I laugh at Craig as he is attempting to fight alongside Ike in Dark Souls 3. That game can be annoying after a while. I have already had two shots under Craig's influence and I am feeling great. I am sitting on the couch hoping they will make it through whatever place they are at.
Ike phone starts ringing. I know it's not his work phone since that has a different ring tone. Ike pauses the game while he runs to his phone that is on the sofa table against the wall.
"Hello," he said. "Catherine! What the hell is going on?" I fear the worst knowing Kyle's secret. I can see Craig looking too. "I am on my way."
"What's happening?" asked Craig.
"We have to go over to Kyle's now," said Ike grabbing his keys. "He has locked himself in the bathroom."
"Why?" I ask standing up and following them out to Ike's SUV. We quickly climb inside; Ike takes off quickly. I am in the back shaking hoping that Kyle is not going to kill himself. My thought is what triggered him.
"Catherine didn't get a chance to explain because I could hear Kyle screaming in the background. I swear to god he is losing his mind." We arrive to the house in record time. Cat greets us at the door and she is actually in tears. This must be serious.
"I have never seen him like this," she cried.
"Where is the bathroom?" asked Ike.
"He is in the one of the guest bathrooms," she replied walking us in the direct. I realized we are going towards what Kyle considers to be my room.
"Explain to me what happened?" asked Ike as we followed her.
"He is not getting resigned. His agent is at least trying to see if they can get him on another team. Considering his car accident and his arm no one is willing to touch him. I didn't know what was going on until he started screaming. He was crying and throwing stuff. Then he stormed off. I was praying to God he wasn't going to get in a car. Then I realized he was in the guestroom. He is refusing to open the bathroom door."
Ike walked into the room and we don't hear anything on the other side of the door. "Kyle, it's me your baby bro. Open the door."
"No!"
"Kyle, I understand you are upset. Are you willing to let me come in and talk? Get some stuff off your chest?"
"I don't want to talk," snapped Kyle.
"Stan's here," said Craig. I hit him in the arm.
"Who else is here? Jesus Catherine, did you call my parents too?" he snapped.
"You were acting crazy. I mean given I am just as upset as you are but I mean there are other things for you to do. The important thing is that you come out of the bathroom."
"I said leave me alone!" I sigh. This is so painful to watch. I walk closer to the door standing next to Ike.
"Kye, everything is going to be fine okay. Catherine is right. You can do other things. You don't have to play with team mates that are mean and disrespectful to you anymore. Depending on what you do next you won't be in the spotlight as much. Let's focus on the positive." I can hear Kyle crying making me want to cry.
"I want everyone to get out except Stan," I look around and everyone else. Catherine looks upset that she is being kicked out as well. I assure them everything is going to be okay. Once everyone leaves the room I let Kyle know they are gone. He instructs me to lock the bedroom door. I listen to him because it sounds like he is going to let me inside the bathroom.
"Done," I yelled out walking back over to the bathroom door and I hear the door unlock. Kyle opens the door and I see that he has been crying. For the first time, I am seeing him without his shirt. I can feel myself tearing up. His skin doesn't look bad but I can tell when it happened he had to be in a lot of pain. The burn scars start mid left neck all the way down his left side stopping short of his hip bone. His whole left arm is scarred from the burns. I spot the knife in his hand. "What are you doing with that knife?"
"I don't know," he said looking down at it. "Holding it made me feel better."
"Honestly, is that all it was?"
"Maybe I was going to use it?"
"Did you even think how your parents would feel? Ike? Or me? Kyle.." My voice trails off as I feel the tears running down my cheeks. Kyle sits the knife on the counter and walks over to me.
"Don't cry Stan," he said taking my hand. "I mean I wanted to die that day and like Cat said. It has cost me everything."
"It didn't," I counter. "It's just taking you on a different path." Kyle shakes his head with fresh tears.
"I didn't tell Catherine I got offered a 3rd spot for the Washington wizards. Not even 2nd, 3rd. 3rd is what they give rookies. It's like they are telling me I am not shit. I would be traveling with the team, practicing with the team, but never getting to play. They are also offering much less than what I make now."
"What do you want Kyle?" I asked.
"I don't want that deal I know that," Kyle shakes his head. "Nobody wants to see this." He points to his scars. I walk up to Kyle and kiss the scar on his neck.
