X-Human (Grillbyxreader)

Helping with Hell week

~Timeskip a few days~

Why? Just why? I'm sitting in school since it's a MATH DAY, and you know they are always changing this shit. I come up with many possible solutions to a problem in real life...and every time it wasn't this. So why are they changing it like the last one wasn't hard enough? These bitches I'm done.

Timeskip-Friday

For Hell Week it's only the week days so we have two more days till it hits off. So just before we close up I tell Vex and Hex to stay behind and help me.

After we closed the bar I turn to them. "...Well? You guys got somewhere to go this time?" I ask with hope laced in my tone.

After I said that I see Vex sigh through her nose and Hex looks down. "No we don't...Again." They say in unison with Vex being quieter and adding 'again' at the end; and Hex sounding ashamed. Why? It isn't his fault. Just as I thought that I realized that it's the same with me not being able to forgive myself. When I should when it wasn't my fault.

I look at them both in sadness. I've been helping them during the hell weeks and isn't like I hate doing it. In fact I love to, but how could their parents just run and let their children fend for themselves and pop up later like nothing happened? Like doing this doesn't break them sometimes. Great, now I'm frustrated. "...Come on." I say as I wave my hand towards them to follow me.

We go head towards the back hallway that leads to the back exit door, but we stop just a few feet from the door. I turn to the right and look down. Just as I did my eyes turn from their normal (e/c) to green and start to glow a neon-like green, as my hair had streaks of brown seeping upwards. I feel my souls shift to the desired one. Once I feel it's done I start moving the bricks of the wall around to reveal a corridor of stairs leading down.

"Whoa.." I glance at Hex and Vex and jerk my head down the stairs. But I know what Vex is about to say.

"...Trust me. Like you've always done." I give them a small smile and head down the stairs waiting for the sound of their footsteps to collide with the sound of mine.