Sorry in advance

ALSO THIS IS CHAPTER 50 OF THIS BOOK

Like damn, fifty chapters of this shit

TRIGGER WARNINGS : violence, blood, gore, DEATH, guns, talks about PTSD and epilepsy, alludes to self harm (cutting)

Damien POV
"Don't go in there,"  I hissed at Quinn. 

"It's not safe,"  Virgil whispered, shaking slightly. 

Quinn looked back at us with tears streaming down his face.  But he turned and bolted into his house.

"Don't!"  Screamed Virgil, but it was too late.  I grabbed Virgil's arm to hold him back from running in after Quinn.

I stared at the small, badly kept house.  Quinn was in there with his dad.  His dad with a gun that just killed Quinn's mom. 

"He's gonna...He's gonna die,"  Virgil chocked out, obviously about to panicked.

"Where the fuck is everyone?"  I asked, looking around but only Virgil and I were present. 

"They're probably dead,"  Virgil cried, falling to his knees. 

"We'll be fine,"  I told him right as three quick gunshots sounded from the house. 

Both Virgil and I flinched heavily.  A scream came from the house.  It sounded like Quinn. 

"He's gonna die, he's gonna die,"  Virgil whispered over and over.  I could only hear the gunshots and Virgil's soft chanting.

I was frozen in horror.  But then Quinn came running out of the house bullets flying out of the house after him.

A man I didn't know followed him.  I couldn't see much of his face, it seemed to be glitching.  Virgil got up to run to Quinn but he was too late.

Quinn turned to look right at his dad as he raised the gun.  With an ear splitting bang, the gun fired.  Quinn screamed but it was cut off quickly. 

I turned just in time to see the bullet tear right through Quinn's head. 

Blood and guts flew out the back of his head along with the bullet.  Quinn fell to the ground with a dull thud and didn't move.

Not that anyone could have survived a bullet to the head.  I started crying.  Quinn's face was just a mess of ripped muscles and busted bone covered in blood. 

"Come here boy,"  The man with the gun growled.  Now pointing the gun at Virgil.

Virgil turned to run but ran right into his dad.   Sadness turned to rage.  I do not like this man that hurt and destroyed Virgil. 

Virgil struggled.  I was about to run to Virgil but was cut off but the sound of another bullet.  But it wasn't from the man at the porch with the shotgun.

Instead, Virgil's Dad has shoved a handgun against Virgil's chin.  The bullet went straight through but didn't destroy his face.

Just a clean shot up through his chin.  There was a look of pure shock and horror on Virgil's face.  Then he slumped, dead, to the ground. 

I turned to run, adrenaline and fear filling me.  But there was my dad.  Standing right there.

"What?!"  I screamed, jolting backwards.  "How?!"

"Daddy's home Damien,"  He purred, raising the same knife he had cut up my face with.  "And this time you won't survive."

I screamed as Dad slashed the knife right across my neck.  Hot blood poured from the wound.  Pain shot through me.

I cried more as pure fear filled me.  Dad raised the knife again, aiming at my chest.  I screamed as he brought it down on my chest.  Over and over again.

He raised the knife again, now aiming at my already scarred eye.  I barely had time to try and defend myself as the knife was brought down right into my eye.

Death.

~•~

I jolted upwards, breathing heavily.  My heart was pounding as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. 

A nightmare.

I took a deep breath, my hand still resting on my chest.  It was just a nightmare.

I'm in Roman's living room.  He was lying on the couch, Virgil in his arms.  A bit of nostalgia went through me as I remembered when I held Virgil like that. 

Patton and Logan were asleep on the other end on the couch.  Remy and Emile were curled up together on the bean bag, Remy snoring slightly. 

Remus, for whatever reason that made him stay with us, was laying on the arm chair.  His feet up where his head should of been.  He looked silly in that position. 

I was laying on the floor on an air mattress.  Evan was curled up, his back pressed against my side.  But the spot next to him that should have been filled by Quinn was empty. 

A little bit of panic jolted through me, making my already quick heartbeat speed up even more.  I got up slowly, trying not to disturb Evan. 

I moved quietly and quickly, not wanting to wake anyone up.  I don't know my way around Roman's house but I need to find Quinn.

The kitchen was the next room over.  It was dark besides a night light next to the sink and a bit of moonlight coming in from the windows. 

But the sliding glass door that led out to the deck was open slightly.  It let in a soft, cold breeze.

I peeked out the small opening to see Quinn perched on the railing.  He leaned against one of the supporting beams of the awning. 

It was snowing.  Barely more than a few flurries but still snow.  It wasn't sticking but it still looked pretty under the moonlight.

The snow made Quinn look beautiful.  It stood brightly against his black wavy hair.  He was wearing a pair of black boxers and an oversized grey hoodie.  I saddened me to see faint scars trailing down his thighs.  I'd recognize scars like those anywhere because of Virgil. 

I pushed open the door and stepped onto the patio.  Quinn looked over before turning quickly away.  He sniffled a bit, quickly trying to dry his tears.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?"  I asked.  "I can go away."

"No,"  Quinn mumbled.  "I just can't sleep."

"This might be inappropriate considering the circumstances,"  I started.  "But is it the best for you to be outside right now?"

Quinn paused a bit, fear and doubt clouding his eyes.  I softened instantly, hopping up on the railing across from him.

