🥀It's Ok To Hurt & It's Ok To Cry🥀 (Dark cacao cookie)

The quiet agony

Blood on the bedsheets, tears on the pillow, and a broken soul
That's what came out of what happened that night, a night that shouldn't have happened

"If you say anything about this, I'll punish you, and if you persist, I'll say you did it and tried to victimize yourself, they'll never believe that I, an older, 'weaker' man, had done that to you, understood?" Dark cacao let out a barely audible 'ok', vanilla cone and waffle cone walked out, leaving a broken shell behind

Clotted cream shivered, what he had heard was horrors beyond anything that happened to him, screaming, sobbing, and horrifying squelched noises, he understood that his bedroom is right next to theirs, but it's the only occupied room on there floor, nobody except him knew what they did to him, he was gonna tell dark cacao he knew, the alarm clock went off, and everyone woke up
"Good morning everyone!" Pure vanilla yelled joyfully, everyone saying it back to him, Pure vanilla ran up and hugged his father, Clotted cream felt Pure and utter disgust seeing such a kind soul hug such a conniving jerk, Pure vanilla started preparing breakfast "I'll call you guys when it's time to eat!" Everybody walked off to do their own things, all except 3

Dark cacao was oddly silent, not saying anything, and keeping to the more solitary area of the room they were in, Clotted cream needed to pull him away to speak to him "hey dark cacao? May I speak to you? In private?" dark cacao nodded, and followed Clotted cream to his bedroom, he closed the door, unbeknownst to them, another had followed

Closing the door behind them, clotted cream sighed "listen, I know what happened last night, and unless you tell them, you're gonna keep suffering" dark cacao played dumb "know about what?" He timidly asked, clotted cream turned to dark cacao, he had to confront him about it, "vanilla cone raped you, badly, and waffle cone helped him, the only reason you aren't telling them is because you're scared of him! and if you aren't telling them, then i am-" dark cacao shoved clotted cream against the wall and held a pocket knife he grabbed off the nightstand against his throat "YOU CAN'T! YOUCAN'TYOUCAN'TYOUCAN'T! HE WON'T LIKE THAT! NO! I-I'LL CUT YOU IF YOU T-TELL THEM!" his eyes watered as his hands were shaking, this man has been traumatized so badly, he'll threaten you to let his abuser get away with it, it's a disgusting sight to see really "O-OK! ok...I won't tell them..." dark cacao let him down, and put the knife down, breathing heavily, he forced clotted cream to promise to keep it a secret, letting him out the room, clotted cream walked to the bathroom, he heard the footsteps of another cookie walk past the bathroom, he smelled vanilla, so he assumed it was Pure vanilla, so he didn't worry, he washed his hands, he suddenly heard something being pushed in front of the door, he looked under the door to see a set of white boots, he didn't worry much, but then he heard something horrible

Why!?

Dark cacao was shaking, sobbing, a hand wrapped around his,throat, vanilla cone forced him to turn ti face the mirror "I told you not to say ANYTHING!" dark cacao breathed heavily in fear of what he might do "I DIDN'T! I DIDN'T! I DIDN'T-" vanilla cone grabbed his hair and lifted his head up, forcing him to look in the mirror to see his own tear stained face "SEE THAT!? THAT'S THE FACE OF A SLUTTY SNITCH THAT DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO KEEP HIS PRETTY LITTLE MOUTH SHUT!" dark cacaos eyes had became slightly pink with the tears, vanilla cone forced him to keep his eyes open "WHO'S THAT THE FACE OF!?" Dark cacao whispered, vanilla cone tightened his grip "I SAID, WHO'S THAT THE FACE OF!" "A SLUTTY SN-SNITCH TH-THAT CAN'T KEEP H-HIS PRETTY L-LITTLE MOUTH SHUT!" vanilla cone let go of his throat, letting him sink to the floor "next time, I won't let you go so easily, bitch" he walked out, just when vanilla called them for breakfast, clotted cream finally got the door opened enough to where he could get outside, and walked downstairs, vanilla cone was threatening to hurt him again if he said anything, they sat at the table "breakfast!" PV brought out a bunch of plates of pancakes, waffles, fruit salads, toast, and a huge coffee cake, he really went all out "time to eat!- dark cacao, why are your eyes pink? have you been crying?" he felt vanilla cones ocean blue eyes sear a hole in his head "no, my eyes are just a bit sore, I had gotten something in them and I rubbed them too hard" pure vanilla handed out the plates, suspicious of dark cacaos answer, he sat down to eat, paying attention to dark cacao, he was concerned, clotted cream was desperate to call VC and WC out on their bullshit, but dark cacao would strangle him if he did, so he had to sit there, staying silent, he hated it, everyone finished up and walker away, thanking pure vanilla, clotted cream moved over the table infront of his room, closed his door, and locked it, he was going to tell everyone, even if it was the last thing he'd do.