at night'. I just- I'm just being stupid, I-I'm fine." I wave a hand out, masking up a small smile.

"Troye, stop that. Quit shrugging it off, you're fucking human, quit trying to prove you're not. He hurt your feelings, you're upset. What are you going to do?" He inquires, quirking a brow up.

I avert my eyes to the handprint on his chest, "I don't know, avoid him for the rest of my life?"

He lets go of my hands to drop his head in them, "I don't understand the human race anymore."

"W-what do you think I should do?" I retort, sniffling and rubbing my nose on my blankie.

He looks up, ruffling his hair up in his hands and sighing.

"You should talk to him again, ask him why it is he feels this way. See if there's a deeper meaning. Make sure he's okay up here." He mutters and points to his head.

I gulp nervously, "I don't think I can face him."

"He said he doesn't understand how we're even related... He hates me..." I mumble, another tear falling down my cheek.

Krampus is quick to catch that tear with his thumb, caressing my face and smiling at me with sadness laced in his features. Once again, I didn't know he was capable of feeling emotion other than lust and anger.

"If he really means that than he's no better than every other arsehole out there. You're pretty fucking amazing and if he can't see that then he can... he can get wrecked." He puts little fists in the air, beaming at me, obviously trying to make me laugh.

It worked. I titter through a sloppy smile, covering my face and looking away from him.

"Oi, don't hide away from me." He murmurs, gently prying my hands away from my face.

I let him, smiling up at him and rolling my eyes.

"You're not that bad either, Krampus, you're not that bad either."

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a/n: i can't fathom the thought that this is going to be the shortest story i've ever written and it will be at least 30+