I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

"Be a Dad."

"Obviously. We're not little kids, let's go." Tyler says. I toss Tyler the knife and walk over to the kitchen to get some more. I grab 4 more and give one to Jon, Brian, and Luke, keeping one for myself. I swing the door open and I'm greeted by this man.

"So...fall didn't kill ya?" He smirks.

"It seems that way, doesn't it?"

"Well... one thing you won't survive, is a gunshot to the brain..." He raises his gun and aims it at me.

I walk up to him and put my head against the bullet hole.

"Shoot me." I tell him. His fingers graze over the trigger with hesitation until he pushes down. Thankfully, I was smart enough to move the gun before he shot me. I stab him in his side and he holds it tightly.

"You're gonna wish you didn't do that...f*g..." He pushes me then walks away slowly, holding his side. I feel a hand tug on my arm and I get pulled into the house and dragged upstairs. I hear the door slam before I can even process what happened.

Jon pushes me on the bed and digs stuff out of his backpack. He removes my hoodie and leaves me in my tee shirt.

"Evan what the f*ck were you thinking?!" Craig yells.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Jon puts a towel on the side of my neck.

"Do you realize what just happened?" Jon asks, taking the towel off of my neck. I look at it and it has spots of blood on it.

"Yeah, he tried to shoot me and I stabbed him."

"He didn't try," Arlan sits next to me on the bed, "he did. You got shot."

"What do you mean I got shot?"

"You didn't move quickly enough." Lui says. Jon puts a couple of bandages on my wound.

"Well...the bullet didn't go inside of you, but it grazed your skin and it caused a bad cut." Marcel tells me.

"Oh. That's no big deal." I shrug.

"Oh...and um... what did you mean when you said you stabbed someone?" Ryan asks.

"I stabbed dad one time."

"Why?"

"I was tired of getting raped all of the time."

"You're good now." Jon tells me. I give him a kiss and say thank you.

"Ye f*cking psycho.." Brian mumbles. I smile.

"Are you guys okay?" I ask. They all nod. I stand up and walk to my closet, taking my shirt off and putting it in a hamper.

"Evan, you're really skinny." Craig points out.

"Yeah, how come?" Brock asks.

I look at them, "We're all kind of skinny"

"But you're the thinnest." Ryan says .

"Evan, come here." Brock tells me. I walk over to him and look down at him since he's sitting on my bed. He puts both of his hands on each side of my waist.

"Way too thin. How much do you weigh?" He asks. I shrug. He stands up and drags me to my scale.

"D*mmit... why did I leave this here..." I mumble as he pushes me on the scale. I watch as the numbers go up. I'd rather not look at it.

"How much is it?" Jon asks

"119 pounds," Brock says quietly. I step off of the scale and sigh.

"119?!" Lui exclaims