Atelophobia || Graser10 // discontinued

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"My... my parents are out of jail." he managed to spit out.

I covered my my mouth in shock. "Y-your parents? I thought it was a life sentence?"

"Apparently they got out early for good behavior..." he trailed off.

"I-I'm coming home babe, just wait for me." I said after a long silence.

"But your sister, I thought you guys were together?" He asked, fear still in his voice, like he was afraid of his parents giving us a surprise visit at our house.

"Fuck the movie, you're more important, I don't want you doing something you regret. That's the end of it. Goodbye." I ended the call. I pulled my sister out of the movie theater, when she asked why, I explained. "You know how Zach's parents were abusive and how he was put into foster care for the rest of his life?" She nodded. "Well they're out of jail."

"Wait what?" She looked at me, flabbergasted. "They abused their own child and they were let out?"

"Yep." I rubbed my temples in an attempt to get rid of my enormous headache caused by the stress of Zach's parents possibly coming back into his life.

As we got back to the house we said our goodbyes, promising to not wait this long to talk to each other, and hugged until it felt like we had internal injuries.

I walked back into the house, seeing Zach on the couch. He was curled up into a ball, he resembled an afraid small kitten. I admit, it was adorable, but there was no time to coo over him, this was serious, and we had to talk about this now.

"H-hey babe?" I slowly approached him.

"Oh... hey..." he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot from crying, and he had his contacts on. I sat down on the couch and placed my arm around his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist, he was still sobbing. "I-I'm so sorry... I'm such a failure... I can't... I can't even stay clean for a few weeks..."

"No... baby you didn't..." I said with fear in my eyes. He nodded in confirmation. "You did..." I sighed and took his arms in my hands. As expected, when I rolled up his sleeves, there were red marks, still swollen, along with white lines that were starting to heal all along the length of both wrists. He relapsed again.

"I hate myself for doing this... But..." he sniffed, snuggling himself closer to me as I kissed his forehead. "but once you start... its so hard to stop... I know you understand better than anyone, you know, because-"

"Please." I cut him off. "Please, you know how I don't like to talk about it. Can we just focus on you?" I lifted his chin up so that I could give him a quick closed mouth kiss. "We can get through this. They're probably going to want to meet up with you, it's 100% your choice whether you want to do it or not. Remember that."

"I-I want to go meet them. I have to. I need to." He responded.

"Why? Why do you have to meet them so badly? They treated you like shit for 13 years of you life! Why would you ever want to see them again?" I exclaimed.

"I have to ask them why they did it. Why they had to abuse me, why they had to drink so much, why they made me the way I am. I want them to see what they've done to me. And make them regret it."

Hey guyss!

So I've been updating like crazy, I just have so much inspiration for this story and it's just so much easier to write because I don't have to go through that awkward, dating/not dating, phase in their relationship, so that the story doesn't seen like it's moving too fast. I also like how the general story isn't all based on their relationship. It's based on Zach's (graser's) disorder.

Massive thank you to @Lena000 for helping me out with the actual name of the disorder, and now it's the new name of the story. I've been meaning to change it to something better and this was a great chance.

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