»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────── ««“Mister Whitmore, your mother is in her group therapy at the moment. Can I pass on a message?” the voice on the phone was Nurse Danbury. She’s my mother’s assigned nurse and a sort of second mom to me. I’m all for having people who hate Pauline.“No, don’t worry about it. Just tell her that I called, and I hope she’s okay.”Nurse Danbury was silent for a minute. She would usually tell me ‘okay,’ and then ask how I was doing but she didn’t this time. She stayed quiet for a few more moments, then she started speaking.“I saw you on the news. An attack on the Montague kid? I know you better than that, Percival. That boy would be deceased.”“You’re not wrong. I didn’t do it, but you know my father wouldn’t believe that. Pauline is his life.”“Yes indeed. Which brings me to the news I was dreading to tell you. Do you know the disease? That heart problem your mother had?”“Yeah, she’s still taking her medication, right?”The nurse sighed loudly. “No
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up from another nightmare, feeling like my throat was closing up. Percy was there, eyes scanning over my face with an annoyed look that I was calling the signature Percy look. That expression that said making one wrong move could land you in my current position. He pointed silently to the tray on the bedside table.“You need to eat, and take your medication.”I frowned at him. What time was it? I swear he’d brought me food before. Was that all in my head? Percy got up, moving towards the bed. He moved my body into a sitting position and offered me water. Then he placed a wooden tray over my lap.The food .... looked nice, but the look in Percy’s eyes made me wonder why he was giving me a nice meal? In my dream, the food hadn’t looked good when I saw it. But I think it tasted nice, or I couldn’t really taste anything. Who really knows?I didn’t complain though. It was a pasta dish. He handed me my medicine, taking the bottle of water because I didn’t
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧My best friends and football buddies are Ben Carter and Lionel Baker. Lionel is the one Percy had given a beaten, I’d been dating his sister up until a few weeks ago when she dumped me. I’m still pissed about that. I invited them to spend the night. Giving them a warning that Percival was around, which Lionel was quick to say he’d be bringing a weapon.I love my friends, but they need to understand that a weapon wouldn’t stop Percival. It’s kind of weird how Percy and I think of each other every single day. Sure, we don’t have good thoughts of each other but does that count for something? It’s unhealthy, the bitterness that continues to etch itself between us.If only he’d get over himself. Ugh, I’m so tired and my body is slightly numb. I haven’t seen Percy since he came back in to collect the tray. And to toss a piece of paper on my face. Aggressively giving me his phone number. I wonder who forced him into this.Perhaps his father had gotten the sense t
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Before I could ask them anything, they offered to carry me down to the living room so they could air out my room. When I asked if it smelled, Lionel said it smelled like death. I’m guessing he could sense I’d been here since I was released from the hospital, and the entire room was sort of depressing.Ben was the bigger one amongst the three of us so he helped me into the wheelchair, and out into the hall while Lionel aired the room and changed the sheets. It’s good to have friends who have your back. When Ben dislocated his shoulder we were there for you. Sure, none of us have ever been this badly hurt but that doesn’t change the fact that we’ll always be there for each other.My mother had set a ramp on the side of the stairs, ben helped me wheel down it since I could only use one hand and that ramp honestly seemed so scary. What if I fall and cause more damage to my body?Ben doesn’t let that happen though, and we make it to the living room safely. He plac
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I listened to their conversation, trying not to give my position away. They spoke about a girl called Porscha. I don’t get it though. If the school is so aware that the girl who made the call told them that she saw a bunch of people, why the hell are they so insistent on blaming me? It seems like I’m being targeted as well which sucks.Lucian must have fallen asleep because it goes quiet for a while before Lionel starts to talk again.“I bet Percy had something to do with this.”“Nah, did you see how cocky he acted after attacking me? Trust me, this guy didn’t do it. We would be at Lucian’s funeral. He wouldn’t have stopped just because a witness saw him.”Lionel growls lowly. “I can’t trust this bastard with, Lucian. The nicest person in the world, and Percy is treating him like a footstool.”“We could... you know, find a way to connect Percy to this. Get him thrown in prison, even if it’s for just a few months. Assault must count for someth
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧The next few days fly by and quickly I realize Percy is... just as bad as I thought he would be. I can’t even begin to make a long list of the nonsense this asshole put me through. It’s like he’s trying to make sure this ends in blood and I have an unfair advantage. He gave me my medication at the wrong time. Like thirty minutes before I was supposed to take a shower.I ended up passing out in the tub, only to wake up drenched and nearly drowning from it. Percy came in late, and we had to call the house doctor who put me on twenty-four-hour bed rest to fix the ache in my neck and other regions.That first day that he did a good job was a ploy to trick me into thinking he was good at this. He is not.He kept cooking me bland meals, he threatened to wheel me out into the streets and when I said I hoped prison would be worth it, he argued that he’d take being in jail if it meant I was evicted from life. Like the fuck. If I could punch him with my working arm and
