forum •Fucking With My head• [one/one]

Started March 17, 2020 by Deleted user

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(alrighty! sorry for the delay too, ive been very out of it, my brain hasn't been working properly nowadays)

"Oh, that's good- wasn't expecting a break" he muttered as he kept mixing the ingredients, he glanced sideways at Beck and saw the fading bruise. Soon his face showed a light pink tint on it. He hadn't planned on punching him that hard. It just had…he had done it in the heat of the moment.
Beck didn't know it but Kohen tried his best to bump into him as much as he could in the kitchen.
Fast forward to their break time and Kohen was covered in sweat. "arrgh!!" he yelled, throwing his apron off. The kitchen was getting to be unbearable. His hair was a mess and he was pretty sure he looked like shit.
Kohen prided himself in having a good presentation, but now-
He groaned. He didn't even want to think about it.
Then a small thought creeped into his mind. What if Beck had seem him like that? They hadn't bumped into each other in the last thirty minutes, but what if?
He flushed red. Beck this. Beck that. What the fuck was wrong with him?!

(it's fine!)

Beck nodded a little bit, and continued to work. He didn't overly mind when Kohen bumped into him, just so long as he wasn't sent sprawling. Which he wasn't, so. No harm no foul, right? He hummed quietly to himself as he worked, but was enormously grateful when break time came, slipping out the back door to stand outside in the cool night air, leaving the apron folded neatly on a shelf. He was sweaty and felt just gross, his red hair messy and unkempt. He tugged at the lower part of his shirt, making the shirt move to get more cool air against his body.

Kohen tried to cover his face as much as he could, but to no avail. He just had to sit there miserably for a solid thirty seconds. Kohen closed his eyes, trying to picture himself anywhere else but here. Right about now he would be raising hell with his friends instead of participating in this dumb ass charity whatever.
And as soon as he thought that he saw something coming in from the distance he decided he would go back in. There were three silhouettes, but he couldn't make out who.
I mean, there was also a game going on at the same time. The committee had decided to host the pancakes for supper along with the game finals, it was kind of smart in a way.
Kohen shrugged it off as teenagers coming to the pancakes thing.
He suddenly got up and decided that was enough fresh air for him, he wasn't in the mood to deal with others, he would leave that up to Beck, but as soon as he stood, he heard one of the kids call his name out.
"So this is what you're up to!" One of them called out.
Kohen frowned. They came closer and now it was clear as to who it was in the light. It was Jake and the other two. He groaned.
Jake came close and wrapped a arm around Kohen. "Or maybe you're playing around with some hot males?" He teased and that's when Kohen pushed at him, but Jake wouldn't budge.
"Will you shut up?" He said, embarrassed out of his mind.
Then Jake's eyes landed on Beck. "oooooh~ I see what's going on here…you want some alone time with him, huh?"
Kohen then shoved Jake away roughly. "Shut up! I'm not-"
Then Jake walked over to Beck and did the same to him, he wrapped an arm around Beck. Kohen could feel his heart stop for a split second. "Jake-" Kohen warned.
"Whaaat? We're friends, aren't we?" He spoke to other male.
Kohen could feel the anger burning inside of him, and it translated onto his cheeks. Jake could see the anger written all over Kohen's face and his features lit up. "Ahaha, oh my god Kohen, so soon? You're such a playboy!" He snickered. Kohen had had enough. "I'm done with this." He growled and started walking over to the door, but Marcus was already there, blocking his way.
"Out of my way Lighter."
Marcus just crossed his arms. "What are you gonna do? Make me?" There was a dangerous tone to his voice- one that Kohen was not willing to test.
So he turned to Jake. "What do you want?"
"Im just curious as to why you've ditched us recently. You haven't even picked up our calls- We've been so lonely~" He chuckled. Then Jake's demeanor changed. "Or maybe you think you can leave us for this boy toy here" He said coldly, all amusement gone from his face.
"He's not my 'boy toy' or whatever the fuck you're thinking of. I'm done with that, I told you." Kohen protested.
Jake arched an eyebrow. "mmmm really? So if I just…" Jake didn't even finish his sentence, he decided to demonstrate by pressing his lips onto Beck's.
Then Kohen lost it. He went at Jake. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He tried to swing at Jake but Rae got ahold of him first and held him back. "Let go of me! What did you really come here for Jake? Just to mess with me?"
Jake was laughing hysterically at this point. "I cannot believe that actually worked! Jesus Kohen! You need to control yourself. He doesn't belong to you, I can do whatever the hell I want with him. I can even-"
"Shut up!" He tried to break loose from Rae but then Marcus joined in and grabbed his other arm. Marcus seemed a little irritated now, and it wasn't because of Kohen. It was because Jake had kissed the other male.
"Well? What do you think? Do you like Kohen too?" Jake asked. He really didn't have respect for anyone.
Kohen just looked away, a defeated look on his face.

