Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Forgiven

~~Pete's Pov~~

"Brendon please stop crying. Come on buddy you're ok, it's ok." I cooed while rocking Brendon a bit, trying my best to calm him down, which wasn't easy. Tyler walked into the room and smirked a bit, holding out a pacifier. I quickly took it and gently pushed it into Brendon's mouth. That seemed to calm him down. For a few seconds. He spat it out and kept crying. Since Josh was an actual daddy I thought maybe he could help. Tyler must've been thinking the same thing.

"Do you want me to go get Josh?" He asked, already halfway out the door.

"Yes please man." I called after him. He returned shortly after with Josh at his side.

"Alright dude, hand him over." Josh said, holding his arms out. I handed Brendon over and Josh was somehow able to calm Brendon down nearly straight away.

"What the fuck bro?" I asked, annoyed.

"Pete don't swear man, we talked about this. And you were holding him wrong, he was just uncomfortable." Josh explained, holding Brendon on his hip.

"Bro last time I held him like that he pissed all over me." I said defensively. Josh rolled his eyes at my remark, opening his mouth to say something when he was interrupted.

"Pete he's not gonna piss on you, he's wearing a diaper. Oh and breakfast is ready." Patrick said, poking his head into the room. We were walking out of the room when my phone rang.

Dallon.

I picked it up and heard loud sobs from the other end.

"Dallon?" I asked.

"P-Pete man I-I fucked up."

~~Ryan's Pov~~
~~Trigger warning: Self harm~~

I heard Spencer calling my name from downstairs but I didn't care at this point. I could barely see through the tears that kept spilling out of my eyes so I blindly felt around the bathroom sink. I felt the cold blade and quickly wiped my eyes so that I could see what I was doing.

Disappointment
No one loves you
Coward
Screw up
It's all your fault

I sobbed harder as I picked up the blade and dragged it across my wrist. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Six. That's how many times I did it before Spencer started banging on the door. I collapsed and pulled my sleeve down as another sob racked my body.

"Ryan let me in." Spencer said, continuing his banging on the door. When I didn't answer he said it again. "Ryan... Please..." He said, sounding defeated, his banging on the door now silenced. I dragged myself over to the door and reached up with my undamaged hand and unlocked the door. Spencer burst in and knelt down next to me, looking down at the blood that was soaking through my sleeve.

"S-S-Spence-" I choked out, struggling to breath because of how hard I was crying.

"Ry stop. Don't worry about doing anything. I'm just going to get you cleaned up, ok?" Spencer said gently. I weakly nodded my head and allowed Spencer to carry me to the kitchen. I sat down on the kitchen bench while Spencer got out some medical supplies. He rolled my sleeve up and turned the tap on, placing my scars underneath the running water. I flinched and pulled away.

"H-Hurts." I muttered. Spencer gently took a hold of my upper arm where I wasn't bleeding and pulled it back towards the water.

"I know Ry, I know." Spencer comforted. I gritted my teeth while Spencer washed, cleaned and bandaged my scars. Spencer carried me over to the couch and draped me over it. I reached over and weakly grabbed my phone from the coffee table where I'd left it last night.