Present time*
Tears flow down my face as I held that newspaper that screamed the words that I wished I never saw. My hands trembled as I grabbed that dreadful paper as my tears hit the tile floor. The faces of my friends held much sorrow. I cried, and shouted his name, cursing myself for not being there for him when he needed me. I was so blind. I could've stopped him.
"I should've stopped him."
Now I'm too late.
Past time*
"Hey, look, here comes that emo."
"That weirdo, HellBent?"
"Yeah, I mean he doesn't want anyone to call him by his real name! I bet it's something stupid like Benny or something!"
"Hahaha, look at him, he's such a loser!"
"Look at him sit down with his so-called 'friends', yeah right he's not an emo for nothing!"
"What a loser! Can't he get a life, oh wait he can't because he's just a waste of space!"
HellBent was a student at YT high school and he was extremely bullied. Over the years he's created himself an outer shell of a cool, serious, sarcastic, and stubborn personality to cover the sensitive and hurt side of him. The only friends he has are Dolan, Dolan's no name brother, Melissa, and Shima. He lives in an abusive household and is always getting beat up and sometimes to the point of passing out. Just because of one parent being drunk and becoming violent, while the other one is out doing something illegal in the night. And if he isn't hurt enough, he cuts, drinks sometimes, and he's picked up the habit of smoking. He wears a long-sleeved jacket over top of a t-shirt with black jeans to cover up the cuts and bruises he endures. His parents hate him and he knows that. He also was in love with the leader of the group who bullies him, he goes by PTO, or Pringle for short. People run in fear at the mere mention of the name. And little did Hellbent know that someone liked him the same way he did and was suffering similar struggles like him, and they're closer to him than he thinks.
He's been off since theater. Not saying much.
"Seb, what's wrong?" I ask gently.
"There's something I think I need to tell you," he answers meekly.
I stop scrubbing the rose case with Windex and go to the edge of the stage. We sit together, our feet dangling off the edge.
"I-I need to tell you about a lot of things," he starts.
"Okay, I'm listening," I reply. Why am I so scared?
When Carlos has a problem, he goes to Seb and Seb takes comfort in fixing them. Carlos trusts Seb... but for some reason he feels as if it isn't the same the other way around.
Seb's been keeping secrets, and Carlos needs to find out what they are. He thinks the secrets are hurting Seb, not just mentally, but physically, too. Seb is brave and will probably refuse
"Seb, honey, you can't just brush off stuff like this," Carlos corrects me. He sits by me. "You can't just let people hurt you all the time and then go forgive them like it's nothing!"
"And why not?" I ask calmly.
"B-because-" Carlos stutters. He looks away. "Because then..."
"Seb's a good person. The best out of all of us," Big Red comments.
I blush. "I don't know. I just always try my best to do the right thing."
But at that moment, a thought hits me like a rock to the head.
Keeping secrets from Carlos isn't the right thing.
I need to tell him the truth.
Soon.
Seb's been getting bullied, and is having a hard home life. He wants to look brave, but he knows he really needs Carlos.
After one painful event at school, Carlos snaps.
¡IMPORTANT!
HERE ARE THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS BOOK:
- Drunkenness
- Bullying, both mental and physical
- Intense parts
- Minor gore
- Sadness (but it gets better :3)
- Fluff
DOES NOT INCLUDE
- Smut (i refuse to write smut)
- Cussing (I also refuse to write the language, although I might say that someone
Written by Story_Weaver_April
Pride banners image from Gocase. Cropped and edited. And also I added the text.