The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 19

"When I say, 'I love you,' it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a person."
~Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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"You have to go to school." I said to Wesley as Roger served her a plate of pancakes, there was five on the stack.

"You shouldn't be talking Acendro, I know you haven't gone in like a week." Wesley said shoving her face, I shook my head and looked down at my hands.

They were tremblings so I put them in my pockets and cleared my voice, looking up.

"Wesley, please. Elvis wouldn't want you to miss so much school." I begged knowing that if Elvis were here, he'd slap me for not making his sister go to school.

"That same can be said about you too." Wesley snapped, finishing off her pancakes. "But I'm going to go anyways because I can't stand seeing you so sad, it's depressing!"

"I'm-"

"Don't even start." She said running off, I could hear her start to cry.

God, I'm being such a horrible care taker but at least the Kennings were here. Roger took my face in his hands from above and forced me to look up at him.

His hair dangled downwards as he looked down at me, I felt Cecilia take my hands into hers. My body immediately tried to fight them off of me but it was no use because of my lack of appetite.

"Baby, you have to eat something. Look, you are practically living in a mansion now." Roger said letting go of my face, immediately I fought my way out of Cecilia's drip and got up.

"Can you guys leave me alone?" I asked as Wesley slammed the door on her way out.

"Acendro you're killing yourself! How do you think Elvis is going to feel when he gets out of the hospital and finds you dead on the floor?!" Roger asked raising his face. My head snapped over at him and glared at his brown eyes.

"You don't know anything about me! How the hell do you think I feel? You just don't get it, okay!" I yelled feeling all of this pressure against me, the room was getting smaller. "You just don't get it!"

"What don't we get?!" Roger asked, Cecilia stepped away from me and let Roger slam me against the wall. He wrapped his hand around my neck in anger but didn't squeeze hard enough to make not breath.

"Everything! You don't get it!" I yelled, tears running down my face. Memories of my family came to my mind as I tried to told them back. "Just make it stop! I don't want to remember them anymore!"

"Remember who! Tell us! Use your fucking words or else they'll suffocate you! Talk dammit!" Roger yelled fed up. "You don't understand, okay? You don't understand how hard it is to see you like this! You don't understand how hard it is to not be able to do anything while you self destruct."

Cecilia started to cry behind him but Roger's grip only tightened.

"A man can have only so many problems, so share this one, let the weight of this one be shared. You are not fucking alone in this, okay?" Roger asked tearing up. I shook my head, holding back my sobs. "We are here."

"Please." I cried, the memories flooding back of their happy smiles and our family tears when we walked the movie Up. "Please."

"Please What? Tell us. Share your burden, okay? We're here for you." Roger said letting go of my neck but grabbed my arms before I could leave.

"I don't want Elvis to die." I cried falling to the floor. "I don't want these memories in my head. These memories only cause me pain and I don't want them! I can't fight them!"

Cecilia leaned against the wall next to me, sliding down, taking me into her arms. I cried, closing my eyes.

My mother's slanted smile came to mind, my father's crinkles near his eyes, my older brothers voice flooded through my ears.

"My family." I cried thinking about how I was a preteen and my older brother was still able to carry me on his shoulders. How my father would pick up my mother and we'd have chicken fights. "They're dead. I want them back. I want them back so bad. And now Elvis-"

"He isn't dead baby." Roger said taking my face into his hands once again. "He isn't dead."

"But he can be." I cried, my words slurring and Elvis can end up like my family.

Just another memory.

"But he isn't." Roger said whipping away my tears while Cecilia gripped onto my arm in comfort.

Just another memory.

"But he can be." He can be dead any second and I would be alone again and I don't want to be alone.

"But he isn't. He is here and he still loves you. Okay baby? He's here." Roger said kissing my forehead. "Elvis Wolf is here. We can bring you to him. He's here still." 

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Hey guys! I hoped you liked that chapter and like voted and comment and stuff. But yeah.

Nothing really happened today, I just have to do a research project and create an app for my computer science class but that's about it.

Love you guys! Adios.