Evanstan One shots

Two Broken Heart Can Make One

(Cheesy quote. Get over it. Enjoy. This part three of 'Can You At Least Try?' and 'Just Like Me'. I realized that it needed one because part 2 would have been INCREDIBLY LONG 😎 But anyways. Yeah.)

I've been living with Elizabeth for about a month now.
It was a fight to get my stuff out of Luis' apartment but eventually, I got it back.

Not sure what Seb did to him because I never got the full story. Just the "and Seb saved the day" comment. But I don't ask anymore because I got my stuff back and Luis hasn't even attempted to come and do God knows what.

I'm safe. It's thanks to Seb and Elizabeth.
And they both take part in my recovery. Elizabeth is the concerned mother who makes sure I get out of bed, I eat, I go to sleep at a decent hour and get a job.
For a while, the constant fear of Luis breaking in rattled my thoughts for the longest time. For the first few nights, Elizabeth let me have some of her melatonin. With my size, I needed a big dosage but I passed out around 10-11pm every night. My body was on a schedule.

But unfortunately, Seb's abuse doesn't end. Sometimes we hear the yelling between them. Seb has started to yell back. Elizabeth told me that for the longest time, he would just stand there and take it. But now, he's grown a bit of backbone.

I don't know if it was the sessions that were helping him. We still go because I'm still in recovery and Seb, well, is still in the relationship.
Most of the people there have encouraged Seb to leave Alex if he has enough courage to yell back.

But what those people don't understand is that this is a process. With some people, they can't just walk out of their abusive relationship and suddenly it's sunshine and rainbows. The fear of them finding you and possibly hurting you or worse is a fear I know just shakes Seb to the core.

If Seb has anxiety, I almost wouldn't have notice. The boy is calm and stone face when his anxiety does go up. And that's when I learned about internal anxiety. It shakes the inside and it hurts. As Seb describe, you're sitting there, outside all okay and calm, but on the inside, you can't breathe and in the pit of your shaking stomach, it aches. Your tapping foot signals it but no one sees it.
And the thoughts of believing you're all alone is getting worse.

"OKAY!"
I nearly jumped at the loud sound of Mary's voice.
"This session is over. Thank you all for returning and thank you to the ones who are new and may the ones that left find a better path to being saved from abuse."

She smiled at everyone as big as she could, "you are all strong and brave."
She then dismissed us finally.

I get up along side Seb who now sits next to me every session. "Do our usual thing or does dickhead need you home soon?"
Seb smiled, "no. He could care less tonight. We can go ahead and hang out. "
I nodded and we both headed out to a coffee shop we started stopping at almost all the time after the therapy sessions.
Or whenever Alex says he could care less if Seb were to disappear tomorrow.
I would care severely.

I grew a huge crush on him. He's everything I need. Want too. Just a person that could help heal me more. But I can't put that on him.

He's been through enough.
Doesn't need a damaged person to come into his life and drag him away from his own recovery.

We get our usual and sit down at a two seat table. We've talked about each other's life. About how we were before the abuse. And during. Then Seb asks me how is recovery. I say the same 'it's good'
"That's good."

"I heard you guys again. What was it about this time?"
His smile grew small. "It was just him accusing me of cheating. His sister saw you and I out the other day and I'm kind of breaking a new rule by being here with you"