Everyone had eventually left the hallway and continued on with their own things except for Brendon and Aaron. They had situated their selves in my room, at first Brendan was hugging me in an uncomfortable position so he had readjusted me so I was straddling his waist with his arms still wrapped around me like someone was going to take me way, I allowed myself out of exhaustion to lean my head against his shoulders. We were both sitting in the middle of my room, sitting oddly.

Aaron stood leaning against the doorway watching us. It had been half an hour or so since I started to calm down. Brendon had been rubbing my back and whispering things into my ears telling me how it was going to be ok and that she loved me and things like that.

I had wanted to ask him why he read the note and if everyone knew about it besides that they all saw me bawling on the floor. I had managed to calm down enough to where my breaths were back to normal but still incredibly shaky and my hands wouldn't stop trembling and honestly, I still felt like screaming my heart out. My eyes hurt from crying so much, my throat and my hands hurt from gripping onto the back of his shirt so hard.

He had to of read the letter right? He must've been the one to apologize after sliding it under the door, otherwise he wouldn't have known to burst in here so suddenly. Right?

I didn't feel like talking but managed to quietly force out the question as my voice cracked, "W-why d-did you read the lette-r..?"

He was silent for a moment then let out a soft sigh, continuing small motions on my back with his hands.

Brendan opened his mouth to speak but Aaron best him to it, "someone got too curious about a letter not addressed to him."

He stared directly back at Brendan and I could feel him shiver a bit.

Brendan slowly released his arm from the position on my back and it grazed my butt. I quickly sat up from previously slouching on his shoulder in surprise and fear crept back onto my face. I shoved his shoulders back but I could feel my face pale from the intimate feeling.

He suddenly pulled the vape out of my back pocket and examined it for a second before looking at me with confusion then back at Aaron who was still situated in the doorway.

"Why do you have this?" Brendan looked back at me with a bit of disappointment laced in his tone.

I felt like I wanted to shrink away again. God fuck. I've been here for a week and I can't even keep something a goddamn secret. What am I good at you ask? Nothing. The box he dangled between his fingers proved that.

"I-I u-hm .. uh.." Words refused to form and instead a jumble of uhm's and uh's spilled out. I was scared I was going to be in trouble. I mean of course I was, it's a vape. Not that I remember but I feel like a rule that might've been mentioned on the first day here was "no drugs" or something.

He ended up handing it to Aaron who had managed to quietly move behind Brendan. It's like they had telepathically talked or something.

"Are you addicted to Nicotine?" Aaron stated from behind Brendan. A dominant tone made its way through his voice. I shivered a bit.

"I-I don't really k-now" I answered truthfully. I had only started using it when I first arrived here and haven't gone too long without vaping so the craving never really set completely in before I had another session.

He didn't look satisfied with the answer I had given him but he took it regardless and stuffed the vape into his own pocket.

Well, seems like I'm not getting that back for a while.. or ever.

Aaron then leaned down closer to me and lifted his hand up to me. I flinched and turned my head away preparing for an impact, maybe something like a slap, only to reveal he had pat my head. His eyes clear of any non-likeable emotions instead placed with something softer and warm.

Don't get me wrong or anything, I've never been.. physically abused, but it's just a reflex I guess.

He moved away from me and asked Brendan to accompany him to his room. Brendan reluctantly stood up to follow him after he pulled me up as well.

He hugged me one last time before exiting the room with Aaron. Brandon closed the door behind him, leaving me to the silent and now colder room.

Weird, my room was never this cold. Brandon was warm.

I sat on my bed, my legs still shaky from overwhelming emotions swirling through me. My mind drifted off to mom... mom.. oh god mom..

Another wave of tears washed over me. I laid in bed and sobbed quietly, pulling bunny out from under the pillows and hugging him close.

My thought of mom drifted everywhere, she smelled like her homemade sweets all the time.. it just kind of drifted off of her at all times. Her oddly blond hair never matched me or my dads. Her beautiful smile and perfect white teeth. The warmth of her hands and the comfort of laying on her when I was younger.

I cried myself to sleep, hoping this was all a dream.