Beck froze when other people came over, his whole body going still as he was grabbed, his shoulders pressing in close to his body and those brown eyes going wide and afraid, darting around the group, silent as they spoke and leaning away from Jake, hating the contact, the touch.
And then he was kissed.
He froze even more, his body going stiff at the unwanted contact, hands shaking by his sides as memories of the past, of his father, swarmed his mind. And then his hands were coming up, shoving Jake away, feet carrying him backwards until he felt the wall behind him. "Don't touch me." he snapped, hands shaking, face pale. It's okay it's okay you're safe, dad's not here he's in jail, remember? Remember? Don't break down over this, you're okay. You're okay.

Jake's lips curved into a malicious smile. "Oh, I'm going to do more than just touch you" He threatened, walking towards Beck, eyes determined.
Kohen could feel his mind go blank. He didn't want to see this again. He saw it too many times and he couldn't get it out of his mind no matter how hard he tried, it was burned to his memory.
Kohen was a good guy on the inside, he just didn't know it. He had been around Jake's influence for too long that he had forgotten what it felt like to have morals.
But even though Kohen might have been a good guy, he couldn't do anything when Jake grabbed the other by the neck and whispered something into his ear.
"JAKE" Kohen tried, but he knew that Jake wouldn't listen. Jake suddenly stopped. "I've got a better idea. Why don't you prove to me that this isn't what you want?" He said hinting at Beck. "You take over. Besides, this is what you signed up for when you joined us"
No it wasn't. Kohen hadn't expected everyone to be so ruthless. He just wanted to have someone he could get along with.
This was the moment Kohen had to chose if he wanted to go down that road or seek out what he really wanted which was a good education- a normal life.
Kohen looked up at Beck as Jake held onto him.

Beckham was shaking in Jake's grip, those brown eyes of his wide and scared. He looked smaller than he already was, his breathing fast and a little uneven, catching in his chest. Don't do this, please don't do this. He knew that if this went any further, if Jake or Kohen did what Jake was threatening…Beck knew he wouldn't be able to pick up his own shattered pieces. He hadn't hurt himself in a month and a half and he knew that that progress would be erased, smashed away. He hadn't had a breakdown or panic attack in about the same time span, and he knew that if this went further, his mental state would be back to where it had been when he was ten. Frightened and afraid and flinching at everything, cutting so deep it needed stitches, just to feel something other than that empty ache inside of him.

Jake ran his hand under Beck's shirt, as if to taunt Kohen into action.
Kohen closed his eyes. This was supposed to be volunteer work for fucks sake. "Alright fine!" Kohen finally gave in. "Just stop touching him." he said opening his eyes. They seemed dead, no mercy to them.
Rae and Marcus let him fall forward. I mean, isn't this what he wanted? To prove himself to his friends? Well now he was being given a chance. Would he take it though? Or would his consciousness weigh down on him?
He got up and walked up to Jake and Beck. Jake released Beck and crossed his arms.
Jake knew Kohen wouldn't do it, but if he did….then that would seal the deal. He would be one of them. But it was fun messing with Kohen, he was too innocent even though he got into fights often. He was such a kid.
Or at least that's what Jake thought.
But Kohen was being forced right now, he was like a cornered animal. And for a second there his mind wandered into an even darker realm.
Murder.
And so when he went to touch Beck, his mind did a one eighty and his knuckled made contact with Jake's jaw instead. Marcus immediately sprung into action and tried to hold him back but Kohen was just as strong.
Kohen gave Beck a hard cold glare in his direction as if telling him to run- to go back inside.
Rae saw what Kohen was doing and turned a blind eye to it, because just like Kohen, she wasn't fully on board with what Jake was doing.

Beck flinched hard as Jake's hand ran under his shirt, shaking harder. When Jake let go, he stumbled a little, catching himself, eyes caught on Kohen with that fear still so obvious in his eyes. Then the fight started and he was going, fleeing back inside to the safety of other people, trembling and shaking, breath catching in his chest as the panic and realization of what had just happened sank its claws and teeth into him.
He fled down into a hallway, close enough to the volunteer area that if something else happened, someone would hear, but far enough away for him to be alone. He sank down onto the ground, leaning against the wall and trying not to start crying.