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧After another painful movement, I got myself into my room where I shakily reached for the pill bottles. It took longer and I had to swallow them dry because I could take them and then make myself go to the mini-fridge. Due to this, it took longer for them to take effect. I was practically sobbing from the pain by the time they kicked in.I was able to breathe and heave out a sigh of relief as I could move my working arm without tearing up or feeling like the limb was about to be ripped out from me. I called Percy’s father because calling mine was out of the question, she would worry and Percy wouldn’t listen to her at all.Mr Tamaki answered on the third ring. “Lucian? What on earth are you doing with your phone?”I opened my mouth and found that my tongue was numb. Dear god, the pain was still in my head even though my body couldn’t feel it anymore. I took a moment to catch my breath, then I spoke.“Percy....” I breathed out. “Left me. I don’t know where he
»» ───ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ───── ««One.Two.Three.Four.I counted in my head as I did some pushups to clear my head. I haven’t been in a good mood since Lucian called the calvary on me. I’ve barely been here a week and he’s reported me like a baby back bitch to my father. It’s one thing to threaten me, but Yusuke had to send his dumb lug of muscle to make it clear to me that my mom will have no place to stay if I fuck it up with Lucian.When I contacted the nurse taking care of my mother she said some strange men were watching my mother. So I have no choice but to be a humble little asshole. I’m so pissed. I don’t even know where to begin with taming my anger. I feel like hitting something but I’ve been doing that for the past hour.Lucian is watching a movie in the living room. He has taken his evening medication but he doesn’t feel like sleeping. Hence why I have to keep an ear open in case my phone rings and his majesty needs my help.What a pitiful person. I just want these m
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Depression is an easy factor when you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing. I haven’t heard from my step father, nor my mother in the four dahys since i fucked lucian. The second time. Life has decided to cut me some slack, my self healing is working just fine now and in a month, i believe my injuries would have healed better than the doctors expected. Not to full capacity, but enough for me to be able to leave the house for physical therapy. Which was some sort of good news. My doctor would be here tomorrow morning to remove the cast officially, but I’d have a little around my thigh area. Which is weird but better than nothing. But on the percy situation, we’re being us. Which is the strangest thing I’ve ever had to say. Because what does being us mean? It means we’re arguing, half heartedly. Fucking with determination, and somehow finally talking things out. That was what caused my depression. Part of the reason i hated percy was because he couldn’t
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I woke up feeling too warm. Too settled.Lucian was curled against me, his breath steady, his body pressed into mine like this was normal. Like we hadn't just fucked downstairs in a way that should have left us too ashamed to even look at each other.But instead, we ended up here. In bed. Again. Cuddling like lovers. But we aren’t lovers. We shouldn’t be doing this. I say this to myself for the thousandth time but it doesn’t change anything.I stared at the ceiling, my chest tight with frustration. How did this keep happening? How did I let it happen twice?No. That was the wrong question.I knew exactly how it happened.Lucian was infuriating, arrogant, and reckless. He made me feel things I’m too ashamed to admit. He knew exactly which buttons to push, exactly how to pull me into his storm, until I wasn’t thinking—until I was just reacting, just taking.And he let me.That was the worst part. He let me. I used to do this to him when the tab
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧My nap didn’t do much to contain the issues that were tearing through my heart and my soul.If anything, waking up made it worse.I felt like some part of me had slipped away the second I had sex with Percival, like a tether to something familiar had snapped, leaving me floating in a place I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t regret. No, that would be too easy. It was something more complicated, something I couldn’t put a name to.When I opened my eyes, he was still there, on the chair not too far from me. His dark hair was a mess, his breathing even, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep.I let out a long sigh. But it wasn’t relief."Percy!"I called his name as loudly as I could, shaking the stillness of the room apart.Percy jolted awake, sitting up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. His head snapped from side to side, his whole body tense like he was searching for an attacker, for the reason I had shattered his peace."Over here."His sharp g
