~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Freddie~
My brother sighs for the nth time.
"Are you going to help me or not?"
I glare at him.
"Does it fucking look like my legs work right now?"
He then huffs loudly.
"At least pull yourself up against me with your upper body strength, I can't take your whole body weight."
I can't help but feel amused.
"My whole body weight? As you said I'm practically a skeleton so how can I weigh that much?"
He then decides to ignore me as he finally manages to get me up and onto my bed.
It has been a rather eventful morning, I knew that my legs wouldn't support me if I tried to stand up, so I had to enlist Enzo into helping me get on my bed.
For the first time in a month, I feel a little lighter inside, like something inside me has woken up and I feel a little less about the world being a steaming pile of shit.
He's finally got me into a sitting position on my bed with my back against the headboard, I take a look around my room and fuck, I've really made it look like a bomb has hit it.
As my eyes focus on my brother, I can't help but feel a little grateful for him being here for me and for putting up with my shit for the past month.
"Better?"
I feel incredibly weak but I try not to show it.
"No, not really. Could do with something to eat."
He laughs.
"Well you haven't eaten in so long, your stomach is going to think you've cut your throat off. First of all, you can't just stuff yourself silly, I'll make you some soup and then I'll be back."
I make a face at him.
"You know I've never been a fan of soup."
He then smiles at me, patting my leg.
"That is exactly why I'm making it for you."
Fucking bastard.
I know he means well but he's being an ass on purpose, I'll eat the fucking soup but I won't be happy about it.
Giving me soup when he knows I don't like it, I feel like a child all over again.
Fucking soup...
As soon as he leaves the room, my thoughts turn dark as I feel the presence of something else in my room.
I look to where I know she is, she's in the corner by my broken TV set like she's part of the furniture, looking at me like I'm something to eat.
