Twitched Love

Alcohol and Agitation

Masky's Pov

Toby was drunk as hell. I mean it's not like I cared...

Who am I kidding? I was worrying the shit out of myself about him. What if something bad happened to the kid?

I wanted to go to him, tell him to stop, and send him to his room. But I couldn't. I told him I wouldn't protect him anymore.

Why did I say that?

Why did I just have to get so emotional?

Years of pushing my emotions back, but with him, I feel like I'm an open wound.

I scratched the back of my neck as I looked over to him again. I sighed in frustration. Fuck it.

I rushed over to him just as he was downing another cup of beer.

"Toby." I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him around, grabbing the empty cup out of his hands. "Toby stop drinking."

He looked at me as his eyebrows furrowed. "Well if it isn't Masky." He slurred. "I could've sworn you wanted nothing to do with me anymore." He then laughed painfully. I felt a pain in my chest. He was rocking from side to side, unable to stand straight.

"I'm going to take you back to your room."

He swayed closer to me. His face a mere inch from mine. The strong scent of alcohol clouded his every word.

"And what are you going to do if I say no?" A blush crept across my face.

"T-Toby. I don't have time for this, let's go." I cursed myself for stuttering as I pushed him back, opening up the space between us.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I could hear the anger building up in his voice.

"Stop being so stubborn, it's for your own good." I grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the stairs.

"No! Let go me go, you freak!" He was pulling away from me so viciously, that I was afraid he would dislocate his arm.

"Toby stop it! You're fucking drunk."

"I can take care of myself! I don't need you Tim!"

Done with his attitude, I grabbed him by the waist, startling him, and threw him over my shoulder.

People wolf-whistled as I brought him upstairs, but I ignored them. Well...tried to ignore them. It was so embarrassing.

I thought I had won this ridiculous struggle until he had started started to slam his fists down against my back. "I don't want to go to my room! You can't make me! Let me down!"

"Toby just-" I winced. His knuckles dug into my spine.

"No! I don't want to go back to my room!" His room was still a few hallways down and my back was most certainly going to covered in bruises.

"Fine! You're going to my room then!" I yelled as I opened my door and threw him on my bed.

He didn't move a muscle as he laid on the bed. The lights were off and I didn't know if his eyes were open or not.

Holy shit did I kill him?

I rushed over to the bed to find his chest falling up and down. I let out a giant sigh and sat down at the edge of the bed.

After a few minutes of silence, I heard a noise so quiet that I almost missed it. Was he sniffling?

"Toby?"

"I'm fin-" His voice cracks.

"Toby.." I turned on the lamp on my desk beside my bed. And I saw tears escaping through the corners of his eyes as he tried to shield his eyes from me.