Subtly sighing, Zexl had just met the entrance of the foyer. It wasn't a long walk, maybe thirty; Forty steps at most. Moving his right hand to a lightswitch located on the right side of the archway into the foyer, he'd use his cigarette-like pointer finger to flick the lights on. A large chandelier located in the middle of the ceiling began to light up, one bulb at a time, illuminating the once dark room.

Scanning the area for his traditional high-top converse, a subtle smile pressed to his lips as he noticed them right beside the families' grand pianos' bench. Without much thought, he walked himself other to the wooden bench; Sitting himself down on the comforting leather foam cover. Bending down, he pulled his shoes closer.

His frail fingers helped his feet slip into the shoes, earning a soft 'Ow,' in response. After having slipped his clothed sock into the shoe, He'd move either one of his pointer fingers to both laces; Pulling them until it felt like he might just lose circulation in his feet. Taking his time, he strategically tied his shoes; He had to be careful, so he wouldn't mess up the pentagram design he had his laces laced into.

It didn't take him long until he had both of his shoes on; As well as having them tied. With a sigh, he sat up a bit, pulling his phone from his left back pocket; He pressed his thumb into the power button once more. The display lit up at once, the time reading '7:25,' in the morning. This time, put his mind at ease. He had finished before 7:30, and still had time to sit down, and catch up on some of the messages he'd missed throughout getting ready.

Humming softly, he allowed himself to subtly lean back; Both of his hands wrapped tightly around his phone; Which had some weight to it, making it subtly difficult to hold for long periods of time. Unlocking his phone with yet that same pin, '0517,' he immediately opened his messages. Two from his sister, from last night; And three from his beloved boyfriend, Alexander.

A smile pressed to his lips, as his thumb shot over to the messages from 'Alex <3,' as he read them; His smile quickly faded. A deadpan expression crossed his face.

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– Alex <3

A: I'm sorry, babe

A: Lauren wants to hangout today, I have to go

A: We're going out to a beach house reserve with her family, I'm sorry, I know valentines day is tomorrow, but I won't be home then either

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"What the fuck?!" Zexl couldn't help but yell. He felt nothing but anger. Anger was all he could feel. Today he got up early, just to go out with his boyfriend. Today they were supposed to spend the entire day together, and he was going to sleepover because tomorrows Valentines' day.

"Why the actual fuck is this happening to me? Why is she more important then I am!? I'm your boyfriend! Your fucking boyfriend. And yet you pick some fucking whore over me?! Shes' going with a bunch of her friends, not her fucking family, she talked about it all week! You fucking know she did!" Zexl continued yelling.

He felt his eyes beginning to burn from trying to hold back tears. He could only hold them back, before they started to roll down his face. "Why is it always her?! Why do you always pick her over me?!" It felt like his chest started tightening. Like his ribs had slowly began to enclose around his heart, squishing it, which caused his breathing to slowly become unsteady; Which in the end caused him to hyperventilate.

"Why her?! Why- Why-.. Fucking why?! Why is she so fucking important!" Taking a minute to breathe, he continued to yell. "I fucking hate you! You make me feel so fucking worthless, you're such a piece of shit! I hope your fucking planes' engine explodes and-.. And.. And you fucking die in the accident!" He yelled, the back of his throat beginning to burn from the mixture of him hyperventilating, yelling, and crying.

He moved his small, fragile hands to rub his eyes. He felt the thick mixture of eyeliner, mascara, and concealer slowly rubbing off onto his hands. He ran his boney hands all across his face, spreading his makeup all around his face. He felt horrible. How could his beloved boyfriend betray him like this? The weekend of Valentines day no less?

"Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck.. Fuck you.." Gasping for air, He hadn't even noticed his sister standing in the hall that he had walked in from. She had been standing there, holding her stuffed teddy bear of which she named 'Shelly,' a while ago. Almost three years ago, and shes' nine now.

Breathing heavily, Zexl looked over to her. His hands slowly trailing down to grip his knees, he shook his head to her. He never wanted her to see him like this, like how their father got after getting blackout drunk, missing their mother. The only difference, is that Zexl was never violent. Their father was, and often more then not he got the worse of it.

He told himself that if he ever, ever touched his sister in any way; That he'd kill him. He couldn't live knowing his father either raped, or abused his sister. It didn't matter, he'd always take it. He'd always fight their father, and he knew that. "I-Izzie.. Izzie I'm so sorry.. I didn't.."

She had began walking over to him, sitting down onto the floor right beside the stood that Zexl sat on. She held out Shelly to Zexl, speaking softly. "Here.. She helps me feel better, she'll help you, too!" She said with an innocent smile. She didn't understand. Maybe its' better that way..

He tried to keep it together, he really did. Biting the inside of his cheeks, his hands shakily - and slowly reached out for his sisters stuffed animal. Gently, he pulled Shelly from his sisters hands, before holding the stuffed bear close to his chest. Biting further into his cheeks, he began to taste the familiar metallic flavor of blood spilling into his mouth.

He nuzzled his face into the head of the bear, biting deeper into his cheeks. Before, he just couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears began to stream down his face once more. His hands shakily tightened around the bear, pulling it closer to his face, as his sister had began to gently rub his left leg, her hand almost half the size of it.

"Z.. What happened?" She asked, earning an unexpected reaction, "That fucking dickbag! He-.. I'm.. I'm sorry.. My- My boyfriends just being mean, haha.." He tried to laugh it off in between crying, and gasping for air. Until, it got to the extent he felt like he was going to throw up. Thats' when he came to the conclusion that he needed to calm the fuck down, and take some deep breaths.

A few moments went by of labored breathing, before Zexl picked his head up from the stuffed bear; Handing it back to his sister. "Thank you, Izzy.. I'm sorry you had to watch that." He said this sternly, yet obviously with care in his tone. He felt horrible, that his sister had to watch him breakdown over his boyfriend.

"I think I'm gonna break up with him.. I shouldn't have to go through this..
Izzy, when you're older, remember- Remember that love doesn't hurt. Love is an amazing feeling, and when you love someone- You'll do anything for them, to be with them.." He started to trail off into a rant, surprisingly one his sister seemed to listen to, and tried to help him cope with.

Today, was going to be another one of those days you wish you stayed in bed.

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Special thanks to @UnhingedVolchica for helping me with my motivation for this one <3 
  
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