"Sorry,"  I said.  "Shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine,"  Quinn mumbled.  "I don't care if he shows up and shoots me or something."

I flinched a bit as I remembered my way too vivid nightmare of that exact thing happening.  Quinn gave me a worried glance. 

"Don't say that,"  I said gently. 

"I'm sorry,"  Quinn mumbled.

"And don't apologize for you feelings,"  I added.  "Sorry I freaked out."

"You didn't,"  He told me. 

We fell into silence.  I turned to look out at the snow.  Roman has a huge backyard. 

"Why are you up so late?"  Quinn asked me.

"I could ask you the same,"  I laughed, earning a small smile from Quinn.

"I already said,"  He said.  "Can't sleep.  My mind's going a hundred through a second and I can't calm down."

"Do you have...PTSD from what your dad did?"  I asked softly.  "Sorry if I'm just assuming, but from what your mom said about what happened to you..."

"I do,"  He mumbled.  "But you're avoiding my question."

"I just had a nightmare,"  I told him.  "Really fucking vivid and scary."

"I don't take you as the type to get scared easily,"  Quinn commented. 

"I'm good at acting,"  I mumbled. 

"Me too,"  Quinn mumbled back.  We both looked up at the same time, making eye contact.

There was a lot of fear in Quinn's eyes.  But they were still the beautiful shade the light grey, brought out by the small amount of smudged eyeliner he wore.  He had a pretty eyes. 

Neither of us said anything.  It was like the entire world slowed down to just the two of us.  If we weren't a few feet apart on a railing high off the ground, this would've been the time I would have kissed him.

But he had a boyfriend.  Named Evan.  That I would also like to kiss.  Speaking of Evan...

"What are you two doing?"  Came a soft voice from the door.  We both turned to see Evan. 

Evan rubbed his eyes and yawned.  He was wearing a worn pink sweatshirt and a pair of white boxers. 

"Neither of us can sleep,"  I told him.  "We're just out here talking."

"It's cold,"  Evan complained, moving over to Quinn.  "Touch?"  Evan asked Quinn.

"Yeah, I'm okay,"  Quinn mumbled.  Evan rested his chin on Quinn's shoulder and hugged him.

"Are you touch sensitive?"  I asked.  Quinn just nodded. I made note of that.

"Sometimes,"  He mumbled.  "Depends on my mood and episode levels."

"I get that,"  I said.  "I wouldn't call myself touch sensitive but I don't like it when people touch my scars.  I think Virgil was the only one I was ever allowed to do that."

"Same,"  Evan whispered.  He flushed bright red as he realized he said that out loud. 

"What?"  I asked, unable to stop myself.  Evan looked uncomfortable so I quickly backed off.  "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No,"  Evan said, moving away from Quinn.  "You told us about your past and Quinn told you about his.  I can tell my secret too."

Evan moved his arms and pulled up the back of his sweatshirt to revel long scars going down and across his back.  They were twisted and horrid looking scars.  The scar tissue standing out sharply.

"What happened?"  I asked, sadness filling me for Evan.  Evan's pulled his shirt back down.

"My parents used to beat me,"  Evan mumbled.  "They did it because of my seizures. It was when I was younger so I don't remember much, but the doctor said it might be forced amnesia."

"What the hell is wrong with them," I growled, wanting to punch them. Repeatedly. In the face.

"Don't worry," Evan said with a small smile. "They got arrested when the doctors saw the bruises on me when I went for a checkup for my epilepsy.  They're in jail now and my adoptive parents are absolutely amazing"

"I'm so sorry Evan,"  I told him.  "What's forced amnesia though?"

"I don't think that's the correct term for it, but it was a traumatic event for me when my parents beat me like that.  So my mind forced itself to forget those memories so as to not develop PTSD,"  Evan explained.

"That's messed up for them to do that,"  I said lowly.

"Well it's over now," Evan mumbled. "Hug?" He asked, holding his arms out to me.

I hopped off the railing and gave Evan a big hug. Evan hugged back, wrapping his arms tightly around my midsection.

"Can I join?" Quinn asked with a small laugh.

"Yes," Evan said happily. We held open our arms for him and Quinn joined our group hug.

I held the two of them tightly in my arms. Wishing more than anything that this was more than just a platonic hug.

We pulled apart but Quinn stood close to me. Only a few inches. We made eye contact again and the feeling came back.

Quinn turned to Evan. The two seemed to have a silent conversation. Evan nodded his head yes with a smile.

"Do you have crushes on us Damien?" Evan asked.

I flushed bright red instantly, my heart starting its quick pounding back up.

"Wh-What?" I stuttered out of shock. "N-No...no I don't."

"You suck at lying," Quinn giggled. "Well no, you are good at lying, but not with this."

"It's pretty obvious," Evan laughed.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled, trying to hide my blushing face.

"Well Virgil told us," Quinn admitted. "So don't try and deny it."

God dammit Virgil. Why did you have to tell them?

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I'll stop, sorry. I'll leave you two alone."

I turned to leave but they both grabbed my hand. Quinn looked to Evan again who gave him another small nod.

Quinn brought his hand up to my non-scarred cheek and pressed his lips against mine. All too quickly Quinn pulled away. But Evan's lips replaced his against mine. They both kissed me.