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" ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ"
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The door suddenly slammed open, the crooked corners slamming into the wall in a harsh manner as all three of them jumped, making Reece aware that Blake was literally standing behind them. But that didn't matter, because the door was opened for a full view.

And what he saw behind it, it made his pulse race faster than anything else, feeling the repulsing vibrations thump in the veins that ran through his body.

He grabbed his hand out, instinctively clutching his hand on George's jumper and feeling the fabric brush against his fingers,leaving a nasty burn of friction from how fast he pulled George close to him, away from the now open door.

"Well,well..and what do we have here?" He felt a tiny portion of friction, so little most wouldn't notice how his shoulders seemed to drop, a small sigh of exasperation leaving his lips, inaudible but yet speaking as million words.

"Elias, fuck off. Seriously." He continued to stare at the boy in front of him, grinning cockily as he shifted in the doorway, blocking the view from the inside. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn't decide in the moment that his mind felt delayed and rustic, spinning very slowly with a ringing in his ears.

His hand was still clutching George in his arms, holding him impossibly close to his own body in a panic. He should be getting the fuck out of there, getting George out of harms way like he had been aiming towards this whole time. But he didn't. He stood there, in shock as he begged his feet to move or even for his mouth to retaliate. But both were stuck in sync with his mind, failing to even progress an inch.

He couldn't take his eyes off Elias, watching with burning intensity as he stood against the weak door, smirking as Blake played into his favourite game.

He always was one for games, Reece knew that from personal experience and he will never forget the sharp scars they left him, the overwhelming pains that had torn his heart when Elias toyed with him and his one visible weakness. And that weakness, it was standing beside him this time, held desperately to his heart. He was right here, and that only meant this time could be worse than the last.

"Oh don't be so rude Blake. George! It's been a while, how are you?" He narrowed his eyes, subtly moving his arm across George's torso and shifting him behind him where he could just about overlook his shoulder. But it wasn't far enough, it never would be, and a shoulder wasn't going to protect him in the next few minutes if Elias dared to turn the tables and snitch on what presented itself as the perfect opportunity.

"H-hi. I'm good thank-" George peeked up from behind his shoulder, peeking up wearily, but he was never one to be rude, and so despite his obvious fear he answers with pure politeness. One that he detested.

"What do you want?" He cut off George's words with his sharp tongue, snaking it across his lip as he tried to stop it from trembling so undeniably. It was revealing all those immense feelings that he had normally hidden well, now they were on display like a screen, telling everyone who witnessed his vulnerability just how weak he was. He could usually conceal these physical indications of fear, but this was different.

It wasn't himself he was terrified for this time.

"Aw Reecey, don't be so rude in front of your-"

"Would you shut the fuck up and lower your voice!"

"Says the one. I could hear you two shouting, are you willing to bet I was the only one? You do know your father is in there right now, and he's already on edge about you reece. He knows." He felt the air get sucked into his lungs, hitting it like a punch bag before piecing a blade straight through it, the air deflating. That's how he felt as he stared at Elias' moving mouth, the words taking all evidence of air from his body.