Hearing Stanley’s voice brought with it a good amount of relief, though still not enough to completely calm Eddie. Everything in him warred, torn between his own spiraling panic and wanting more than anything to give himself over to his Dominant. Tears fell from his eyes as he was shifted into Stanley’s lap. His body relaxed a bit, however he still remained as folded in on himself as possible. Open, shaking palms covered his eyes, as if shielding them would somehow make the situation less real. While some may have considered his reaction disproportionate, anyone who knew his and Stanley’s history with Patrick Hockstetter and Reginald Huggins would know that it wasn’t. The torment the two, along with Henry Bowers and Victor Criss, had put them and their friends through was unmatched in any childhood bullying story he’d ever heard. The members of the Bowers Gang were cruel, vile, and ruthless, and more times than not, Eddie had found himself asking if they even had souls. Henry Bowers, who poisoned and killed one of their best friends’ dogs. Victor Criss, his loyal second-in-command. Patrick Hockstetter, who collected dead flies, and had a penchant for hurting people without empathy, care, or remorse, starting with pulling the pigtails of girls in his Kindergarten class. Reginald Huggins, who’d earned his nickname Belch, the co-signer on every vile action, the driver of the getaway car, and the puller of rank and status any time anyone dared breathe wrong in their space. Hearing Stanley’s voice brought Eddie back from his thoughts. At the Dominant’s words, he shifted to rest his ear directly over Stan’s heart before wrapping both arms around Stan’s waist. Closing his eyes Eddie did his best to steady his breathing, focusing only on Stanley’s. After several moments, he nodded. “I-I think I’m okay to walk. I love you, Stanley. Thank you. Thank you. I want to go, I want to get out of here. At least your door at Dalton has a lock.” Pushing himself up and using the edge of his bed as a guide, Eddie stood, swaying for a moment but managing to steady himself before collapse. “I’m okay. I’m good. I just need to get my medicine, and my inhaler, and then we can go.” Tears still fell from his eyes as he attempted to move around his room.
For a while, everything seemed to calm down. Stanley held Eddie in his ams and he could feel the other man beginning to relax. It wasn’t perfect, but it was working, and he felt like he was helping. But it wasn’t enough to break through the fear, and when Eddie broke free and rose it was immediately clear that he wasn’t ready to be trying to pack things up. His submissive was still upset and he felt his fists clench at his sides as an anger rose inside of him that he had never felt before. The sight of tears in Eddie’s eyes brought them to his as well and he rose too, following Eddie. Gently, he took his boy’s hands and shhed him, bringing those knuckles up to his lips so that he could kiss each one of them in time. “Eddie, sweetheart. We can go, but first I need you to know that I mean it when I saw that I won’t allow them to hurt you. Please, talk to me. Let me help you calm down before we start packing up.”
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