Soon enough Kohen was pressed against the ground, he couldn't overpower all three of them.
"What are you trying to prove? Trying to act the part? Maybe if you're a hero then he'll like you?" Jake laughed harshly, his jaw still sore. He rolled his eyes. "Pathetic."
Kohen wasn't doing it for anyone. He was doing this for himself. All his fucked up life he had been subjected to do things he didn't want to do and every time he had given in. Not today though. "Whatever. I'm not like you. I may try to hide the fact that I'm gay- may even be a hypocrite for beating up others who are, but I will never sexually abuse them. You're disgusting Jake." And for once Kohen was saying what was on his mind. In a way he was thankful for this encounter with Beck. He wasn't going to hide how he felt anymore.
Jake stood quiet, looking down on Kohen with disdain in his eyes. "I think maybe you'd like to take his place then? You're a bully Kohen, but if you want to be demoted from that rank, I'll be happy to help you out. Soon you'll feel what you've done to others. You'll be all alone and no one will have pity on you because of who you used to be."
Kohen seemed to freeze. Jake was right. He would go back to square one. Part of Kohen wanted to beg for forgiveness like he did with his father, but there was part of him that was too prideful to do so.

Jake scoffed and looked at the others. "Get him up and bring him to the car."

And hour had passed, it was already midnight and kohen sat in a secluded part of the parking lot. He couldn't bring himself to go back in after what had happened. He couldn't even stand for fucks sake.
Part of him wanted Beck to have been in that situation instead of him. Why should he take the fall?
But Kohen hadn't cried. He hadn't even put up a fight. His clothes were messed up and he had some bruises on his neck that bothered him. God, he hated everyone so much.
Instead of dwelling on what had happened he got up. He needed to get some sleep since he had work later that day.

Beck hadn't been able to focus, too shaky from what had almost happened. He had ended up calling Lily, his older sister, to ask her to pick him up. Lily was a senior, and trans, having been born male but identifying as female. She and her twin brother, Rowan, were the oldest two in the Altair family, and, like Beckham, had been adopted. She showed up after a little while, parking and letting Beck know that she was there to get him.
Beck was still shaky, his hands trembling by his sides and half of him wanting a razor blade to cut and cut and cut until this shaky fear was gone again. His eyes landed on Kohen, and he bit his lower lip a little bit, eyes traveling over the taller male for a moment before settling on his face.
"Do you, uhm, do you want a ride?" he asked slowly, gesturing vaguely at where Lily was waiting in the car. I owe him for that. He didn't know what had happened after he left, but he knew it had probably been bad.

Kohen stared at him for a while before sighing and giving in. "Yeah, sure, why not." Part of Kohen was glad that he was enveloped in darkness. Beck couldn't really see the miserable and disgraceful state he was in.
Kohen started to walk and could feel his legs start to give out, but forced himself to keep going. How embarrassing would it be if he just toppled over? And so he walked with a slight limp in his leg.
He made sure Beck got in first, then he went and sat.
Kohen looked around the car, it smelled nice, and it was comfortable. He had always wanted one of his own. For some reason Kohen was always interested in the smallest of things. He wondered what the scent was called. He smiled a bit at his own curiosity, maybe it was just his way of trying to keep him focused on something so his mind didn't wander to what had happened. He was tired though and his eyes felt heavy. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it.

Beckham sat down in the passenger front seat, swallowing softly and looking back at Kohen for a moment. "Where, uhm, where do you live? So Lily can get you home." he gestured to his older sister, who was eyeing her second passenger in the rearview mirror with a slightly raised eyebrow. She was about the same height as Kayen, with long dark hair and a slim form.
"Or would you rather go to a hospital?" she asked after a moment, leaning forward and starting the car.

Kohen stiffened at both of their questions and subconsciously wrapped his jacket closer to his face. If Kohen went back home looking the way he did, he was gonna get it again and what Jake had done had been enough for the night. He wouldn't be able to take another beating. "No, no hospital" He muttered. "Just drop me off downtown near the motorcycle club.."
Yes. Kohen was a dumbass going back to Rae for help after she had helped Jake with his stupid desires, but he really didn't have anywhere else to go and she was the closest person to nice that he could think of.

