When I've Fallen Too Deep

Chapter 20- Bandages.

CHAPTER 20, YEE.

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Nico's P.O.V.

Those god dam eyes.

Tantalizing me day and night. They had always been so sharp, but they seemed to becoming duller. I didn't know what it meant and it sent me spiraling. I was so used to the hate filled in them when he pinned me against lockers. The way they raged furiously when he had kicked me down, letting me pathetically try to shield my skull and broken ribs from the oncoming impacts. It was foreign and I didn't know how to handle it. Did he finally get bored of the physical abuse? Did he think that it didn't get to me mentally? Or did he know and just wanted to rub salt in the wound? Because God dammit, it was working. And for that fact, I was scared.

"Nico?" Alex repeats herself, walking over to by bedside. My attention snaps from the intense staring contest and to the hand now on my shoulder. "Hey, just get some rest, okay? I should probably change these bandages while i'm here though. Nico, hey, can you look up at me?"

I don't though, I just look down, my long hair swinging in front of my vision. My eyes where puffy and I knew it. I didn't want anyone to see me in this fractured state. My heart is still going rapid from being so close the blonde and being caught, the recent lack of air not helping.

She's silent for a moment and I tell shes looking at the rest of them. "Just continue showing him the basics of the building while I patch him up."

"I hope you know we don't know a single thing about this place but where the bathrooms are. Your the one with the rad medical skills." Kayla informs her.

"Well than just wait there like imbeciles, it shouldn't take that long." She nags, "Will get your butt over here and help or these two dumb asses are gonna be complaining the whole time about taking so long."

That spikes my attention. All of my recent logical thought is thrown out the window. I throw my head up, looking at her with panic in my eyes. Luckily she facing the other direction and doesn't see my expression before I look away again.

"W-Wha..?" I hear Will mumble confused.

"Here just come over here and help him get his shirt off so I can go find some new bandages."

A emotion I couldn't place took ahold of me. It felt like a huge rock in my chest. I wanted to object, scream, tell him no, but my throat closed up. I couldn't speak, my pale hands started shaking uncontrollably. To hide them, I tried to sit on them but my thoughts still ran wild.

He's gonna try to hurt you. He's gonna rip your shirt off and laugh.

I can practicly hear the taunts already throbbing in my head.

"Skinny piece of shit. I can practically see your ribs, what are you? Anorexic? Your like a fucking ghost being so pale. Probably because you're always staying inside getting fucked in the ass by your boyfriend. Faggot."

He was right too. I was a faggot. Loving another man was wrong, how dare I even stand here? This place was perfectly clean from filth.

"Okay...," Will responds quitely taking small steps over to my left bed side next to Alex. Kayla sighs and flips down into a seat, Austin following behind her.

"Be right back. Bandages just should be in the back." She scurries off, leaving us somewhat alone.

Will stands there akwardly for a minute before he breaks the silence. "Do you...do you need help taking your shirt off?"