No One Cares || Danti ✔️

13.

⚠️ WARNING: slight mentions of rape. Do not read if sensitive! ⚠️

"Hey, um, Seán?" Dark says, getting both Mark and Jack's attention.

"Yeah?" He responds, looking over to me. I just curl in on myself more and press myself into Dark's side.

"Anti needs to tell you something... you guys might want to sit down for this..." My boyfriend wraps an arm around me.

Seán's face goes from mildly confused to extremely worried. I bite my lip and dig my nails into my palms.

We sit at the dining room table and I keep my head down, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Go ahead, Anti, we're listening," Mark says.

I nudge Dark and look up at him with pleading eyes. I silently beg for him to tell them so I don't end up sobbing through my words.

"Die did something else, something worse to Anti that he didn't tell any of us about until last night. Anti told me that Die had-" Dark clears his throat, beginning to cry for me.

"Die took me to a bedroom," I say shakily, saving Dark from sharing my news. Seán's face pales, and Mark's mouth was partly opened.

"He didn't..." Seán denies, tears building up in both his and my eyes.

"He then continued to chain me to the bed-" I cut myself off with a sob, and I put a hand over my mouth. I regain control over my voice, "I was screaming for him to stop, but he wouldn't. He didn't stop until he finished. Then-"

"Stop, Anti, please," Jack suddenly said, cutting me off.

He stands up quickly, escaping the room. Mark and Dark have on shocked faces, leaving me to cry by myself.

No one says a word. It was so silent in the room that you could hear Jack sobbing upstairs. I slightly regain enough composure to stand up to go check on him.

"Seán?" I knock on the door and listen for a response. His sobs quiet down and he makes a noise saying that I could come in.

When I walk in, he's holding a pillow tightly in his arms and has his knees pulled up to his chest.

I don't say anything else; I just climb on the bed next to him and pull him toward me. He lets out a painful sounding sob, taking in a shaky breath.

"I didn't think Die was so evil. I didn't think he was such a monster. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, baby brother. I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault, it wasn't Dark or Mark's fault, it was mine for letting it happen. I could've easily avoided it, but I chose to not do anything because I was so tired. I'm sorry that I'm so weak," I whimper, squeezing his shirt fabric in my hand.

Seán pulls away from the hug and gives me an angry look.

"Are you serious? You are not weak, Anti! You are the strongest person I know. That first time that you got beat down by Fade, you came home. You were alive. You were okay. You were smiling when you got here and he had set you on fire! You came home from Die. He put acid in your veins. He stabbed you. He did so much bad, yet when we were playing Outlast, you were laughing your ass off! When you first got here, you gave me the biggest grin. I can tell when it's real from past years! Now don't you ever say you're weak again because you're not. Most demons or people, if they experienced as much as you have had to, they would've probably killed themselves. But you didn't. You haven't. You knew that you were strong. You just chose not to believe it. Whatever Die put in your head, they're lies. You, Anti, are not weak."

•How was this?•