Lily frowned slightly, not driving yet. "I… really can't do that." She said slowly. "I'm not dropping a…15 year old?…off by himself at a club. If you can't go home, you can come home with us. Mom and dad won't mind." She glanced at Beckham for a moment, then turned to look back at Kohen again.
Beck's eyes widened. He still hadn't forgotten the things Kohen had said that day in class, and even with what had just happened…a large part of him was still afraid of the other male, perhaps even more so now. But he didn't protest, just bit down on his lip, fidgeting a little bit. He wanted to get home and curl up in his bed and sleep. And hopefully be strong enough not to cut himself open.

Kohen seemed a little surprised at the offer, having snapped his attention up at Beck's sister. He really hated bothering others because of his own problems, but he'd have to take their proposal this one time. It was an emergency- well…at least it was in his mind.
"ah, um…" He glanced at Beck, expecting him to protest, but surprisingly he didn't. "I…thanks. Yeah…I hope you guys will have me…sorry for the trouble.."
Then kohen went back to staring at the floor, breaking eye contact. His father had beaten that into him from a young age- to make eye contact when others were speaking to him- quite literally too.

(by the way: i should have said this earlier, but i'm totally okay with you doing whatever you want to Beckham. Honestly, just fuck him up, i love hurting my characters Im not a sadist i swear)

Lily nodded firmly, and started driving. "It's no trouble." she replied. "Beck told me what happened, and you don't look so good." she pulled out of the parking lot, eyes fixed on the road. Lily and her twin brother Rowan were both seniors at the school, both well-known, though for different reasons. Rowan was well-known for being on the basketball team, and for the fact that the right side of his face was horribly scarred, having been burned when he was younger. Lily's left arm bore the same sort of burns; both injuries were courtesy of their birth parents.
Beck was silent, leaning his head on the window, curled up with his knees to his chest.

(ahaha, well i am, and now that i have the green card to go, im gonna take this consent and run with it~)
(also, im gonna spare us the pain and skip forward to when they get to the house)

As soon as Beck's sister drove away he would feel himself relax a bit, finally being away from the place he had been beaten down on. "It's okay, this happens a lot.." He muttered, forcing himself to not make eye contact even though he knew he was supposed to.

Then, as the few minutes of silence to himself flew by, they were suddenly at Beck's house.
Kohen spared no time in getting out. He shoved his hands into his hood's pockets and tugged on it downward- like an awkward teenager. He waited for the others to get out before walking up the door.
He had never seen beck's house and had always assumed he was some sort of rich kid, but looking at things now, his house seemed pretty normal- average. A part of him was relieved for that.

(alrighty!)
(Kk)

The Altair home was by no means the home of a rich kid, no, though it was of a decent size. it had to be, seeing as how there were five kids, a dog and a cat, and the parents. The cat belonged to Beck, and the dog was just the family animal. Lily parked the car, pulling the key out. "Come on, boys." she said. "We need to talk to mom and dad about where Kohen's going to sleep."

Beck simply nodded a little bit. He had been quiet the whole drive, staring out the window. He got out of the car, taking a deep breath as they headed into the house. They were greeted at the door by Mr. Altair, who was a tall man in perhaps his late thirties, with dark hair and tanned skin.

"Beck, you alright?" he asked, making no move to touch his adopted son; he didn't know what headspace Beck was in, and knew that a touch could go the wrong way.

Beck shrugged a little bit, taking a deep breath and hoping his dad wouldn't ask too many questions. That was how he thought of Mr. Altair; as his dad, seeing as how his biological father was a piece of shit.

Mr Altair nodded a little bit, stepping out of the way so that they could come in. Lily moved over to their adoptive father, speaking to him in low tones, gesturing with her hands slightly. Mr Altair nodded again, looking over at Kohen. "Of course it's alright if he stays tonight." he said, both to Lily and to Kohen.

Kohen casually walked in after Beck and Lily, making sure to keep his distance. Whenever he was in a new environment he made sure to be cautious. There wasn't anything that Kohen needed to be afraid of, but it was something he did subconsciously. Kohen also happened to be a good observer- he had to be, or the smallest of details that was off in his house would set off his mother. So when Beckham's father didn't move to receive his son, he found it odd. Now Kohen wanted to know what was up. Ever since then, Beck had always acted strangely- he could tell in smallest of his movements.

As soon as Beck's father turned to him, he quickly ducked his head a little, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. He was okay with looking at the others in the eyes, but when it came to older males- around the age of his father, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Thank you, I appreciate it" He said almost too stiffly as if he was nervous.

