Chapter Seven:
Revealing

It was three days after my attempt of suicide. Geoff had put me on suicide watch once again but watching me wasn't very exciting. I mostly stared at the ceiling and thought blankly about life.

I didn't go to work, Geoff thought it'd be better if I didn't. I didn't want to eat, but Griffon forced food down my throat everyday. I didn't want to talk, but Heidi made that impossible with the constant string of questions she asked.

Michael came by everyday. That was the only time my mood shifted. He'd smile and tell me things that I missed at work; the newest videos, the latest pranks and so on. He'd try to get me to smile, but for Michael, I wouldn't give him any of my fake shit.

When he was leaving, he'd stroke my cheek and tell me he cared a lot about me and didn't want to get a call from Geoff saying I succeeded in my suicide attempts. He'd rest his forehead against mine and mutter sweet nothings to me. While he did this, I tried not to wonder if he did this with Lindsay. If he was this affectionate and sweet.

When he finally had enough of me not showing any sort of emotion, he'd kiss me and tell me he'd be back tomorrow.

Then it was someone else's turn to watch me.

...

I rolled over and found myself actually getting sleepy. I yawned and looked away from my phone for a second to glance up at Geoff.

"I'm tired," I muttered to him.

Geoff looked up and raised an eyebrow at me. But he nevertheless stood up and allowed me to fall asleep.

I closed my eyes and let the darkness overwhelm me once more.

...

I heard shuffling outside my bedroom. I pushed my blanket off and watched in fear as the shadows grew smaller, telling me I should brace myself.

I threw the blanket back over my head and clutched it tightly as I heard my door creak open and footsteps come closer.

My heartbeat quickened and I surpassed the urge to scream for help. No help would come. I knew that better than anything.

I felt a hand reach under the covers and caress my thigh. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. I tried to shift so the hand would no longer be on my thigh but I felt the grip tighten, holding me in place. I held my breath, knowing that's all I could do at this point.

The hand continued to caress my thigh and started to go up. I felt tears poke out of my eyes as the hand settled on my crotch.

I felt the hand slowly go under my pajamas and then my boxers and settle on the most sensitive spot on my entire body. Tears continued to pour from my eyes as the hand did its nasty and terrible things that made me what to scream and cry.

When they were finished I heard the voice that I dreaded more than anything.

"Good boy, Gavin," My father said.

...

I blinked open my eyes, trying not to cry out in despair. I felt my cheeks to realize they were drenched in my tears. This was why I no longer slept properly. This was why I didn't fall asleep naturally. My father always plagued my sleep.

I looked around my room and noticed I was alone. I got up and reached for my hole of special things and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

I had stolen this from Geoff's liquor cabinet before he found out I had depression. I had put off opening it, wanting to save it for a moment when I couldn't take the pain.

I popped it open.

I took a huge swig, gulping down the amber liquid in a few gulps. The drink burnt my throat but left a satisfying warm feeling in my stomach. I clenched my teeth at the taste for a moment before taking another swig.

After a several more large gulps, I made myself wait for the the drunk feeling. Eventually the feeling came and I felt lighter and less sad. My mind was slurred and I couldn't seem to focus on anything.

I hiccuped and got up, setting the drink on my bed side table. I almost missed and dropped the drink, but was careful to set it down as gently as I could after that.

I stumbled out of the room and down the stairs, nearly breaking my neck while I was at it. I stumbled into the kitchen and looked around.

Car keys... Somewhere, they had to keep them. They couldn't have put them too far.

I looked around in all the cabinets and drawers, even looking in the most unusual places. I searched through everything and eventually gave up after I couldn't find them.

Then an idea popped in my mind.

What if they were already in the car?

I felt my insides light up at the cleverness of the idea. I stumbled out the front door, careful to shut it quietly behind me. The car sat like a beacon of hope in the driveway, waiting for someone to drive it.

My hand slipped onto the door handle and I pulled, finding it to be locked. I thought for a moment, trying to remember the code Geoff used for his car. I took a wild guess, using the same code he used on the doors at work. Surprisingly, it worked. I giggled a little and pulled the door open wider, sitting in the driver's seat and beginning to look for the keys.

I eventually found them in the back of the glovebox. Fishing them out, I pawed the keys until I found the car key. Pressing my foot onto the brake pedal, I stuck the key into the ignition, hearing the car start up, as if it were magic. I smiled and clapped, reaching over my my nonexistent whiskey. Realizing I left it inside, my mind jumbled up the bright idea of buying more alcohol.

I knew what I was doing was illegal. Not only because I was drunk, but because I didn't have a license. I knew how dangerous and stupid this was, but I didn't car anymore. If I died, then I ultimately got what I wanted, right?

Beginning to drive away, I really realized how drunk I was. I couldn't do a proper turn without going halfway into the opposite lane. I drove fifteen miles over the speed limit as well as ran a couple stop signs. I watched my vision blur in and out as the car swerved all over the road.

Eventually, I felt myself beginning to get light headed. I took a deep breath and yawned before shutting my eyes and letting my head slump down. Before I knew it, the car came to a complete stop as I crashed into a telephone pole. Rubbing the back of my head, I stumbled out of the car, collapsing onto the side of the road after realizing I was still half passed out. I looked up at the car, seeing smoke plume up from a wedge in the front of the car. I patted the side, whispering to the car that everything would be okay.

I watched headlights illuminate the wreckage. A woman and what I presumed to be her boyfriend jumped out of the car and over to me. I heard their urgent tones, only picking out the statement 'you have blood all over you'. I reached up to the stinging on my head and found my hand to be completely covered in dark blood. I laughed manically as I played with the blood between my fingertips.

