Secrets. -RossxRoyxRobert Sleepover Story!-

Truth- Chapter 14

Totally Not Writing This At 3-4 Am. ANYWAYS TW FOR SEXUAL ABUSE AND NEGLECT.

ROSS'S POV

Everything is spinning. I see Roy run away. My head hurts so bad. I can barely tell what's happening. I think I hit my head on something. Everything's so blurry. The pain seems almost not there but also there at the same time. Everything feels so light. Everything is fading. I feel Robert, I think, holding his hand behind my neck. "Ross! Ross!" I can hear him yell. He's worried about me. My brain is fuzzy... I feel very woozy. (Blood loss) Everything goes dark as I shut my eyes in pain. "Ross!!" I hear again.

ROY'S POV

I think I'm gonna be sick. Really sick. I don't care. I go through the medicine cabinet. There's nothing useful here. I eventually found some older bandages. Good enough. I ran back out. Ross's eyes are closed. "ROY, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?" Robert shouts as soon as he sees me. I don't respond. I just move Roberts hand as I sit down and lift Ross's head up. Blood cakes the back of his head, soaking into his clothing. I don't know how I caused something this bad. I use some of the bandages to soak up some of the blood that continues to flow. I press more bandage into the injury. It isn't actually that deep. It's just really long. The bleeding slows down and I wrap the remaining bandage around that area. He is wearing a tank top, so it isn't much of a hassle. "Robert, you're the stronger one here. Can you move him off the floor?" I ask. Robert stares at me for a moment, but then proceeds to do as said. He struggles at first to pick Ross up, but he eventually succeeds in moving him to the couch.

ROBERT'S POV

The air still smelt metallic. "Roy." I say when I'm done moving Ross. He just looks at me. Tears form around his eyes, and he lowers his head to prevent me from seeing him cry. "Please. Tell me what happened." I say. "I- I want to tell both of you." He says in a muffled, shaky voice. "You can tell Ross later. Tell me first." I say. I'm trying not to be mad. I know Roy would never do this on purpose. "Well. Ross- he- uhm-" Roy starts. "Explain slowly." I say. I'm not good at calming people down, but I'm trying my best. "My uncle. He... uhm... has.. done things. To me. Touched me in places." Roy says awkwardly. My heart almost collapsed when I realized what he meant. "Roy..." I start. "You know how I'm trans?" He asks. I nod. "Part of it is because I wish he wouldn't.. do that anymore. And when Ross grabbed my shoulder.. it just- it reminded me of my uncle. I was never brave enough to push my uncle away. I still aren't. My parents know about this and don't care. I thought that weird monster took care of him. But it didn't." Roy explained. He started crying, for real. I didn't know how to comfort him. But the person who did shifted.

ROSS'S POV (YAY)

I woke up to pain in my neck. I quickly remembered why, and I remembered passing out. I hear a familiar cry. I painfully sit up to the view of Robert sitting at the end of the couch as Roy sobs. He sniffled now and then, but even without knowing what was happening it hurt my soul. Even though he had just injured me physically. "Roy?" I ask. He doesn't look up. I then sat through the painful process as Robert re-told what Roy told him. Not only did I almost start crying myself, I also had the urge to pick up a bat and walk over to Roy's uncle's mansion right then and beat him until he croaked. But I just sat there and listened as Roy's cries continued. It hurt to move. Roy was sitting closer to me than Robert. But I fully sat up, moved over to Roy and hugged him. It hurt like absolute fuck. But it was worth it feeling him gently hug me back. "Is it-?" Robert started. I just looked at him over Roy's shoulder. He joined the hug. We just sat there together for a minute before separating. The pain faded after a bit. Roy's crying slowed after a few minutes.

ROY'S POV

I never noticed how much I had needed to tell them that. Back when that eyes thing was there, I'm pretty sure it erased the recent memory of me sorta-explaining it to them.  I don't know why, but it doesn't matter, they won't forget now. I was still crying a bit, but I couldn't stop. This was too much for me. Hurting Ross really bad, re-imagining HIM. Everything was going downhill. "I want to take my mind off this. But Ross is badly injured because of ME." I say, tears still pouring and splattering on the coffee table. "And how am I supposed to explain the broken side table!?" I say. "You sure your parents will notice?" Robert asks. "They sound like they aren't here much." He says. "You're probably right." I admit. "But they will notice a pool of blood on the floor. I'm gonna clean that up before this room smells permanently like metal." I say, and stand up.

ROBERT'S POV

As Roy leaves to get cleaning supplies, I inspect Ross closer. His tank top is soaked around the top back in red stains. He's lucky it's dark grey, but the blood definitely shows up. "Maybe you should change and put that in the wash.." I suggest. He wraps his arm around and feels his bloody tank top, wincing as he brushes the bandages. "Good idea." He says, and heads upstairs to change. I sigh. I just wanted everybody to have a calming sleepover. But maybe after this we can have fun. And maybe I can build up enough courage to confess to Ross, and possibly Roy.

ROSS'S POV

After I'm done changing, and Roy's done with the mess of blood, we all head upstairs into Roy's room. We sit there in silence, all separately wondering what to do. Suddenly, Robert has an idea. "Hey, if Ross is ok with it, we could have a pillow fight! A friendly, poofy way to take our mind off things, y'know?" He suggested, seeming proud of this idea. My back felt a bit better, so as long as nobody hit it, I should be fine. "Alright." I agree. "Mhm." Roy says. His eyes are still shiny from crying. It took a while to clean the blood, and it got late fast. Roy grabs some pillows and we mess around for a while, whacking each other. It does take our minds off things.

ROY'S POV

Robert tries to hit me and misses, letting out a small cough of laughter before face planting into his own pillow, leaving me a giggling mess. Out of nowhere, Ross attacks and hits me dead on, taking me off guard. I laugh in defeat, but soon stop as Ross stumbles while he attempts to hover over me in triumph, and falls directly onto me. How many times is this gonna happen!? His face flushes red, and I'm sure mine does too. We both laugh it off and Robert eyes us. I wonder what he's thinking. About an hour or two passes by very quickly, and suddenly it's 11 pm. I realize I'm starving. We get ourselves some left over pizza and get ready for bed.

ROBERT'S POV

As we get ready for bed, I question what happened during our pillow fight. When Ross and Roy turned red, it indicated further to me that they indeed like each other. I'm slowly working up the confidence to speak to them. I think it'll be Ross first. I just wish one of them would ask me first. We finish getting ready for bed, Roy gets in his and me and Ross get on our little area.

ROSS'S POV

As we lay down, I think back to holding Roys hand while sleeping. I seemed to not have nightmares when being comforted. I mean, it makes sense. My head didn't hurt as bad either. It hurts pretty bad now, most of it from them but the injury of the lower neck added pain. But it hurts to reach my arm directly up. Bending it doesn't though. I don't know exactly why, but I think it has something to do with the way I landed. But I didn't care. Roy was asleep pretty fast anyways. Robert also seemed awake pretty far into the night. This time, in full consciousness and full mental decision, I wrap my arm around him. Into a hug-like position. I don't say anything, and he doesn't either. I hear his breathing fall into a rhythm soon after. And so does mine, about 5 minutes later.

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