Fix You ~Completed~

Act Twelve

"So, do you cuddle with your new boyfriends after they finish with you?"

I picked my head up out of my book and stared at Kyla, surprised to find him wide awake beside me on the couch. He'd been out cold for nearly three hours, an empty bottle of the cheapest liquor he could find tipped over on the floor at his feet. I considered tossing it, but I didn't like the idea of touching it.

"What?" I stammered, giving him the weakest laugh I had. If he thought I thought it was funny, maybe he'd think it was funny too.

My boyfriend huffed. "Do Edmund and Getty cuddle you after they're done taking turns with you?"

"It's Eddie and Gale, and what do you mean?" Taking turns doing what? Beating my ass at Uno? If so, then no. We never cuddled after a round of Uno. Maybe we'd fist-bump but that was about it.

"Jesus, stop playing dumb, Clem. You're screwing around behind my back and it's getting really old, alright?"

"Screwing around?" I simpered. "Kyla, I-I'd never! You're ever-"

"'You're everything to me! I'd be a pile of bones in the ground without you!' Yes, fuck, yes, I know, Clem! You tell me that bull all the fucking time. You never do anything to prove it, though. If I really was everything to you, why do you spend so much time with your friends and not me, huh? Remember back in high school when I was all you had? I was there for you, Clem. I took care of you. When bullies treated you like shit, I slashed their tires and gave them black eyes. I kissed your scars after you slit yourself open like a little pig. Where were Gale and Eddie then, huh? Do they even know how fucked up you are? Do you they know you're a fa-"

"STOP!" I screamed, holding my hands up in defense. They shook. "K-Kyla, please.

"They don't, do they? Didn't you tell them about me, Clem?" He kept moving closer. He was leering over me like an angry bear, ready to pounce and tear me limb from limb. At this point, I would have preferred that. I would have preferred a starving grizzly bear over Kyla.

I pressed my hands to his chest. "Yes, they know about you."

"So they know you're gay?"

"Of course." I clenched my fingers, taking in a whole clump of his dirty band shirt. Slowly, I started to shift it, pushing him back ever so slightly. "And I-I told Eddie about my scars. He saw them."

"Did he kiss them for you?" The tone of his voice was caught in between anger and frustration. I wished it was jealousy.

"No."

"Did he tell you how pretty they are?"

He did not. He called them ugly. He made me feel ugly.

I let out a soft sob, hanging my head low. Kyla responded by taking my chin and lifting my face so our noses were touching. "He doesn't care about you, Clem. How could either of them?" he clarified, scoffing at my naivety. My cries started rising in volume. "They won't accept all of you. When you tell them everything, they'll leave you. They'll leave you just like I should, but I don't."

"W-why don't you leave m-me, Kyla?" I stuttered helplessly, moving closer to him. I needed him to protect me. I needed those arms of his around me, wanting me despite all that was wrong with me. Kyla was right about one thing; there was no way Gale and Eddie would still want to be friends once they got to know the me I shoved down underneath the crust of my world. The me that leaves those longitude lines all along my arms; the me that bites back sobs when Kyla gives me his best; the me that can't eat to save his worthless life; the me that took all those terrible words people flung at me over the years... My strong friends will hate me for being so weak.

"You need me, Clem," Kyla explained, giving me the most offensive sigh. I nodded, because he was right, and blushed when he ran his fingers through my hair. "If I left you, you'd kill yourself, right?"

The detached way he said it only made my cries turn into weeps. I buried my face in his shoulder, begging him to never leave my side. "I would," I admitted with a groan. "I c-can't live without you, Kyla. I won't."

"I know. My poor baby," he sighed, moving his hands along my back until his palm rested flat against my shoulder blades. "I put up with a lot just to keep you alive, don't I?"

"Sorry," I apologized between my sniffles. I hugged him tightly. "I'm so, so sorry, Kyla. I-I love you and I wish I didn't have to put you through all this crap!"

"Aw," he chuckled, forcing my head up. I stared at him, my eyes still watering, and brought a loving smile to my face. "How about you do something to make it up for me, huh?"

The smile fell right onto the floor. "Kyla, I-I'm still so sore..."

"And you think I'm not sore? I do all the fucking work, Clem, while you just lay there and take it like a good little bitch."

I quickly started to apologize and gave him a lingering kiss, muttering that I'd go put on the special outfit he loved me in. Sometimes Kyla liked it when I dressed like a girl. It felt wrong to me, but I didn't say anything.

Like Kyla said, he put up with a lot for me. That was the least I could do for him.

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Sidenote I think we can all agree on:

"CLAUDE IS A CUNT." *drops mic*

Also, fun fact, this section of the story actually made one of the authors- AM- physically sick when she read it. Again, CLAUDE IS A CUNT.

-CI