Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 43

Warning ⚠️: for graphic descriptions of violence and child abuse.

Inspiration for this chapter:

And I won't go
I won't leave 'til it's over
No, I won't go
Until hell freezes over
And I'll be yours
And you'll be my supernova
Oh, darling, why was it so hard to see?
Just love me unconditionally.

- Unconditionally by James Arthur ^^ song tagged above.

Blake's POV

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone after excusing myself from Riley's conversation and standing up from the bench to linger in the middle of the Park trail.

"Blake? It's me, Declan." Dec's snipped reply wasn't the Geordies usual joyful tone and that had me instantly on edge.

Something was wrong.

"Hey Dec, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Concern laced my words and Riley stood up beside me curiously.

"I... um im fine but... uh where are you? Are you at home."

"I'm at the park, but only about a minute from the orphanage."

"Um... look I don't want to worry you but Ant's just had some bad news and he's not thinking straight... can you go to the orphanage? Just in case he's there... just make sure he doesn't hurt himself?"

"Okay... sure... I'm on my way there now. Are you coming?" I replied giving Riley an apologetic look and a kiss before heading towards the bushes.

"Aye I'm on my way but we've gotta take the long way round cause the road's closed."

"Alright, see you in a minute."

"Aye thankyou Blake." Dec hung up and I shoved my new phone into my pocket, hurriedly before breaking into a run. Dec was normally so calm and confident, it was scary to hear him so worried.

I made it to the orphanage in no time, a dark cloud hung over the building like a villains cloak and the air around felt thick and heavy like my steps as I entered the tired building. My head whipped into the living room and kitchen, there was no sign of Ant but my instincts were on over drive and I knew something wasn't right.

Kim walked through from her office and looked at me with curious eyes. "Blake? You're back early? Where's Riley?"

"Oh Hey Kim, has Ant been in here?"

"Oh yes... he didn't say much mind you but he went up stairs a few moments ago. Left the door open too hence the chill." I didn't register her ramblings about the temperature and sprinted up the stairs.

I was concerned, I didn't know what 'not thinking straight' meant but I knew Anthony, he clearly struggled with his emotions and his abuse. I knew it not just because he opened up to me but it was the subtle things, like how he couldn't talk about his past without holding onto Dec, without that small grip on reality to keep him sane. That was the only scary part of the situation... I knew Ant was a good guy, but he seemed so reliant on Dec's presence and Dec wasn't there.

I made it to the top of the stairs and my first thought was to Lola, if Ant would go to anyone it would be the small blonde. Cautiously I approached the door and peeped inside.

I calmed slightly at the sight that greeted me, Ant was sat on the bed, looking giant in the small room, Lola circled tightly in his arms. My muscles relaxed only to tense again when I noticed his bowed head, furrowed brow and the way his hands clenched In effort contained his raging emotions. Even more frightening was the way the tall, dark haired man rocked ever so slightly on the spot.