Love Is Love

I thought I understood...

Lin's POV:
"SSSSHHH!!!!"
I turned once again to a clumsy Groffsauce as we climbed across the lounge in between all the toys on the floor.
"Why didn't you put the toys away?"
I whispered a 'quiet!' to Jon's remark as we continued eventually reaching the steps. The kids were in their beds right next to the staircase so it was the most difficult part, I felt like some 007 agent in my own home. I crept up keeping ninety percent of my weight on the banister as did Jon, the banister was shaking beneath us but it was the least of our cares at the moment. Once we reached the top I still crept across yet Jon simply trod on the floor emanating a loud creak from the floorboards. We both froze. Thinking we got away with it we still stayed in silence for a second longer before exhaling in relief.
"That was too close -"
We were interrupted by both of the twins' wailing cries and I gave a pointed glare in Jon's direction, it was his fault after all.
"You sleep, I'll sort them out."
I smiled victoriously as Jon sighed in defeat, with that, I left to do my nightly routine and got into bed. A while later Jon came in looking unsure.
"Hey, uh, the sofa's sort of covered in toys."
"Remove them carefully."
"They're the squeaky ones."
"Come on then."
Jon smiled as I moved over in the bed, him climbing behind me.
"Despite this I'm still not gay though."
We both laughed, nestled underneath the covers and venturing into the wonderland of rest.
"LIN!"
My eyes opened in fear as Jon looks over me.
"Fucking hell Lin, you scared me half to death. That must of been a hella-nightmare."
I subtly nodded as he sighed back into his pillow, I went to do the same but he snatched my pillow away.
"Oi! Give it back!"
"Write it."
"What?"
"Write your nightmare down. Everything that happened. It'll help you see past it."
I shrugged grabbing the notepad and pen on my bedside table and began to jot down all I could remember. Once finished Jon was asleep and my pillow was back where it was before.

Jon's POV:
I hate early mornings. Lin was still asleep as were the kids so I sneaked a look at what he wrote last night.
Clang. Clang. Clang. I open my eyes to see Stacy by my bedside, she's holding the wooden spear head and hitting it against her temple. Clang. Clang. Blood is pooling out as I scream at her to stop but she watches me with tear-filled eyes. Our children stand next to her as she draws the weapon away from her head and towards Isaac's... He screams as blood begins to drip down his face, I am crying and begging for Stacy to stop. I'm on my knees pleading but she ignores me and moves towards Ariella. Clang. I turn to Ariella's sunken body on the ground as she is bawling her tears. Stacy brings the weapon back to her head and continues. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.
Why so many Clangs at the end? Was the noise repeating through his mind? I ripped out the page and took it to the study so I may be able to focus more on what he's writing. The wooden spear-head. The one she threatened me with? How could Lin picture that so clearly if he'd never seen it? I went to check his coat, and, sure enough, the exact weapon was there. Lin must have stumbled across it on a walk of some sort but, did he travel as far as the car crash? I heard Ariella crying and stumbled upstairs to tend to her needs before turning around to see Lin standing in the doorway looking frantic.
"Morning!"
"Where's the paper?!"
"What paper?"
"I wrote the nightmare down. Where is it?!"
He hurried off and I heard his distinct mumbles from across the room.
"Stacy took the note. She's punishing me. I killed Stacy. I killed Stacy. I -"
"Lin calm down. I took it so I could see what your nightmare was, that's all. It sounds scary enough to be a nightmare so it's fine."
He nodded and began to walk away before I quickly asked the question that had been pulling at the back of my mind.
"How did you find the spear-head Lin?"
He froze. Did I say something wrong? Lin didn't turn to speak to me but simply stayed with his back facing me.
"On a walk."
"Did you see the crash?"
A shaky breath sounded throughout the room,
"Yes... Happy now?"
With that he walked off into his study and locked the door behind him. He's shutting himself up again despite my efforts and it's driving me insane.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
Lin opened it quickly in surprise to my outrage.
"I ARRANGED A WHOLE FUCKING PARADE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITH ALL OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS FOR THE INTENT OF YOU NOT SHUTTING YOURSELF AWAY ALL THE TIME AND WHAT DO YOU DO THE DAY AFTER? FUCKING SHUT YOURSELF AWAY! QUIT IT OR I WILL QUIT HELPING YOU!"
I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"Y-You're to exhausting to help Lin. I'm just as broken as you are yet you are taking all of my strength out of me to help you get better while I'm getting worse and worse. I'm sorry but I need to sort myself out after what happened too. It's not just you going through mental torment you know? My therapist is beginning to email me every three hours to check on me. Every three fucking hours Lin! And a part of the reason I'm going insane is because I'm bottling it up to help you. I'm sorry Lin but, I've done all I can. You've got to find someone else. Someone better at - Someone better at this than me. So go on, lock the door, never come out again for all I know. We're both as good as dead for what we did to Stacy so what's the point right?"
With that I walked away closing the door behind me. If I want to help Lin, I've got to help myself first.

AN: How you guys feeling? Just curious. See ya in the next chapter!