𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝘧𝘪𝘹-𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘶

Eighteen

TW: mentions of self harm, sexual assault, and abuse.

THIS CONTENT IS RATED 13+, AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

This chapter was an idea given by
---jellybean---
All credits go to them!

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"I'm so boreddd.."
finneys legs dangled off the couch of Bruce's living room, sweat dripping down his forehead due to the heat.

"Me too! Can we please do something???"
Griffin groaned.

"Yeah.. let's do something! I'm so bored!"
Billy agreed with them.

"Oh my fucking god, stop your guys' whining. Lets just go to the park!" Vance rolled his eyes, and all of their ears perked up.

"Thats a great idea! Lets go!" Bruce practically hopped off the couch, heading for the door as the others trailed behind.

They all walked down the road to the park, Vance and robin hand in hand secretly behind everyone else.

They entered the gate surrounding the park, and griffin immediately took off to the playground.

"Griffin, wait up!" Billy raced after him, as the others walked slowly.

"I'm gonna go after them. Y'all coming?"
Bruce turned around to the boys, still walking.

"Nah, I'm going to the fountain." Robin said.

"We'll catch up with you later." Vance said, walking away from Bruce, grabbing finneys hand in the process.

"Mk." Was heard from Bruce, as the three walked towards the large fountain in the middle of the park.
Though it was a Sunday, the park was empty besides a few dog walkers.
Finney laid himself on the bench beside the fountain, whist Vance and robin sat next to him. Finney started to get uncomfortable with his head resting on the wooden bench, so he laid it on robins lap.

"Bro, I do not wanna go back to school tomorrow.." Robin mumbled, and Vance agreed.

"It's like a prison in there." Vance said, and Robin nodded.

"What classes do you have in the morning, again, Finney?" Asked vance, but Finney didn't answer. They both took it Finney fell asleep, but in fact, he didn't. He was pretending, because he felt like pranking them.

"Oh. He fell asleep?" Vance looked at him, then watched his chest slowly rise and fall as he breathed in the fresh air.

"I guess so." Robin answered, and they continued their conversation.

"Anyways, mr. Harris is so ducking annoying!" Vance said, but decreased his volume, due to the "sleeping" boy next to him.

"I know, right!" Robin said.

"Glad you agree, because even when I'm just 10 minutes late, he still gives me detention! It's so fucking unfair. And his face just looks so punchable, it's just hard to fight the urge. Y'know what I'm sayin?" Vance said, looking at the fountain.

He noticed Robin wasn't answering, so he looked at him.
"Robin?" He said, but Robin didn't answer.
He noticed he was staring intently at Finney. He followed his gaze to see where he was looking, and expecting something dirty, he was found with something much, much more.

Vance gasped, and robin felt the hair on his neck stand up.

Robin was staring directly at the small cuts on finneys wrist.
Vance leaned over to finney, to pull up his sleeve, and finney stiffened.
He couldn't wake up now, because he didn't want to seem suspicious.
So finney laid there as Vance carefully lifted his sleeves up, uncovering a mass amount of more cuts.