Two Player Game

~Chapter Sixty-Seven~

"I-I can't get away from him. He called me and he's in a JAIL."

"Shhhhhh, Jared, it's okay. It's okay, he can't get to you. And- And you don't have to answer when he calls. Or you could hang up. He can't touch you now, baby." Jared is so SICK of this. He's had to put up with this for eighteen years!!

"Just breathe. I'm here now, and he isn't. There's nothing he can do to you now."

"Fucking hell."

"Shush." Later that night, Ev and Connor are asleep. Jared is wide awake. He just... doesn't care. He doesn't want to do this anymore. Evan is wrapped around Jared, Conner around him. His face is buried in Jared's neck. Jared gets up carefully, making his way over to a cabinet. It squeaks as it opens. Evan shifts and curls into Conner at the sound. Conner stirs at Evan's movement. Jared takes out a bottle of Advil, planning to down the whole thing. He doesn't care about how uh noise he's making. Conner sits up.

"Jared, it's like four in the morning, come back to bed." He doesn't answer. He opens the bottle and pours almost all of the pills into his hand.

"Connor can you do me a favor?"

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Tell Evan I love him." Then he shoves all the pills into his mouth. Conner shoots to his feet.

"Jared what the FUCK??" Evan jolts awake.

"Conner? J-Jared?" Jared's heart is beating so fast when he tries to swallow. Conner is rushing over, tackling him and shouting

"Spit em out! Spit em the fuck out, Jared!" He refuses. He's so content on dying.

"All right, sorry about this, you prick!" he pulls him up, shoving his fingers into Jared's mouth and right where they need to be to make him vomit, hopefully coughing up enough of the pills to be safe. Evan is so scared, he doesn't know what's going on.

"Jared! Jared, are you okay, what happened, what's going on??" Jared throws it up. And ends up heaving on the floor. Breathing so heavily. Conner pats his back.

"NEVER do that again."

"I can't promise anything."

"You sure as hell WILL promise! You wanna leave Evan without you?? You know how DEVASTATED he would be to lose you?? It wouldn't be pretty, Jared, Evan would be a goddamm MESS. You really wanna do that to him??"

"I don't want to be here anymore Connor! My life is already fucking hell!!"

"So you want to fuck HIS up instead of getting help?? Instead of getting to fix the shit?? Jared, He cares about you so much, Michael and Jeremy too, and you wanna crush them like that??" Jared is quiet. He just looks over to Evan. He's got tears streaming down his face.

"J-Jared?"

"Look at him, Kleinman, look what's going on. He cares so goddamn much about you."

"Ev-"

"Jared, don't - don't ever do that again." Jared is still breathing heavily.

"I'm... I'm so sorry Evan..." Evan holds his arms out. Jared gets up and slowly makes his way to Evan. Crying as well.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry." Evan wraps him in his arms and holds him tight.

"Don't you EVER do that to me again, EVER, baby, I- NEVER." He still can't promise him anything. Evan and Connor don't know just how bad it is. How many cuts he has on his body. How many are actually fresh..

"I love you too much, don't you ever. Don't ever."

"I........ I need help Ev. I-I-"

"We will get you help, baby, promise. I promise." Jared holds him tighter.

"I... I can get you in with my therapist." Conner sits with them. Jared is shaking so bad, you can feel it. Conner wraps his arms around the both of them. Connor literally saved his life.

"C-Conner? Thanks."

"No problem baby. Wasn't gonna let him do it. I've been there."

"We.. We all have." That might surprise Connor but not Jared. He knows already. Conner clutches them tighter.

"What?"

"C-... Why do you think I've broken my arm three times?"

"Three?? There was a third time??" Jared nods slowly. He knows of all of them.

"Evan -"

"Like you said. I'm getting better." Jared hugs him tighter. He's still feels so bad.

"... We're all messed up."

"Mhm. "