|Gavin Reed x Male reader| Detroit Become Human|

Chapter Twenty - four

- TRIGGER WARNING -

- Gavin's POV -

Once [F/N] had left, I began going through the other things that I didn't particularly want [F/N] to see. I had some old things in my wardrobe as well as in the cabinets in the bathroom. They mostly contained what was in the drawer [F/N] had gone through but that didn't mean that I wanted him to have to clean those things out. I tossed most of it away, not bothering to think about why most of them are in the places they are, I just throw them away, trying not to let the memories surface.

Everything was fine until I was going through the cupboard in my room, tossing out old deodorant bottles and such but there was something in there that I didn't recognise at all. I take out the small box - a shoebox to be specific - and look over it. It was taped closed, and something rattled inside when I shook it. I move to my bed, still shaking it a little and humming. Confused, I grab an old blade and slice it open, lifting the lid and furrowing my eyebrows when I see what it contains. I take out and an old jar of... Some form of purple substance, that I really don't want to question, before seeing some papers at the bottom. I take them out and turn them over, seeing that they are in face photos, not paper. I flick through them, cringing completely when I see its the ones of myself and Conan that I used to have. I could have sworn I threw these out. I keep going through them, putting one down in the box after I had looked at it.

All was normal until I got halfway through the bundle. I cover my mouth, closing my eyes and dropping them in disgust before shoving myself back on the bed and fighting against the sickening feeling that began to build up in my stomach, closing my eyes and recoiling into myself, not able to stop the gag that forms in my throat as things flash back up again, the thoughts of all that had happened.

Pure panic and pain, that's what was building in my chest, making it near impossible to breathe. I grip at my shirt, tugging at it as if it would give me some relief but that relief doesn't come, instead, tugging at my shirt only pushed the breath further away from me. I was more focused on trying to breathe than anything that I wasn't thinking straight, reaching out for my phone but grabbing the blade I had placed down just moments ago, gripping it in my hand and getting the nastiest of shocks when it digs into my palm, opening it up before I got the chance to toss it away from me. I choke on the sobs that leave me, not able to stop anything at this point, just curling up and praying, fucking hoping that [F/n] comes back soon.

- [F/N]'s POV -

I stare in shock when I open the door the bedroom, seeing Gavin in such a state and blood covering his sleeve, hand and face. I only assumed one thing but that wasn't the case, it seemed when I rolled Gavin over. He stares at me in pure terror before realising it was me, reaching out and pulling me to him.

"Gavin, calm down, what happened? I ask, letting the man lean against my chest as I wrap my arms around him. Rubbing his back, I look around, seeing some things on the bed. The things on the bed just confused me further but right now, I was going to focus on Gavin. I run a hand through his hair, holding him close, "Hey, I'm here, try and take a deep breath, alright? Just focus on me." I mumble, rubbing his back a little more forcefully to try nd get him to breath but he was just way too lost in a panic to even be hearing me. I panic a tiny bit myself, wondering what the hell to do. I raise my hand before giving his back a hard smack - the top, not the bottom, I wasn't trying to hurt him - and that takes Gavin by surprise, making him such in a slightly deeper breath. After that, he seemed to take a few deeper breaths, his focus shifting away from whatever the hell was going on inside his head.

After a few moments, he calmed down enough to at least listen to me. I cup his cheek, gently wiping away his tears before taking his hand in mine, seeing that he had cut his palm open. I carefully grab one of the clothes we had brought, making sure it was clean before pressing it to his palm, feeling more than terrible when his panic mostly turned to just him sobbing.

"What happened?" I ask again, making him turn his gaze to some photos beside us. He then squeezes his eyes shut, cringing and tensing up completely against me. I reach over, taking them in my hand and cringe a little myself.

The photos were mostly innocent just of him and some guy that I can only assume is Conan. I keep flicking through the but stop when I reach one, scrunching up my face when I look over it. It was obviously taken a while ago, Gavin looked much younger in it, from what I could see and he was sprawled over a table, his hips, back and thighs all scratched up. He had blood dripping along the inside of his thighs and he was half passed out, by the look of it. I toss the photo down, barely glancing at the rest before tossing them down on the bed, hugging Gavin as tight as I can.

"I didn't even fucking know he took those..." Gavin sobs out, gripping my shirt and doing his best to collect himself but he couldn't, which I completely understand. "Gav, let's just get you home and clean you up, fuck this place," I mutter, standing up and helping a very shaky Gavin to his feet. He leans against me, almost completely reliant on me to help him out. I take him out of the house, helping him get into the car and making sure his hand was alright. I cup his cheek, making him look at me, "I'll be right back." I say, rushing into the house to gather our things. I glance at the photo's, grabbing them and hiding them in my pocket. I soon lock up the house before joining Gavin in the car.

Now, I can drive but it's been ages so I hesitantly start the car, pulling away from the house, being quite slow before I get the hang of it again, driving us home while Gavin stayed completely silent, the only thing being audible was the sounds around us and the sound of Gavin's laboured breathing. I gently take Gavin against me once I get out of the car, helping him up into the apartment and straight into the bathroom.

I run a bath, making sure it wasn't too hot before I sit Gavin on the edge of the tub. I take the cloth away, seeing the wound had mostly clot itself but it was still slightly bleeding. I grab some medical patches and bandages, the antiseptic and clean cloth before I clean the wound, dress it and gently run my fingers over the fabric, making sure it was smooth.

"Is it comfortable?" Gavin just gives a nod as I help him take his jacket off, him not fighting against me at all as I help him with the rest of his clothing as well. I was surprised by just how much blood he had gotten on himself and his clothes but I didn't question it too much. I help him in the bath and he sinks into it, keeping his gaze away from me. "Gav, look at me..." I mumble, crouching beside the bath. Gavin's eyes lift to meet my own and I don't think I've ever seen a more shattered person in my life. He gazes at me, waiting for me to speak. "Listen, I... Don't know what to say about all this but I need one thing from you... Promise me that you won't let it fester, talk to me, okay? You know you can trust me..."

A moment of silence falls between us and I can see Gavin's brain slowly catch up to what I was really asking. "If you mean, 'don't do something over this', I get it."

"That's not promising me, Gav.'

"I promise I won't..."

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