"Dude your beautiful. I don't give a damn about what everyone thinks. You're going to get through this okay." Kyle nods before leaning his head against mine. He leans down into kissing me. I reach up and cradle his face glad he decided not to hurt himself. "I love you Kyle. Don't scare me like this again okay." Kyle nods. Kyle walks away to turn on the shower. It's pretty nice for a guest shower with it being a walk in with glass doors and this thick frost strip in the middle.
"Make love to me Stan," I look at him not really wanting to say no.
"Kyle, our family and friends are out there,"
"That's what the shower is for," Kyle pulls me in for a kiss. The kiss is loving but needy in a way. I feel his hands slide down my backside. He wastes no time fingering me. I don't want to be gone long so I do what I need to get Kyle to come quickly. I go down on him bringing him close to his orgasm while fingering myself. Once I am ready I am on all fours on the rug allowing him to enter me from behind. Kyle leans over me whisper into my ear. "I love you too Stan." He kisses my shoulder softly.
Kyle thrust inside me with no warning. Thank god I prepped myself. I grip the rug. I can hear the slapping of our skin over the shower. I am hugging the rug as I feel my orgasm getting close. Kyle flips me over on my back and continues with his strong fast thrusts.
"Fuck," I moan. I arch my back as I start coming on my stomach some hitting my chest in the progress. Kyle empties himself inside me and leans over kissing me. I can feel myself becoming worked up again. The kiss is incredibly intimate. I moan as Kyle pulls out of me. He grabs a cloth cleaning me up.
"I am going to come and stay with you tonight," states Kyle as he finishes wiping me.
"Don't you think you should be staying here with your wife?" Kyle frowns.
"No. I don't need her tonight, I need you. Our connection right now was not enough. You can go join the rest of them. I am going to take a shower." Fuck, I hope they don't ask too many questions. I get dressed and grab the knife off the counter. I leave the bathroom and unlock the door stepping into the hall and I see Craig sitting on the floor with Ike while Cat is pacing back and forth.
"He's okay," I replied. "He did have this with him though." I hold up the knife and Catherine immediately knows what this means. "You guys don't own guns do you?"
"No and thank god, we don't," she exclaimed. "Was he really going to use it?"
"I don't know," I reply. "He was pretty upset. I got him to put the knife down. I couldn't get him to tell me much after that. He is taking a shower right now." Catherine is shaking her head.
"I don't know what to do," she said.
"He needs professional help," stated Ike now standing. "I know my brother is going to fight you on it but he needs to talk to someone. It doesn't help that he has not properly dealt with his accident."
"How do you know he hasn't dealt with it?" I asked.
"Nothing else could explain that episode he just had," Ike pointed out. "I mean I am losing my brother and it scares me. Catherine, do what you must!" Catherine nods. We wrap things up and head back to the SUV. I can see Craig looking at me. He knows I had sex with Kyle just now. Ike, I am pretty sure he knows too but chooses not to say nothing. I am exhausted emotionally and physically. Once back to Ike's and Craig's I know I am going to head home.
"Guys I am going to head home,"
"Understandable," replied Ike. "Do not mention tonight around my parents." He doesn't have to worry about that from me. "Stan, you know what's wrong with him, don't you?"
"Kind of but it's not my place to tell you. You how your brother is." Ike nods not asking any further questions. I bid him and Craig fair well and head to my home. I hate to admit it but I think Ike is right. Kyle needs professional help. I don't want him spinning out of control like that again. Kyle comes by 3 hours later. He looks upset but not as much as he did earlier. The first thing I do when I let him inside is hug him and tell him everything is going to be okay. We go to my room and lay together. We are cuddling but no sex.
"Kyle, I think you should start seeing a professional,"
"What do you mean?" asked Kyle looking over at me.
"I mean I think you need to talk to someone about how you have been feeling. At least make sure that you don't need to be on medication."
"I don't need medication," pouted Kyle. "I just need things to do better. God, you sound like Catherine." I still think he needs to see someone professionally. I know he is upset so I will let him get away with comparing me to Catherine. The point is we need to make sure he gets better and stay in a good place.
"How about this. Let's see how things go over the next couple of weeks. If I can see you are doing better and Catherine is not calling us freaking out. I won't press the issue of you seeing a therapist." Kyle looks like he is not hundred percent with the plan but agrees. I am glad that we at least got that far. I hug him as I really do hope things get better.