Mr Altair nodded. "Of course." He replied. "Beck, can he stay in your room tonight? Uncle Jacob is still here, and he's got the couch, so…" He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little awkward. "And Jake would sleep on the floor if I asked, but I'd rather not ask him that, when you've got room. Unless that doesn't work for you two?"

Beck stiffened a little bit, inhaling softly and looking over at Kohen. He looked away after a moment, scuffing his foot along the floor. "I…I guess…" He mumbled, not meeting any of their eyes. Sure, his room which was big enough for two, but…but Kohen? Sure, Kohen had saved him, but…he closed his eyes for a moment, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

Kohen watched the uneasiness in Beck's gestures. Of course. Why did he think for one second that Beck would not be afraid of him?. I mean, he had gone at the kid. This was his fault. Maybe if he had been nice from the beginning none of this would be happening. But of course Kohen always had to be that one asshole. Right about now, Kohen was mentally cussing himself out. Why had he taken the offer? He should of just walked home. Even his dad's beatings sounded better than the painful awkwardness in the room he was being put through.
Maybe it wasn't too late to opt out? But Beck's dad was being kind enough and Kohen didn't have it in his heart to turn the offer down now.
"No, I'm sure it will work out- unless Beckham doesn't want to. I'm sorry for the inconvenience" He said, bowing a little, like how his dad made him do whenever he was apologizing. Kohen seemed respectable in these kinds of situations. It wasn't something he got to show off very often.

Mr Altair looked a little pained. "Yeah, alright. I…know this isn't ideal for either of you, but until Lily and Rowan move out, we don't have any spare bedrooms."

"Dad, if that's a hint, you said yourself that we were welcome to stay as long as we want or need to." Lily said, narrowing her eyes at their father.

Mr Altair laughed a little bit. "Yes, that's right. I'm not giving hints, Lily, calm down." He looked at the two boys. "Now, if that's everything, let's head to bed? Beck knows where everything is."

Beckham nodded a little. "Come on." He said to Kohen, not meeting his eyes as he kicked off his shoes and headed upstairs, going down the hallway and opening up the door to his room. He had a queen-size bed, and laying in the middle of it was a grey tabby kitten, that opened its eyes as they came inside. He greeted the cat with a soft, quiet coo, forgetting for a moment that Kohen was there. There was a bathroom off the room; this was originally the guest room, before he came here, and he had needed his own bathroom due to…issues. The cat stretched lazily, jumping down off the bed and walking over to Kohen to inspect him. Two walls of the room were painted a gentle eggshell blue color, and the floor was a bit messy, clothes and random objects strewn over it without any organization. Beckham looked back at Kohen for a moment, then away again, chewing on his lip and unsure what to do.

Kohen nodded, almost envious at the father-daughter interaction. He had to look away before he brought any more unwanted attention upon himself.
He followed Beck upstairs and had to pause before he entered his room. Kohen's eyes widened a little. The room was big. Very big in Kohen's opinion. He slept on the couch since their house was small- only three people lived in it and there were only two rooms. Thinking about this made Kohen's head hurt because he was reminded that his father was not on good terms with his wife.
But he finally stepped in when he had collected his thoughts. "Thanks" he muttered at Back's words.
"Your room…it's um, nice." He said, looking around also noticing the bathroom. Beck had it all. What more could a kid want than this?
He had a nice father, loving siblings, a big room, a cat.
Kohen's eyes drooped a little. It was all he had wanted too.
When the cat came down from the bed to check Kohen out, he looked down at it and crouched, a small side smile displayed on his lips. He let the cat get famliar first before he went to pet it. As soon as he took his hand out of his jacket's pockets there were clear visible scars on them- scratches.
Kohen loved cats and often times spent the rest of his day after school on the streets feeding the strays. He would get too close to some though and they would scratch him, but he didn't mind.

"Thanks. I've only got it because i had a nervous breakdown in the other one that I was supposed to have." Beck replied, shrugging his shoulders. The truth was, the other one had been closer to the rest of the family and he had started shaking or crying every time someone came too close to the door, because he had been so used to footsteps meaning his father, so used to footsteps meaning that pain was coming and that he couldn't do anything to stop it. So he had been moved to what, at that time, had been the guest bedroom. This one and the master bedroom were the only two with connected bathrooms, and in reality, this was supposed to be a jack-and-jill bedroom, with the bathroom shared between two rooms. But the other bedroom that would originally have connected to the bathroom had been blocked off, the door to the bathroom filled in. The room was now used as an office space. His eyes fell to the kitten, which was leaning into Kohen's hand. "His name is Smoke." he said simply, taking off his jacket and setting it in the closet. "I'm going to take a shower." he headed into the bathroom without another word, not sure he could handle having to talk any more than he already had.

