Sorry for the long wait!!!
Lachlan's POV
I flip a pancake as i hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Mornin' " Vikk mumbles, rubbing his eyes. He looks so tired, as if he didn't get any sleep. "Morning Vikk." I smile at him.
He sits down at the stool next to the counter. I slip 2 pancakes each onto the plates, sliding one over to him.
I cover them with syrup and a bit of butter on mine. "I'm tired" Vikk slurs slightly, taking a bite of food.
"We didn't go to bed till 12, of course you'd be." I smile, also taking bites of food. A comfortable silence comes over us as we silently eat our food.
Vikk's only taken a few bites, pushing his food around. "I'm not hungry" He says, pushing the plate away from him.
"Vikk..You gotta eat" I mumble, setting my fork down. "I'm just not hungry." He mutters. I sigh. "Vikk. Is this because of last night?" I asked.
He paused for a second and nodded.
"I'm here if you wanna talk about it. But if you don't right now, I won't push it." I say. He looks down for a second, looking up at me.
"I think I wanna." He mumbles. "Alright. Do you wanna finish your food first?" I ask.
He nodded and went back to eating his pancakes.
I finish up my food and put it in the sink. Vikk finishes a few minutes later.
"Do you wanna go lay in our room? Or just right here?" I asked. "I wanna go lay down." He mumbles, making his way up the stairs.
I follow him and we lay down on the bed together. "So erm uh Do you want me to just ask questions or?" I ask awkwardly.
"No. I just wanna say everything at once." He said. I nodded and let him just vent.
"So i guess I'll start from the beginning." He says with a sigh.
"It all started when i was about 10ish. School was horrible. People always made fun of me because i was smart but shy. I got straight A's yet I was bullied for it. After grade 7 they started to message me with threats and stuff. I couldn't do anything about it. Home life wasn't bad. It wasn't the best either. We had food and a house, but some days we could barely get by." He frowns, keep his gaze averted to the ceiling.
"When my dad lost his job and my mum left him, he turned to alcohol. He would stay out late and get drunk. I had to defend for myself for everything. He eventually got a new job and only got super drunk on weekends. One night, i forgot to do the dishes when i got home. He called me so many names and i couldn't take it. A while after it got so much i was numb to it. This-" He gestured to his stomach.
"- was shown to me by an old friend. I guess it started then. I got addicted." He sighed, laying his arms down beside him.
We both stay laying on our bed, staring at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.
"I know you can get better." I mumbled to him. "I've been trying.Nothing works." He sighed.
"Well i won't stop till I can find something that does." I sit up, looking down at him.
"I don't deserve you." He mumbled. "Yes you do. You deserve the world." I say, rubbing away tears that drip down his cheeks.
We sit in silence, just enjoying each other's company.
"What do you think about going to go get coffee?" I ask, breaking the silence."Yeah sure." He nodded, sitting up slowly.
I push him back down softly, getting off the bed. "Stay there. I'll be back." I say to him. He lays down comfortably.
I walk over to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. When i come back in, he's on his phone.
"What's that for?" He asked. "Lift up your shirt." I mumble, opening the kit. He sighs, setting his phone down and pulling his shirt up.
I take out some wipes to clean them up so they don't get infected. He winces in pain a few times because it obviously hurts.
I finish up and get him to stand so i can wrap his stomach up in a bandage. I pull his shirt back down softly, keeping my hands on his hips.
"Let's go get some coffee now" I smile planting a kiss on his lips. "Okay." He smiled.
I grab his hand, going down stairs.
He's already going in the right direction.
He's gonna be better.
