For Benefits

17

Tharn's P.O.V:

Type woke up early and went to college before I was even awake.

It has been almost two months since we decided to move in together.

And two weeks since his fever cooled down.

No matter how much I tried to grab his attention he ignored me.

I even noticed that he closed in on himself more than before.

This wasn't normal he would normally fight with me or threw tantrums whenever I teased him.

But now he's silent and calm it doesn't feel right.

But the worst part is that I don't know how to make him talk to me again since I don't even know what's wrong in the first place.

I walked to the kitchen and found a note on the fridge.

"Your breakfast is in the fridge"

I sighed and reheated the food then started eating.

Then I went to college.

My best friend was waiting for me as usual.

"Ai Tharn...is something wrong? you seem down lately" Lhong asked putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head.

"No don't worry I'm fine" I said.

"Alright then...we're going to perform today at P'Jeed's bar remember?" He asked.

I nodded and smiled.

"Why did you forget the lyrics?" I asked amused.

"Ai Tharn...what the hell?...don't worry I didn't I'm actually more devoted then you" He said laughing.

I laughed and shook my head.

"Alright Mr devoted musician let's go to class" I said.

Then we went to our first class.

After a few hours our classes were over so I decided to go straight home to sleep before going to the performance.

Type was still out when I arrived so I decided to go change the bed sheets then do the same to his room.

After I was done with mine I went to his room.

I picked up the pillow but I found a note book under it.

I knew it was wrong of me to snoop but my curiosity got the best of me.

So I picked it up and decided to read it.

I immediately recognized Type's handwriting.

My eyes widened in shock as soon as I started reading.

(Page entry)

16 March 2010

"I don't believe in the shit which the therapist says and I'm not going to start this with the stupid dear diary statement.

I'm only writing this because the therapist said that I should speak to someone.

And because there's no way in hell I'm going to tell someone that I was molested by a man.

So I'm only writing this to get it off my chest"

(Page end)

I flipped through the notebook and stopped at a random page.

(Page entry)

20 August 2012

"The treatment with the therapist isn't working...