Smoke purred quietly as he was petted, leaning into Kohen's hands. The little tabby kitten had an extra toe on each back foot, and his toes were white, as if he had dipped them in paint. Otherwise, he was a beautiful grey tabby color all over, and still rather small. He wasn't even a year old yet.

Kohen nodded his head in approval. "That's a lovely name, I love it." He said, his smile widening as the kitten leaned into his hand. He seemed to be in love with small kitten- they were his weakness after all. Kohen's eyes briefly flickered up to Beckham's persona before looking away. "Alright, that's fine, I'll just wait here." He said in a low voice.
As soon as Beck left Kohen let out a shaky breath. He laughed nervously at the tiny kitten. "I'm not really used to talking to others one on one you know?"
Kohen gently scooped the kitten into his arms and sat in the corner of the room on the floor. He set his stuff down beside him as his shaky hand stroked the kitten's fur.
If Kohen was being honest, he wasn't sure if coming to Beck's house was a good idea. He was thinking too much of the consequences he would receive when he did go back home. Kohen had no cellphone to call his parents with and he was sure that his father would be furious for not contacting them. But…Kohen wasn't sure if he was going to go back home after this. The fear that Kohen felt was enough to make him want to runaway.
It wasn't a big deal. He had saved up enough money to live off of and shelter wasn't going to be a problem either. This wasn't the first time Kohen would be sleeping on the streets. The longest he had gone without a roof over his head had been two weeks because his father had kicked him out. He had found out that Kohen was gay. If child services had found out about that, he would have been chucked with a new family.
As time drifted on Kohen's eyes began to slowly close. He was tired. And so to keep himself awake he decided to hum a song to himself, it was a mix of melancholic and nostalgic notes.

Smoke meowed quietly as he was picked up, and started purring once Kohen sat back down, curling up in the boy's lap. He squirmed a little bit, batting gently at Kohen's shirt, claws still sheathed. The tiny kitten was obviously well-taken care of, with a sleek body and soft, shiny fur.

Beckham came back out of the bathroom after a while, dressed, his red hair still damp. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over at Kohen. He didn't know what to do about the other boy, if he was honest. Was he supposed to share the bed? Or…? He left the room to talk to Rowan, to borrow some pajamas for Kohen to use, since Beck's wouldn't fit the taller boy.

(sorry! i've been very out of it)

Kohen barely even saw the other male leave the room. Where was he going? He mentally asked himself. Kohen willed himself to get up again, but to no avail. His legs would not let him get up from his resting position. "Beck…" He muttered, but it was mostly to himself. He could sleep on the floor, he wouldn't mind that. But Kohen would have to wait until Beckham came back to tell him that. Until then, he softly scratched the small kitten behind the ears.

(it's alright! I…uhm…am very curious as to the name change?? Why?)

Smoke meowed again, rolling onto his back to nip lightly at Kohen's fingers, batting at the boy's hands, purring the whole time.

Beckham knocked on Rowan's door, and the door was opened after a moment by his older adopted brother. Rowan's scarred face looked tired. "Yeah? What's up?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at Beckham.

"I-I…I need to borrow some pajamas…Lilly told you what…what happened, right? I…Kohen needs pajamas…" He stammered out, looking up at Rowan anxiously.

The taller male sighed, and nodded, heading back into his room and coming back with pajamas, holding them out to Beck. "Lilly told me, yes." He replied. "I'm really sorry, Beck. I know that brings back memories. If you need to talk, I'm always here for you."

Beck nodded, taking the pajamas. "I…I know. But…I'm okay…I've…I've got the appointment with the therapist again soon, I'll…I'll be okay. Thanks though, Rowan."

"Yeah, of course. Just be careful, yeah? Love you. Now go to bed. I gotta get sleep before tomorrow." Rowan waved a little bit, heading back into the room.

"Goodnight. Love you too." Beck replied, heading back to his room and coming in. He was feeling better than he had earlier, which was good. And he hadn't hurt himsel, which was even better. He walked over to Kohen, holding out the pajamas to him. "Here. They're Rowan's." He said. "I…you can sleep on the left side of the bed or I can get you some pillows and blankets. Whatever works." His voice was pretty quiet, and he wasn't meeting Kohen's eyes.