Eventually I laid down on the road, looking up at the man and woman as they crouched over me. I closed my eyes, letting myself pass out completely.

...

When I awoke again I was in my bed with three people leaning over me. Michael, Griffon, and Geoff.

Michael was wiping a cold cloth across my forehead gently, avoiding one certain spot that felt bandaged up. I felt the effects of my drinking from last night come over me and I was instantly grateful for the cold cloth Michael was running across my forehead.

Geoff was the first to speak.

"Mind telling us where you got the whiskey, Gavin?" Geoff asked. He didn't sound mad, but his choice of words said otherwise.

"I've... Had it for a while," I muttered quietly.

"And where did you put it so I could never find it?" Geoff asked, this time letting a slight tone of anger peek in his voice.

I kept quiet.

"Gavin, tell me now. I am so beyond angry at you. Not only did you get completely drunk, but you drove my car without asking, wrecked it, and passed out in front of two people who didn't even know you," Geoff growled.

I continued to keep quiet.

Geoff looked from Michael to Griffon, waiting for ideas. Griffon looked back at Geoff and shook her head, tears beginning to streak her cheeks.

I looked up at Michael and saw him giving me a look. The look was full of pleading, and hope. He was asking me if he could know, if I would tell him and only him.

Something stirred inside me, telling me to tell him. Telling me it was for my own good, that all he wants to do is help me, not hurt me.

I gave in.

I slowly sat up, to Geoff and Griffon's amazement and bent down to reach under my bed. The three followed their gazes to what I was doing. I pulled back the piece of the wall I took out all those months ago and left it down.
Geoff bent down next to me and started pulling out the last of my self harming tools. Razors, lighters, pills, a short bit of rope, you name it. I hugged my body as I watched him pull out and take the last things that kept me sane. Griffon retrieved a box and let Geoff place the items inside it.

Once he cleared out the entire spot, he stood back up and sat next to me on the bed.

"Is that the rest of your stuff?" Geoff asked me. I sighed and looked up, tears involuntarily filling my eyes.

"Yes," I said quietly.

Geoff nodded and pulled me into a hug. But, it wasn't a comforting hug. It felt like an obligatory hug. I felt a part of me break as I realized Geoff was slowly giving up on me.

He pulled away, patting me on the shoulder in an awkward way. I tried to look him in the eyes, to tell him I was sorry for what I did, but he refused, choosing to look at Griffon rather than me.

Afterwards, Geoff and Griffon both left the room, leaving just me and Michael alone. Michael didn't leave, saying he'd watch me and make sure I was alright.

The moment Michael closed the door, I crawled back in bed and pulled the covers up before sobbing out. Curse my father for the terrible things he did to me when I was a kid. Curse him for making me do the things I did. Curse him for ruining the only father-son relationship I could've had.

More tears streamed from my eyes and I cried out in fear at loosing my friend. Michael quickly came back to my bedside and crawled in next to me, resting his arm around my stomach and humming slightly to calm me. Michael's arm was slightly soothing and I felt my body resort to a dull shaking instead of the constant flow of tears and cries. Michael continued to hum until I stopped shaking and came out from under the covers.

I looked up to Michael and saw him giving me a concerned look. I felt like a little kid, just peeking out after a nightmare to see if the monsters were gone.

Michael caressed my cheek gently and gave me a small sad smile. I looked at his hand and saw his scars that he had created a while ago were now healing. I was glad about that but I wished that he would be more careful and less stupid. We didn't need to crazy fuck up's.

My mind wandered to my scars on my wrists. How long would it be before they were healed and were only pale marks on my skin? Probably never considering I wouldn't able to stop.

I was brought back to reality when Michael muttered something.

"Wot?" I croaked, just now taking note of the scratchiness of my voice.

"I said, what made you do what you did, if you wouldn't mind me asking," Michael said gently, using his most calming and soothing voice. He'd been using that voice ever since I'd gotten out of the hospital and it made me worry that I'd never have the old raging Michael that I fell in love with.

I stayed still for a moment, not wanting to bring up the embarrassing and terrible things my dad did to me after I hit puberty. What would Michael think of me? He'd probably be to scared to even try anything sexual with me...

Whoa... Slow down, Gavvy...

"I... Um... My dad... You see... Uh," I couldn't find a good way of starting it. But when I looked up and saw Michael's reassuring smile it gave me a boost to just say it.

"My dad used to... Sexually abuse me."
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Incredibly long AN warning!
Author's Note:
Oh snap! Gavvy was getting touch touched...
I legit sound like a four year old. I apologize XD.
Anyway, thank you so very much for reading! It means so much to me that you guys are enjoying this. I honestly thought no one would like this because of how depressing it is (my mom doesn't :P) but you guys seem to really like it! Please keep commenting! It really means a lot when you guys leave your thoughts on my chapters. It really gives me a boost to continue writing.
So couple things I'd like to say. (So sorry for the incredibly long AN in advance)
So I really want to start another Mavin story (I know another?!) but I have like four ideas and I don't know which once should be it. So I'll leave those below. If you guys could please tell me which one you like best, it'll be greatly appreciated!
~ A hospital setting where all the AH guys are doctors
~ A minecraft/mad King with a couple twists ;)
~ A high school AU
~ And one where Gavin and Michael are both young but they meet each other (kinda difficult to explain this one but if this one gets chosen it'll make more sense)
So those are the choices! Please tell me which one you guys would most prefer!
Secondly! If you guys want to leave some suggestions for this story (or any of my stories) go right ahead and I might put it in. (Mostly for writers block's sake.)
Anyway! For those of you who stuck around for this entirely too long AN, I thank you so much. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!