note from me: I quickly want to apologise for how long it took me to upload an episode! school was taking over my life and every time I tried to write an episode it is either not good enough or I forgot to save it so, to apologise to you people, I wrote an extra long episode and I mean EXTRA long episode. now onto the episode...
WARNING: THERE IS A DESCRIPTION OF DEATH (AND SUICIDE), MENTION OF GUNS AND BLOOD, A LITTLE MENTION OF DRINKING AND PARENTS FIGHTING AND A BIT OF SWEARING!!!!!
bold= the nightmare
Liam fell back asleep, after waiting for Damien to fall asleep. he opened his eyes slowly and, once his eyes got used to the brightness, he knew exactly what was going to happen. he was in a small "room" in the corner of the house that could only be accessed by a small trapdoor behind the wardrobe in his room. to get to the small room, he had to crawl through the inside of a wall that went from his room to the corner near the living room, where he could see everything going on via a small, almost unnoticeable hole from the outside that he'd carved out in the wall a while back. He looked through the hole and saw his parents fighting, glass shards flying in all directions. "WHERE'S THE FUCKING BRAT?" demanded a deep, booming voice that Liam remembered as his father's, who was obviously drunk, "I don't fucking know, you drunk bastard!" replied a frantic, higher-pitched voice that Liam remembered to be his mother's, who was crying. Then there was a small "ch ch", it was the sound of a gun getting loaded. "lying bitch" said Liam's father before a loud bang. Then there was almost silence with only a bit of sobbing coming from Liam's father mixed with much repeated chanting of "what have I done, what have I done". Liam watched the blood seep down from his mother's forehead, beside her tear-strained eyes, down her pale neck and then slowly infect the fabric of her bright yellow shirt, staining it the deep red that the slightly thick liquid possessed. He watched as she fell to her knees and she fell forward onto her chest, her face landing in the direction of Liam, who simply looked at her with no emotion at all, she didn't contribute much to his life anyway so why should he be sad about her death? Then he brought his attention to his father, who now had the gun to his own forehead, tears falling down his face, still chanting "what have I done, what have I done" several times and breathing heavily. Another loud bang brought complete silence to the house. Liam watched as his drunken father fell over to his side, gun still in hand.
Liam woke up and opened his eyes and, when his eyes got used to the brightness of the morning, he realised that someone's face was VERY close to his. He panicked a little before recognizing the face. It was Damien. Liam gave a sigh of relief and then, when his brain processed just how close Damien's face was to his, he felt his face heat up and probably turn the colour of a tomato. Liam tried to move away but Damien was hugging him tightly, to the point where their bodies were touching in almost every spot. 'I guess I'm just going to wait for him to wake up then' he thought. and, as if some sort of miracle happened, Damien woke up at that exact moment and, when he too noticed how close together they were, turned a bright red colour that Liam thought his own face was. Damien released Liam from his grasp, stood up, and went out into the hallway in a slight jog, closing the door behind himself.
Damien leaned his back against the wall and sighed, his heart was beating so fast that he thought that it would escape his chest. He then went into the bathroom, the last door on the right, and washed his face with cold water to try to tame down the blush that his face now possessed.
After a while, they both were in the kitchen, the door at the end of the hallway. Damien was by the stove, making some pancakes and trying really hard not to look at Liam's adorably messy face while he ate the previous pancakes that Damien had made with some maple syrup. A few pancakes later, there was the sound of keys and then of the front door opening "they're back" Damien sighed with obvious annoyance in his voice, looking at the time, it was 10 past 7 in the morning.
