𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪

Chapter 3 - 𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?

Hilary stood there, shooking and almost unable to breathe.
A very clear "He is mine"  could be heard. "W-What- who are-" she was cut off. "You can never take Brett away from me." Eddy said, clearly angry. " w-who are you..?" Hilary said. "Your worst nightmare." Eddy said, soon the light of the night sky moon shines in through the blinds, revealing a bit of Eddy.

"P-Please leave me alone-" Hilary said, scared. "Stay away from Brett. Or you will face the consequences.." Eddy said. Scaring Hilary even more. Hilary, out of fear, nodded quickly.

Soon Eddy left, leaving Hilary terrified and confused on what just happened.
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The next day while Brett was going to his rehearsal, he tried to find Hilary. Once he did he called out for her. "Hilary! Over here!" Brett said.  Hilary glanced at him and quickly turned away. 

Brett started walking fast to Hilary, confused. "Hilary what's wrong?" Brett asked, slightly scared. "Sorry Brett, I can't talk to you right now." She said. Brett let Hilary walk off. He stood there, dumbfounded.
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Rehearsal was no better. Brett felt himself struggling to keep his eyes open. He could feel his eyes closing ever couple seconds.

He felt as if his whole body was against him. He felt a sharp pain every other couple seconds. Hilary noticed and felt bad. But she was too scared to approach Brett due to what happened last night.
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Brett went to his practice room after it was over and clutched his side, feeling as if he was just kicked from beside.

He quickly packed up and approached the doors outside. Hilary approached him from behind, wanting to apologize but Brett started running, the pain was driving him insane.

Brett ran and ran, ignoring Hilary's calls. The pain took full control of him, enough for him to run away.
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Eddy was walking through the streets, wanting to see Brett. He didn't know exactly where he lived but he had his scent.

His scent was sweet, a tint of darkness that Eddy never seemed to notice. That tiny of darkness had fear and sadness in it as well.

Brett was broken. He never showed it though. Eddy walked through the town, searching and searching, his hands in the pockets of his pants.
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Brett fell down due to exhaustion,  tears already starting to form in his eyes.  Not having sleep was causing him so much pain.

Having sleep paralysis was hard for a small boy like him. He wouldn't have survived in this big world if it wasn't for his ability to survive. ( lmao that didn't make sense but who cares-)

Soon, Brett heard voices. A gang approached him. "Hey kid, give us everything you have, and now." One of them said. The only valuable thing Brett had on him was his violin. His beautiful,  Alard Stradivarius. On which he played beautiful pieces/melodies.  "I-I.. N-No!" Brett scooted away from the gang, using all his force to pull himself away from them.

"Last chance, kid." Another one said. "N-No!" Brett yelled out. The gang approached him and punched him. Brett held onto his violin for dear life. Making sure they never punched him in the back where his instrument was in its case.

The gang hit Brett over and over again, Brett felt like he could pass out. He stood strong for his instrument.  His only source of happiness other than bubble tea.
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Eddy soon heard quiet whimpers and loud kicking and punching. He started running towards it as the scent he had of Brett just started getting bloody.

Eddy saw the gang and didn't give mercy. He grabbed two of them buy the hair and slit their necks with a dagger he had in his pocket. Blood started gushing out from both of them. The two others looked at Eddy, terrified. 

Brett, in a weak state looked up at Eddy. "Ed-" as soon as he said that, Brett completely passed out. Eddy punched the hell out of the other two. Ripping one of their heads off and disposing every bit of them.

The whole placed reeked of death. Eddy simply wiped himself off and picked up Brett. Eddy noticed every part of him was damaged except his violin. Eddy felt a bit hurt at the thought that Brett risked his life for a violin.

Eddy ran to his house. He was quite wealthy and always got what he wanted.
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2 days later-

Brett woke up and looked around, confused. "Huh-?" Brett was cut off. "You're awake," Eddy said.

Brett looked up at Eddy and then touched his back. "Where's my violin?" Brett asked. Eddy looked at him to see if he was serious. "You.. risked your life for your violin..?" Eddy asked, looking at Brett. Brett looked away. "Where is it?" Brett asked again. "It's in my room." Eddy said.

Brett nodded, letting out a quiet "okay". Eddy noticed Brett looking as if he was going to cry. "Are you oka-" Brett immediately broke down. "The whole world hates me! Everybody hates me! I might as well just die already!" Brett yelled out,crying .

Eddy was a bit shocked. He never knew Brett felt this way. Eddy could simply just hold Brett in his embrace. "Shh.. get some rest Brett.." Eddy said in a calm voice.

Brett looked up at him and nodded, eventually wrapping his arms around Eddy. Eddy was a bit surprised but didn't care.

"Please.. just stay with me for a bit longer.." Brett said. Eddy's eyes slightly widened and his mouth opened to say something but he was cut off.

"I don't want to be alone again.."