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Chapter 24: 20 Questions

Short A/N: Sorry this took so long to post, but it's here now!

I know I've forgotten to do this in the past, but I will leave a warning this time:

-Mention of toxic relationship and bad family histories

-Fluff~

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Romeo's POV~

The two of us sat at the coffee table, nimbly eating at our bowls of hot breakfast and being cautious of upsetting our stomachs any more than they already were. It was quiet, but I couldn't quite tell if it was comfortable or awkward due to the dual hangovers. Luckily for us, it had started snowing last night so when I called the school I had learnt that it was a snow day and there was no need to worry. Still, however, I felt too much like crap to bother looking out the windows.

"So..." Orion started, breaking to silence as I took another bite. He ra a hand through his hair, moving it off his forehead. "Last night was... interesting."

I gave a subtle nod. "... I remember us starting the last game, but... not too much further than the first initiated shot."

He chuckled and took another bite of his oatmeal. "... Well. Maybe we should play Twenty Questions? It would cut straight to the point rather than just stating things we think or know as true."

"Hmm.." I hummed, pondering the idea. In all honestly, I really didn't feel like playing any more games or really doing anything. But then again, it could also serve as at least a bit of a distraction. And it would make it easier for us to get to know each other. "... Fine. But to be honest, I'm getting really sick of games."

Orion nodded with a weak smile. "Okay... You want to go first?"

"Please no; I hate going first."

He chuckled again. "Alright then... so I know your relationship with your dad is iffy and toxic, but what about your mom? Does she know anything about what was going on?"

I pressed my lips into a line, my eyes travelling about the living room with was scattered with the messy aftermath of last night. "... No... They had a divorce five years ago. They hate each other, so it made visits with her difficult. I was given a choice who to stay with at the time, but I couldn't choose.

"At the time, I was more effected by sudden panic attacks so it was really stressful... They both argued and fought and somehow I ended up staying with my dad. Then, when he started doing those... questionable things... and said things... I was too scared to tell anyone. I was scared they would think I-"

"Ssshhhh. You're okay now. There's no need to go rambling into the bad memories just yet." Orion interrupted, snapping my wandering gaze back to his. His hand took mine, making me notice how much I had started to anxiously fiddle. His expression was soft and caring with the slight glint of concern in his warm, crimson eyes. "I don't mind listening, but I don't want you too feel worse than you already do. I'm sorry, i didn't mean to ask such an insensitive question."

I bit my lip, feeling a burning threat of tears that I forced back. It wasn't my intent to let all of that information spill like that, but for some reason it all just slipped out. "It's okay... I don't care."