Cry's POV

I groaned loudly, being awaken by someone shaking me. "WHAT," I groan loudly and angrily, keeping my eyes closed shut.

"Cry..." It was Pewds voice. I sat up up immediately and looked at him. He was sort of blurry, but I could still make out his hands covering his gorgeous blue eyes, and blonde hair, which looked kind of deformed. Ugh. Stop Ryan. I reached over for my glasses and when I grasped them, slipped them on. I looked over at Pewds. His hair was a mess, and then I remembered last night.

I froze. I felt my self tense up and my blush grow. Pewds gave me a questioning look," Cry?" I was immediately snapped out of it.

"Oh uh... Sorry Pewds. Is something wrong," I asked rubbing my eyes under my glasses.

"Put on your mask, then we can talk," he said firmly. I froze once again... Then realized why he was covering his eyes.

I reached over and slipped on my mask, tying it tightly, the blurry memory of him taking it off last night flashed through my mind. "Okay. What's up,"
I asked. He sat down on the edge of my bed.

"What happened last night," he asked. I gulped. I hoped I wouldn't remember our little session, but I did. Because I wasn't really drunk. I took advantage of him.

"I don't really remember what happened after we played Just Dance," I lied. He nodded, like he believed me. He was silent for a couple moments, like remembering something.

He looked at me and then down at my chest an blushed. I looked down, was shirtless. I quickly pulled the blanket up to cover me. Pewds gave me a look then grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it down cautiously. He gasped at what he saw.

I looked down and saw it too. The hickey that he has left on me. I blushed furiously, and he did too. "I d-did that," he asked, stuttering like crazy.

"I um... Yeah... I think," I lied. Of course I know. I remember it quite clearly. The pleasure of his tongue and mouth along my skin, on my sensitive spot and RYAN! NO! BAD! I looked at him, he just had his head in his hands. Ugh... I feel like shit now.

But then I noticed, a similar mark on his neck. I chuckled quietly. He looked," This isn't funny man. I can't believe I did that." I was taken aback for a second. His tone when he said that. Was he disgusted? I shook it off and poked his neck. He flinched when I touched the bruised area.

"Don't worry, friend. Looks like I did the same. I'm sorry, but don't worry about it-" I started but was cut off by him.

"God Cry! Why do you always say that! Don't worry about it, don't worry about it! You make me feel like it's okay when it's not. It was completely out of line for me to do that to you, and you act like it's no big deal," he yelled. I looked up at him.

"WE WERE DRUNK," I hissed back at him. "You didn't know what you were doing... And neither did I. Why would I blame you for something you had no control over," I asked, a little bit softer and more sympathetic.

He murmured something, I couldn't quite make it out. If sounded like: But I did have control. But it couldn't have been. I am imagining things.

"I gotta go cry... I'm sorry... Bye," he mumbled, before storming of. After I heard the door slammed I face planted into the pillow and screamed. Guilt was over whelming me. I took advantage of him, and he was blaming himself? I'm such an ass. My thoughts where interrupted by thumping at my bedroom door. I opened it to see one of the cries hitting it's head up against the door.

When I opened it, it was already leaning forward, so it ended up face planting. It looked up at me, and I took it in my hands and went back down to my cellar. The cries were all running around, and I decided to sing with them.

I was running through the desert
I was looking for drugs,
And I was searching for a woman
Who was willing to love,
So I could take her like a woman.
Yeah take her like a woman.

I was looking for a bad girl
Looking for a bad boy,
Someone who could take all the night away.
Oh baby I could shake it like a woman.
Yeah shake it like a woman.

I got the eyes on me of a jealous man,
And if you're looking to run
Well then you've already ran.
I break down like a woman.
I break down like a woman.

I go back to Rock City,
That's where she saw me,
Everybody's seen her,
Everyone believes me.

I've been several miles and plenty more,
And I found myself face-first on the floor,
Searching for something.
But never finding something.

And I don't know where I belong,
I'm just trying to get myself back home
And get a little work,
Yeah find my little woman.

I go back to Rock City,
That's where she saw me,
Everybody's seen her,
Everyone believes me.

Oh my my, oh my my, oh my my.
I need to find something.
I'm searching for something.

I go back to Rock City,
That's where she saw me,
Everybody's seen her,
Everyone believes me.

I go back to Rock City,
That's where she saw me,
Everybody's seen her,
Everyone believes me.

I finished off, and the cries went back to their daily duties. I loved that song, Kings of Leon in general actually. They were rock, but not hardcore, almost calming. I loved listening to it when I traveled, but I couldn't travel much more. Not with the cries and The Lord thing. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?

My life was fine. Perfect before this. I didn't have to worry about fulfilling this stupid prophecy curse thing! I didn't want to win and become supreme lord. I wanted my life back. I played video games, hung with friends. I didn't have to hide my face, or become anti social... I mean I guess that's why I started the YouTube channel. To talk to people, without them being able to find out my secret.

I slammed my fist on the ground running back upstairs, well stomping really. "WHY! WHY THE FUCK DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME," I screamed up to the ceiling. Why was I even assuming it was god?

Maybe it was a demon from hell? Maybe I am going to hell... I don't even really care anymore. I just don't want to do this. I need to lose it. I don't want to be supreme lord or whatever. Kill other people? HELL NO! I'm not gonna do that. Ugh this sucks.

I was again ripped from my thoughts by knocking at the door. I opened it to see a fire fighter. He was obviously taken aback by my mask, but began talking.

"A fire has a started a little ways from here and is heading this way... We need to evacuate all homes on the block. Please leave as soon as possible and bring all important belongings. The city will pay for a hotel room, if you don't have anywhere else to go," he stated.

"Oh. Um... Thankyou," I stuttered. It was then that I smelled the smoke from the fire. Shit! I immediately grabbed the three kennels I had. One for my cat, for my dog, and then for the cries. I shoved them into the special crate that was more like a prison. It was made of a sturdy plastic that wasn't see through, and the door was of the same material, it did have small holes in the too of it though.

After putting them in my car I unhooked my computer and Xbox and my other gaming things, along with pictures and irreplaceable things.

When I got in the car I noticed Felix coming out. He had to pet crates in his hand. One had Edgar in it, the little black pug was sleeping peacefully. The other, was covered with a blanket. That's strange though, I thought Maya was Marzia's... I guess not.

I bit my lip, watching Felix packing things into his car. Should I ask him to share a hotel room with me to save money? I am tight on money, but I don't want to go and take things from the city. I can't afford a hotel room right now.

I opened the car door slowly and yelled our," Hey Pewds!!! Wanna share a hotel room?"

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