In entered the two men from yesterday, who Liam didn't notice because he was too concentrated in eating the pancake. "we're having pancakes today?" said Mike, which startled Liam and made him jump a little. Liam looked over to the doorway to see who it was and gave a small sigh of relief to see that it was just Mike, and continued with his pancake. Damien also got a bit startled but was expecting it. "yea, it's pancakes" Damien said as Mike and his boyfriend sat down at the round table at which Liam was already sitting at. Mike gave a suspicious look at Damien "you know, I've learnt that you only make pancakes when you're really happy" Mike chuckled "yea..." agreed Mike's boyfriend. they looked at each other and smiled "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" said Mike's boyfriend "yea, I think we're both thinking the same thing" said Mike and they both looked over at Damien and then at Liam and then back at Damien then they chuckled evilly and Mike mumbled, "somebody's got a crush". Damien tried really hard to resist the urge to scream at his brother and instead took out two plates and piled a few pancakes on each. "here you go Mike, Leo and leave" said Damien as he gave the plates to Mike and Leo and pointed to the door. "somebody wants some private time with someone" mumbled Leo as he and Mike left. as soon as the door closed, it was silent again. This unnerved Liam 'I'm bored' he thought. 'Wanna go get ready for school then?' Damien thought back 'Yea sure' Liam thought as he stood up, washed his sticky hands at the kitchen sink and sat back down to let Damien finish cooking the last pancake and, when he was done, Damien lead Liam back to the bedroom.
When they were back, Damien realised that Liam was still in the same plain green, long-sleeved shirt and slightly large pair of jeans as the day before. "hey, your clothes must be dirty, you can borrow some of mine while I can put yours in the washing machine and I can give them back to you tomorrow" Damien said "um.. sure" Liam replied quietly. After going through many shirts and many pairs of jeans, Liam decided on wearing a simple, grey shirt and some ripped jeans.
When they put on their coats and took their backpacks, "be safe" shouted Mike as the boys left "we will" Damien shouted back and they set off to school. "Must be nice... having a brother?" said Liam as they left the house "yea but he worries way too much" Damien replied. After some silence, Liam said "thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, that's very nice of you" "you're welcome, that's what friends do for each other" Damien replied.
Though they were both wearing big coats, their hands were cold in the winter morning breeze. "Hey... wanna hold hands?... mine are cold," said Damien and, after a long pause, Liam said "umm... sure" as he got closer to Damien. Damien grabbed Liam's hand and felt just how cold Liam's poor, little hands were. Damien then took Liam's hand and put it in his pocket with his hand, still holding the small hand that belonged to Liam. "Your hands... They're really cold. Do you want to borrow some of my gloves? Also, you're wearing those ripped jeans... How cold are you? Do you want to go back so you could change into something warmer?" Damien said this, extremely worried, but trying to seem calm. "No, I'll be fine," Liam said calmly. "Ok," said Damien, a bit sad because Liam had refused the offer but also because he was quite worried about Liam, the fragile boy looked like he would completely shatter at any second. Liam was quite skinny, Damien noticed this while he was secretly watching Liam change. Damien knew Liam was skinny but he didn't know just how skinny he was. Now he knew. Those morning pancakes had a definite change in how skinny Liam was but it was a temporary one. Damien frowned as he thought about this. "I don't exactly get to eat much at home... Haha" Liam said, adding that bit of laughter to make it seem less severe than it was but it was also nervous laughter "I can give you food is you ever need any," said Damien with obvious worry in his voice. "Ok maybe" accepted Liam.
They carried on the rest of the way to school with smiles on their faces, Liam's face sometimes turning a bit red when Damien rubbed his thumb over Liam's hand that was in Damien's pocket. As soon as they were about to turn the corner to school, Damien reluctantly let go of Liam's hand, which obviously upset the boy "we shouldn't hold hands in or near the school. Ok?" Damien said with a warning tone "ok..." agreed Liam.
SEE YOU NEXT EPISODE (hopefully)
note from me: OH MY GOSH!!! this episode was over 8,500 CHARACTERS!!!! omg I am soooooooooooooooo sorry that I did not post in sooooooo long!!!!! I was not really in a good mind space. for a while I barely even ate anything other than lunch but now my parents are making sure I eat atleast a big lunch and not just a cup of soup. Anyhow, I was trying to perfect this episode. Though I added the extremely disturbing part at the beginning, I hope you enjoyed the episode!!!!
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