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««Lucian and I settled into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t necessarily peaceful either—just a quiet truce after the mess of last night. We didn’t talk again until lunchtime, and even then, we avoided going to any bedroom. Instead, we stayed in the living room, like neutral ground neither of us wanted to give up.I noticed Lucian using his crutches more, refusing to let me wheel him around unless it was absolutely necessary. As much as I wanted to argue against it, I knew that any forceful damage to his body would only keep me here longer. And yet, I didn’t fight him on it. Maybe because I needed space, too.Lunch was simple—something I put together quickly, more for the sake of routine than hunger. The TV was on, playing some horror movie, the kind with too many cheap jump scares and characters who made all the wrong choices. Lucian sat on the long couch with his leg elevated, while I took the floor, my back resting aga
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««The next morning is just as I expected—confusing and strange.But it’s also something else. Something worse.It’s silent.Not just quiet, not just the absence of words, but a kind of silence that settles between us like a thick fog, dense and suffocating. A silence so unnatural that it feels wrong. We should be screaming at each other by now. We should be hurling insults like knives, digging them deep, carving out the hatred that’s always been there between us.But we don’t.It’s been twenty minutes.Twenty minutes since I woke up and realized that neither of us had moved. Since I felt the uncomfortable warmth of Lucian’s body pressed against mine, the steady rhythm of his breath ghosting against my skin. Since I opened my eyes and saw him looking back at me, his gaze unreadable, sharp with something I didn’t want to name.And yet, we still haven’t spoken.We just… lie there. Holding on to each other in a way we never would have done in the f
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Pretending to be asleep was the best decision I ever made. When I realized sex with Percy was affecting me personally, and I could see in his eyes that he was going through the same problem... I immediately had to focus on my injured leg that had gone slightly numb. And mention my medicine. I hoped it would help me sleep, I hoped it would make me forget Percy’s sounds. The way he looked. The lack of hate in his stare, the desire in his movements aaginst mine, his cum painting my chest and his. I hoped it would fix this. This vile growing death like feeling clawing at my chest, and when Percy left to shower, I felt a bit relieved. But the bedsheets smelled like us and the thought of getting up to face him long enough for us to change the beddings made me hyperventilate. My selfishness led me here. I could have... I could have held back. I could have argued... but I wanted to prove something. Undoing Percy had affected me too. It had affected me alot. Why d
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────««First time kissing someone and it turned out to be a guy. Not just any guy, but my sworn enemy. The person I’ve spent years trying to kill. First time reaching an orgasm, same guy. Thirteen year old me who told his best friend he had no interest in jerking off or porn because it was a waste of time is probably spinning in his mental grave right now.And my first time having sex, at the age of twenty one... guess who I’m having it with? The same guy. God there must be something wrong with me. I’ve had people hit on me, flirt with me but it never turned me on. That’s why i assumed i wasn’t made for physical intimacy. But lucian let me drag him to the room, knowing fully well he was going to control my body. I assumed with his injured leg he would be at a disadvantage, that i could tie him up and just let him tell me what i needed to do to end this. But i should have know this wasn’t going to turn out that way. That’s how lucian has made this. He’s
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I loved seeing benny and lionel. They made me laugh, made me forget that i had problems. They made everything seem better. I love them. I miss them so much. I wish i could work hard enough to heal quickly, and hang out with them. I’ll miss them when i move.After they left, agreeing to follow percival’s crazy plan. It’s all we have right now. The second they left, my mother called. Percy left to get something while i spoke to her through the house phone. “Hey mom.”“Have you heard from Yusuke?” the question threw me off. Why would she call me for that?It’s like she’s forgotten he’s not my dad. Our relationship works well because i don’t talk to him. I pretend he’s just an accessory my mother selfishly latched onto. “How would i know? You know i don’t talk to that man. When was the last time you saw him?”She was quiet. “last night, he was... he seemed distant. Different. Heck he even treated me differently. Almost like i was someone he couldn’t recognize.
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««Ben and the other one are here. It’s already loud and I’m pissed off. Firstly, ugh.... secondly, blah.... third, guh. I sat on the floor, grumpily watching Lucian and his friends. They were smiling, and chatting each other up. Almost like they didn’t come here to do something. They’d brought a bunch of supplies that we could use but they didn’t explain any of those supplies. I wanted to slap them. They’re such weird pieces of shit. “God, I missed you guys. We need to play a game together when I’m all better.” Lucian said a dopey smile on his face. Why do I have to be here? I don’t like either of these people. I zoned them out and tried to figure out what to do with myself while these losers disturbed my peace. I didn’t exactly have peace, especially with the way Lucian acted last night. From perversely throwing himself over my body to touching his dick in front of me.He’s gotten too comfortable in this dark mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.