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i  would  honestly  just  wake  him  up.   i  would’ve  done  it  anyways  soon  so  he  could  help  clean  up.   he’s  in  the  living  room.

@horrorcheers  ˒‎˒ ✸    [   he   gives   a   slight   nod   of   his   head,   scanning   the   room,     presumably   for   the   aforementioned   boy.   ]    if   he's   asleep    (..)    i   can   just   come   back   tomorrow?

right..   yeah.   *   she  moves  aside  to  let  the  other  in,   closing  the  door  behind  him.   *   we  were  watching  a  movie  and  i  think  he  fell  asleep.   i’m  not  sure  though.

/  yes

/     here,     @purgatum,    @inaspectus  and  @ntaedium 

@apathclaws,         [   all  along,    jack  had  suspected  that  caleb  would  feel  on  edge,    scared  with  all  this  going  on.     he  didn’t  push  on  it.     but  hearing  it?     the  confirmation?    it  opened  a  whole  knew  perspective  for  him.      a  small  frown  would  creep  its  way  onto  his  faces,    eyes  focused  on  his  boyfriend  in  the  hospital  bed  right  in  front  of  him.     instinctively,    he  would  outstretch  his  hand,    reaching  over  to  gently  take  a  hold  of  calebs.   ]    it’s  not  stupid,    you  have  every  right  to  be  scared.       but  he’s  never  gonna  hurt  you  again,    caleb.     can  you  trust  me  on  that?    can  you  trust  that  i  won’t  let  anything  happen  to  you?    he’s  not  getting  away  with  any  of  this. 

@npraeter  ˒‎˒ ✸     [   he   took   a   deep   breath,    lips   slightly   parted   before   he   continued.   he   didn't   want   to   say   it   aloud.   didn’t   want   to   admit   to   jack   that   his   brave   face   was   merely   a   facade.  ]    that   i'm   scared,    jack.    i'm   scared   he'll..    come   back.   it's   stupid,    i   know.     but,   i   am.

@apathclaws,         you’re   what..?       what  were  you  gonna  say,    caleb?    [   despite  caleb  trying  to  pass  it  down  with  a  “never  mind,”   there  was  too  much  going  on  right  now.     jack  didn’t  want  to  overlook  any  of  it.    ]     you’re  gonna  need  sleep  at  some  point..    it’s  gonna  help  you  more  than  you  know. 

@purgatum   /    take  it.

&&.    @dimwitteds                NO!        STAY    OUT    THERE!         you    freaking    pervert!          [      she    shouts,     panicked    and    now    frantically    scrubbing    her    hands    even    harder    with    soap    and    water.         strings    of    curses    fly    under    her    breath     and    she’s    seemingly    trying   to    remember    if    she    locked    the    door    or   not.         ]             do    NOT   come    in.          i’ll—   i’ll    pepper    spray    you!          don’t    make    me    do   it!

   ˒˒ ܹ   ⨾ 〝     @outwitteds   ̼  …͟       you’re very. . .     naked?     maybe   i   want   to   see   that.   :(      [     and   she   does   pout,    some   attempt   at   a   joke,    despite   how   suspicious   she   still   was   of   the   rina.    she   of   all   people   knew   when   rina   was   telling   a   lie,    considering   they   were   never   good   ones,    so   she   could   pick   out  the   dishonesty   with   ease.    ]       i   would   love   to   see   a   freaky  sasquatch!      maybe   i   should   come   inside,    huh?    im   coming   in.  

&&.    @dimwitteds                 uhm,       i’m—    very     very    naked?        DON’T    COME    IN.         [      her    answer    comes    out    high    pitched     and    more    of   a    question    than    anything    else.        rina    has    never    been    the    best    liar     when    it    comes    to     jo,       she’s    barely    even    able    to    lie    through     her    teeth    half    the    time.      ]            yeah!        very    naked.           you    don’t    want    to    see.        it’s     super    scary,        i    think    over    time    i’ve—    i’ve    turned    into    a    freaky    sasquatch!        

@outwitteds.       ﹠̲          rina,   it’s  not  fine..    seriously,    it’s  just—    it’s  fucked.        *    a   breathy   sigh  falls  from  her  lips,   deciding  in  favor  of  putting  the  dad  conversation  to  bed.   *      right,   yeah—         *   a  small  chuckle  falls  from  her  lips  at  the  mention  of  the  strawberry  bandages,     followed  by  an  eye  roll,    before  she  nods.    *      uhm..    yeah.   wait  here,   im  gonna  go  get  the  stuff.    don’t  go  anywhere.    *   she  exits  the  living  room  just  then,     heading  towards  the  bathroom,    where  the  alcohol  and  bandages  were  stored.    *

jo,     it’s    fine.         you    know    how    he    is.      we’re    always    like    this.          [    she    dismisses.    she    clears    her    throat,     then    trying    to    divert    the    subject.     ]          so     are    you    going    to   help    me    clean    these?         [     she    gestures    to    the    cuts    littered    on    her    face,      smallest    of    smile    on    her    lips.     ]          sadly,      i   didn’t    bring   the   strawberry    bandaids    with    me.

@outwitteds.     ﹠̲        well,    if  you’re  not  leaving,   he  needs  to  get  it  together. . .      because  if  you  turn  up  injured  /again/   if  he  hurts  a  single  hair  on  your  head  again,    ill  kill  him  myself. 

you   had   your   reasons…    though   i’m   still   slightly    bitter,     i    understand.          well,      i   know    you    deserve    it.         you’ve    been    through    so    much    and    you    need    to    get    it    through    your    thick    skull    that    i   love   you    and    i’m    staying.          [      she    cracks    a    small    smile,      it    fades    rather    quickly    though    when    she    looks    down    at     her    lap.       she    bites    her    lower    lip    in   thought,     but   almost    immediately    hisses    in    pain—    she    had    totally    forgot    about    the    cut    there.       ]        

@outwitteds ,,    i love you too—   of course i still fucking love you ..  i don’t get that  because i know i don’t deserve that.  im the one who fucked up our relationship,  i broke up with you,  and all of this is /my/  fault.  why don’t you know that? 

you   don’t    understand    why   i   care   so   much?          jo,     regardless    if    we…    we    aren’t    together    or    anything—      i    still    love    you,      and    i’m    always    going    to    care    about    you.         fuck,     you’re    really    the    only    person    i   have    left.     you    mean    a    lot   to    me,      why    don’t    you    get    that?

you   know   what,     fuck   this.         i   don’t   know   why   i   even   bother   with   you   at    this   point.          all    you   do   is   make   me   feel   so    shitty.          i   came   over   here   to   escape   from   that   feeling    with   my   dad,     not   add   on   to   that.       whatever.         [    she   scoffs,     a    look   of   hurt   seeps   into   her   features,     but   she’s   quick   to   turn   on   her   heels   to    hide    that.    ]        night,    jo.      

@outwitteds ,,    you still think it’s an act?   i guess you’re never letting that go.   [  she merely shrugs then,  clearly trying to convince herself and rina she was being serious,  though she knew deep down it really was an act in the end.  ]

keep   up   the   cunt   act    all    you   want,       but    sooner   or   later   when   it   doesn’t   work   for   you    anymore,       i    sure   as   hell    won’t    be    around.       [       she    ignores    her   last   comment,       but   it   does    tick    her    off    more.     she’s    been    on    edge   since   her   fight   with   her   dad—   now   all   of   this   is   just   making    it    worse,    making   her   more    agitated.       ]