Inhale

Chapter 39:

Joey looked over as he heard the whimpers and pleas.

He was exhausted and so glad his mother left otherwise there would have been a problem.

He sat up and looked over to see corey, whimpering and crying.

He gently placed a hand on Corey's shoulder as he started talking.

Or more so begging.

Joey sighed. He wished he didnt put corey through that pain when he could so clearly see it now.

"Stop!" Corey screamed.

Joey cocked his head as corey kicked harshly, his hands white at the knuckle as he clenched the covers.

"No! No!"

Joey bit his lip it was painful to watch.

"Please." Corey begged

Joey shook corey gently until he saw his eyes open quickly.

Corey sat up, breathing heavily, sweating quite a lot.

"Corey..." joey said retracting his hand.

"Joey!" Corey said when he finally made eye contact, putting a hand to his chest and feeling his raised heart rate.

"W-what happened?"

"Stupid ass dream." Corey muttered

"You've really been affected by that guy Huh?"

"I mean yes and no. I guess yes..." corey sighed "it's so pathetic its-"

"Dont say that!" Joey said "dont say that corey."

"...sorry." he mumbled

"What happened?" Joey asked again

"I told you. Dumb dream."

"In the dream."

"You wouldnt believe me anyway..." corey sighed

"No, please. Of course I will. I'm here for you. Talk to me. Dont bottle it up inside."

Joey took Corey's hand and gently played with his fingers again. Corey sighed and nodded as it felt calming despite how terrified out his stupid mind he was.

He sighed again.

"Take your time." Joey nodded

Corey nodded too "it was...when uh...it happened."

Joey nodded

"Sorry..this is so stu-"

"Corey come on." Joey shook his head

Corey rolled his eyes

"Okay.. I..god. yeah. So in my dream, it was just a stupid repeat. Like yeah, he. God. Shit. Was onfuck. And uh. God. Uh...fuck joey. It's so vivid. Like I'm there in that stupid fucking basement I hate that basement! I hate it!" He screamed

"You're allowed to..."

"And... he was pushing..like down...so I couldnt escape...I was small, and like god...uh...I just in my dream, well same in real life..I couldn't get him off. No matter how much I begged. Pleaded...i hate him."

"What happened next?" Joey asked

"Fucking cigarettes." Corey mumbled

"What do you mean?"

Corey shook his head looking up and biting his lip

"The dream...I remember seeing...his...god his bloody hand. Fuck. His hand. It was blood covered Joey....It was my blood! He fucking....fuck! I hate it. It..he did it on purpose. He..god..why?! Why me?! why for once could it have not been someone else? I trusted him Joey!" Corey shouted "I trusted him! He was all i had!! My escape my best friend! I hate him!"