Sweet Or Sour?

Chapter 15

Toby POV:
I watched as (Y/n) seemed to be having an internal war with herself. She looked and acted like she wanted to kill the clown, but she didn't move. Hell, I don't think I've even seen her blink! I gently poked her back. She spun on me grabbing my wrist, she squeezed it, expecting me to yell in pain but when she received nothing she growled, "Don't. Touch. Me." She let go of my wrist. I glanced down at it, seeing the blood trailing down my sleeve. "Get out of my room." She growled glaring at the ground. "But (Y/n)-!" "I SAID GET OUT!" She screamed as she pointed out the door and looked up at us. Anger colored her eyes, but something else was there...a tear slid down her cheek. Sally took a step toward her and (Y/n) backed away from her hiding her face once again. When she looked back up her emotions were gone. She was unreadable once again, just like when I met her.

Sally POV:
(Y/n) stood perfectly still. Her gaze shifting between all of us. We had a chance to look inside her past and we missed it. She had blocked us out again. We were as far from her as the mansion is from society. I felt tears build up in my eyes. I was the first to move. I ran out of the room balling. She wasn't going to ever let us in at this rate! I heard Toby chase after me, shouting for me to slow down. I ignored him and ran into my room slamming the door after me hiding behind the bright pink dresses in my closet.

Normal POV:
You watched as Sally and Toby ran out the room. You made her cry. You blocked out your sadness and focused all of your energy on keeping calm, especially in front of the stupid clown. You stared at the ground. "I hope you're happy (Y/n). You made the happiest person here, cry." You heard the clown growl. He walked out of the room closing the door. You didn't bother looking up. You sat on the ground. Covering your eyes, you let out a low whine. You tried so hard to hold everything back to hold back your emotions.

But sometimes you couldn't hide them. Sometimes they took over you, controlled you like a puppet.

This was one of those times.

You felt tears run down your cheeks. You hated that salty substance that came out of your eyes. You wished that you had no tear ducts.

"(Y/n)?" You didn't look up, didn't even mutter an answer. You felt someone touch you, you flinched away, looking up.

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See whose in there with you in the next chapter, it will be up soon!

~Liz