The Outsider | SOA

Chapter 3: Hurting

Juice's POV

I look up at Mr. Telford, my head spinning and my head racing with thoughts. "I-I'm so sorry." I whimper, looking down at his shoes. I drop to my knees in front of him and untie his boots, pulling them off. "S-sorry, Mr. Telford." I start to tear up and flinch as he rests his hands on my shoulders. Tears start to pour down my face. 

"Juicey boy, relax." Mr. Telford speaks, sliding off the bench. He kneels down in front of me, taking his boots, that I just puked all over and speaks again, "I'll clean 't up. You don' need ta worry bout 't." He says and gently presses his hand against my cheek. I flinch again and whimper, hanging my head down low. It felt good, I'd admit that.. but I didn't deserve it. "Sh-Sh-Sh, 't's okay, boy." He soothes, his accent lacing his voice.

"N-no, my fault.. I do it." I speak timidly, reaching out with my shaking hands to take the boots back. "So sorry, Mr. Telford."

"Juice, 't's okay." He speaks and gently touches my chin. "Look at me," He whispers gently and lifts my chin up, so we looked into each other's eyes. "'t's okay, darlin'. 't happens." 

I sniffle and look away from him, tensing up again. "O-okay..." I whisper and sniffle again.

Mr. Telford drops his boots and pulls me into his arms, rubbing my back. "Love ye, Juicey boy." He says and kisses the top of my head.

I start sobbing and shaking, tears pouring down my red cheeks and out from my blood shot eyes. "P-please h-h-help me, M-Mr. T-T-Telford.." I whimper and grip at his kutte, "I-I can't do this anymore.. I-I need o-out. S-save me, please,"

"Aye boy, just breathe. . 'M right here, okay?" Mr. Telford whispers calmly in my ear. "'M gonna help you, darling. You don' need to be scared."

"Mhm," Is all I can muster.

"Okay, Juicey." He says gently and kisses just above my ear, "Take a few deep breathes and think 'appy thoughts." 

"Y-yes sir," I choke out between the sobs. "L-Like rainbows and u-unicorns?"

"Yes, Juice, jus' like rainbows and unicorns,"

"And puppies and kittens?" I ask quiestly, sniffling as Mr. Telford wipes my eyes.

"Just like pups and kitties, darlin'..." He trails off and rests his head on mine. "There ya go.. Deep breaths.. Yeah, good job boy."

After what feels like forever,  he lets go and wipes my eyes. I slowly look up at him and sniffle again, hiding my face in my  knees, almost immediately after.

Oh fuck, I must look horrible...

"Aye, aye.. no." He speaks softly, gently grasping my chin to lift my head.

My heart starts beating rapidly, I flinch and I yank my face out of his grip, causing my body to fall backwards and my head smash on the ground.

"SHIT! Juice!"

Tears start pouring out of my eyes. Sobs and screams escape my throat, before I can even stop them. 

"Juicey boy, c'mere. I am so sorry, dear." Mr. Telford apologizes frantically, reaching to pull me off the ground. "Are ya okay? What hurts?" Concern shows in his eyes and it looked like he meant it... but I'm not sure.

"No..No touch, go away. Stop. Leave me alone.." I cry harder, frantically. I don't think any of my words were audible or even understood by him. I grip the bench and pull myself up off the floor after trying for a while, gripping the back of my head before I dash through the garage. 

My fingers start to feel wet. The ground under me before was wet...

I collapse right on the floor as I ran passed the kitchen. I didn't make it to the bathroom. 

My world turned black.