Silence filled the house as I sat and waited in my study for the request from Evan to come through. Only, it didn't and then I saw his active circle disappear and he text me to say he couldn't. My eyes fell a fraction as I looked around slightly.

"Miriam. Do you mind if we share a bed? I can sleep elsewhere but I don't want to." She gave a nod and we walked into my room not far away. My eyes dragging all over her poor and beaten body. "I should have been there," I commented as we actually got in the room. She waved me off to tell me it was okay and I took her crutch from her. Hoping to assist her with sleep or comfort.

"You know, no amount of looking at me and thinking about how of all people I don't deserve this, how, it could have been you or how we could have and in many ways both of us should have died. None of those sorts of thoughts help." I was shocked and stunned that she could tell what I had been thinking of since she had come back to my place.

"Don't look so shocked. I had the exact same thoughts when you told me the truth in the hospital. How he hit you. I mean, it isn't a usual thing for a girl to have the crap just beaten out of her. I remember feeling just as useless as you do now when you were sent from the hospital. Refusing to testify to get help. All I could think about was what my life was like." I smiled brightly and tucked her into the bed.

She assured me that she was fine and admitted that she wanted a second alone. I left and played Sims on the PC. My mic was still in my face just a little off in the distance. I had placed my phone that kept on vibrating with notifications to the side and played. Not much was happening aside from cheating on spouses, making them all walk in on it. Like some live porn but with a hint of betrayal and then I killed them all off just because I was a raging psychopath. As all mentally deranged 19-year-olds are. That was when my phone rang.

"Hey, Zeus. Yes, thanks. Love you too and I will be seeing you soon. Stop. No one is on their deathbed. I wish I was but I'm not. So, oh. No, that wasn't planned or wanted. I will see to it. Oh, shit on it." I hung my phone up and clicked down my Sims. Wanting to cry a little.

"Hey, guys. So, this stream isn't a prank. I just clicked the red record and not the red 'X' button. So, good stream. Won't do it again. As you were. Cookiecutter out." I ended the bad stream and put my face into my arms. I had done a Nogla. He was quick to pick up on it as a text came through and I sent the middle finger emoji.

The group chat blew up and I just ignored it all. Hoping to fall into a pit of despair. Even Miriam, from my bed, had text me saying all she could about me being completely and utterly mentally challenged. She reminded me that I had done the most sadistic things. Cruel and foul.

Just when it couldn't get any worse a voice asked if I was still accidentally streaming and then he walked up to me. I could hear his steps as he grew closer. I was still not sure on how to talk to him. He had told me he was settling with me.

"You have a nice arse. Great tits, I love to spend time with you, the best kisser I have ever come across and frankly, in bed, you are a crazy beast." I looked up at him with one of the largest and most awkward smiles on my face ever. Completely baffled. "I can keep going. You have been through hell and somehow made it a little less of a mess. Your videos always bring the biggest shit-eating grins to my face. Even when you are being sadistic to some poor Sims and my willy gets a little bigger every time I even have a thought about you." My smile then fell to a more comfortable one. Though I felt a little cringe.

"Jaren. You somehow make the most normal things sound silly and childish. Your willy, I am aware, grows bigger but more than just a little. And damb straight. My booty is as perky as your winky. Will you do me the high honour of putting it in me?" It was as if we had recited poetry. Smiles and laughs left us though. No matter how bad I messed up we sorted it out. Somehow.

Jaren moved closer to me and pulled me up from the chair and escorted me into his own bed. I was partly glad because I couldn't go and crush Miriam but I was mostly glad for the simple fact of Smii7y being there for me.

By the time I woke up, I felt the bed beside me and I sighed. It was empty and my body bare. My eyes looked around at the mess we had made the night before and it began with the pile on the floor. A top of Jaren's was used to cover up.

Just as I climbed over the bed to place the clock back on the bedside table Jaren chose to return and his hand smacked my butt so hard I nearly fell over. Though the top covered me enough to stop skin on skin contact.

"I'm not sure if I want you to have some of those fancy-ass pants on or if I want you to have no pants on," He commented and then helped me clean a little bit more. Only, I had stopped cleaning and I crawled over to the edge of the bed where he sat. He was only in boxers.

I approached him from behind and my arms wrapped around him. One was on his shoulder and the other between his arm and his chest. My fingers wrapped over his chest. Making me hang on to him a little.

"You can find out which one of those is what I am wearing if you want." He turned his body and I was forced to face him. His legs moving so that I ended up on my back and he towered over me. Then his hand slipped up to my hip and he got a solid answer.

"I definitely prefer this."