daddy kink | joshler + bryler

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i'm so sorry.

so,

so,

so sorry.

"tyler? you okay, honey?"

i clicked off my phone and turned to look at who was talking, my mom.

"yeah, i'm fine."

"are you up for visitors?"

josh.

"that's okay, i guess."

i sat up a little, pulling the hospital's blanket and a blanket that my mom brought from home over me.

i was so cold.

mom waved her hand as a gesture to come in just as two boys opened the door and came in.

they looked familiar.

"his memory is foggy a bit, but i'll give you two some time with him before he's discharged."

"of course, mrs joseph." one of them said.

she left. just outside the door.

just outside the door.

"do you remember us?"

"i feel like i do, but i can't remember. i'm sorry!"

"todd. that's ryland."

oh.

"tyler, come on! don't be such a wimp!"

"hand me that rope."

"maybe this'll teach you to stop being such a girl."

"i-i-"

"tyler, we're not gonna hurt you." ryland said.

"we were just kids; we've matured."

"c'mon, we're your friends, man. we missed having you around."

"p-please, i n-need you b-both to leave." i managed out.

"tyler-"

"p-please just leave! it's not safe here!"

i clicked the nurse's station button on my remote rapidly.

they barged in along with my mom and dad, who told them to leave.

"we've got you, tyler, okay? we're just gonna give you something to calm you down, okay?"

i held on to the bed railing, feeling like i might break it if i were strong enough.

my dad sat by me, grabbing my hand and letting me squeeze his as hard as i can.

thank you.