Chapter 2
Steven opened his eyes to find himself in his “room”, it wasn’t a real room but the one in their mind-space. Marc hugged him “sit down on the bed and I’ll get Jake okay?” Marc said, and Steven nodded. Steven sat down as Marc left the room, his breathing was still a bit off but mostly steady.
~ (Marc POV)
Marc walked out of the room and walked over to Jake’s. “Jake, wake up” Marc called into his room, Jake growled “what do you want.” Marc sighed loudly and walked over to where Jake was laying, “Steven had a panic attack and you need to get the body in bed, then come to Steven’s room.” Jake looked up at him concerned “What happened is he alright?” He asked. “I don’t know but he should be fine now just… hurry please.” Marc answered, and he nodded jumping out of his bed, taking control of the body.
Marc started to walk over to Steven’s room, Jake jogged up next to him, “that was quick” Marc stated. Jake nodded “First before we go in, what happened.” Marc told him the whole story, which by the end of Jake was wide eyed, then they walked into Steven’s room.
~ (Steven POV)
Steven glanced up at the door as it opened, Marc and Jake walked through, they both had a look of pure concern on their face. “Mi amor, what happened are you alright.” Steven sniffled and nodded “I’m f-fine” he lied, Jake hugged him and Marc sat down next to Steven. “Steven, you avoided the question, what happened.” Marc said softly, holding Steven’s hand. “N-nothing,” He lied again, to which Jake sighed “Por favor Steven.” This seemed to crumble the last of Steven’s resolve, “I just… the tap was dripping and I looked for anything to distract myself with, b-but… I just… the postcards…” Steven was on the verge of tears once more. “Shh calm down, deep breathes and say it slowly.” Marc instructed, running circles in his hand with his thumb. He took a few deep breaths and continued “I don’t know why I looked at those cards, but I did, and all I could see was the lies. The ‘love Mum’ at the end of every message. I think part of me still wants to believe she was good. You have lived with this your whole bloody lives, and I breakdown at the lie, not even the abuse itself!”
Marc and Jake looked at him sympathetically, “and that’s okay Steven.” Jake said, Steven stared at the floor refusing to back eye contact.
Steven jumped up off the bed “no it’s not! It’s not alright I had the perfect childhood while you two protected me from that monster and now I am crying because it was all a lie!” He snapped, but there was no fire in his words meant for them, only for himself. “Steven, baby, calm down.” Marc tried, slowly getting up off the bed, Jake was following Marc. Steven backed up into the door, tears streaked down his face. “She was a monster but she was also our mother, it is fine you still love her” Jake said softly and Marc nodded. For a second a look of confusion showed on Steven’s face, but it disappeared just as quickly. This time Steven didn’t answer and just looked down at the floor, still crying. “How about you take a nap? How does that sound Steven.” Marc said softly, and Steven nodded slowly.
They silently helped Steven into bed and left the room the only sound was Steven’s soft crying.