This chapter... will be very sad. Please read with caution.
" Are you going to be alright Thatch? "
Fatch asked gently, truly worrying about the younger. Hoping the boy wasn't too hurt by what Mantha had said to him... especially considering he used to have feelings for Mantha...
It was a Friday after school now, and the duo were now at Thatch's house with Dusk, Moon and Makenzi, getting ready to say goodbye for the weekend. It still felt weird for Thatch to not be in Fatch's house anymore, as the younger had been living with him since he had no where else to go before. But he supposed so long as Thatch was happy with his new family, he was alright with it.
" I'll be fine, Fatch. Really. "
Thatch reassured, smiling brightly.
" Sure Mantha's words hurt, but I'll be alright. I've, eh, dealt with worse. I just hope that... YOU'LL be alright. "
Fatch's eyes grew wide before he looked down, looking saddened truly. Thatch walked over to him quietly, placing his hand down on his shoulder, looking sad himself.
" Fatch, if you ever need someone to talk to, please come find me. I want to help you. And I truly do hope you're going to be alright... "
" ... I'll... I'll be alright. "
The prince said softly, looking up and forcing a smile.
" Just head inside and get some sleep. It's late. "
Thatch smiled sadly and tightly hugged the other before walking inside. Fatch's smile faded, the prince sighing and soon walking away.
In all seriousness... he WASNT holding up very well. He remembered everything Jack said. About him being disgusting... and pathetic.
" You heard me. You're disgusting. Pitiful. I'm amazed the students don't feel ill just LOOKING at you. "
" I'm amazed your whole FAMILY isn't ashamed of you! "
" You're pathetic little man. "
" You're pathetic, and disgusting, and worthless. You never even bothered standing up to those two, did you? Frost and Charlene. "
" You didn't do anything to defend yourself. You just laid there and took it. No matter what they did, you never fought back. You couldn't protect yourself then, and you can't protect yourself now. "
" You know... if the students knew who you really were. What you've really done... what you really let happen... they'd surely be disgusted, and ashamed to call you a friend. None of them would look at you the same way again. "
" Now... get out of here. You make me sick. "
Fatch shuddered horribly and soon took a turn, heading to the lake instead. He couldn't go home. Not now. He felt... horrible. Saddened. And... disgusting. He felt disgusting just REMEMBERING what Jack had said. It made him think about what had happened to make him this way...
And he hated it. He hated thinking about it. He hated thinking about all those vial, disgusting, horrid...
Fatch growled at those thoughts, feeling his stomach churning horribly at the mere thought of it all before turning off the path and heading over to the closest bush, giving up on fighting the churning sensation.
He felt so gross... so awful, he... everything. He felt disgusting...
... A thought came to mind slowly. A thought that Jack said earlier... if the others knew. Knew who he really was. What he'd been through. What he'd done... they'd be disgusted in him. Ashamed to call him a friend.
Fatch shook and slowly fell back so he was sitting, hugging his knees close. Jack had been right... if they knew who he really was, what had really happened, they would never treat him the same again. Tears began to sting his eyes horribly, his throat tightening, now feeling horrified to the core. They'd never treat him the same again... he couldn't let them EVER, EVER find out. Never.
Slowly he began to break down completely, beginning to wish none of it had ever happened to him. Wishing he had stopped them. Wishing... wishing he could've done something to have never let it happen the first time...
He couldn't let them know. He couldn't let them know...
Oof... I... I have nothing to say. This chapter was... so hard to write... X'(