(Robs P.O.V)

I watched as Lachlan, Preston and Vikk walked out of the room. Not even giving us a second glance. Nor did they turn around to look at us. 

Simultaneously raising their hands in unison I heard a laugh slip out of Matts mouth as they waved goodbye in sync. 

Waiting in silence for a few minutes to make sure they were gone I head out. Matt right beside me. Not seeming as cheery as before.

"You know, I'm actually glad they're gone." Matt declared. Confusion sweeping over me I locked eye contact with Matt. 

"What?" 

"Rob, face it. You're dealing with suicidal people here. Preston is so annoying as we'll. All he did was cry, complain, starve himself. And for what? 

To come here and give you a cold shoulder. That's a pretty dick move Rob, if I do say so myself." Matt pointed out. 

Speechless of the sudden movement I glared at Matt. An expressionless look to his face because he didn't care.

"I'm sure that wasn't his plan.... You even told me-"

"I call it like I see of Rob. And how I saw it, was pretty shitty."

".... You're sick Matt"

"Correction, Preston  is."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, he didn't tell you? Preston's ill. Mentally ill." Matt laughed. A sick grin laced his lips menacingly. Causing my stomach to churn.

"......... You're lying" I defended.

"Am I?"

".......... If he was, which illness?" I questioned. Trying to stop my lower lip from trembling I heard Matt scoff under his breath.

"Oh the best one of them all! Two to be exact."

"Wha-"

"Can it Rob. I'm talking. Preston, you're little.... "Lover"..... Is depressed."

"Oh my-"

"But wait! That's not all!"

"Is this some kind of cruel joke?" I snapped becoming annoyed. Trying to tune him out I failed miserably as Matt's voice drilled into my head.

"You're broken bae has something else so horrid."

"Matt s-stop."

"So twisted!"

"Matt s-seriously, s-stop" I choked out. Tears threatening to spill he pushed on anyways. Ignoring me completely, seeming to be venting from the stress he bottled up.

"So horrid it makes me want to laugh!"

"MATT!!!"

"Cool it Rob, I'm building it up here." An insane tone in his voice I silenced myself. Knowing it was pointless to try and argue.

"You're insane."

"You're wrong on that part. Again, like I said before. The only one here sick in the head is Preston."

"........"

"Precisely Rob. Cool down and accept it. It's okay, you're loved one is just suicidal and has schizophrenia. It's perfectly normal................ Not."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You have a right to know. Don't you think?"

"Not by you no."

"Oh boo hoo! Deal with it! Like I had to.... Deal with Preston for a year." Matt countered. Faltering at his words I took the opportunity to scowl at him. 

Silence swaying between us it left me alone with my thoughts run on fear. Is he actually telling the truth? Is he half telling the truth? If so, why the fuck didn't Preston tell me....

I'll find out, forced or not,....