“I’m listening.”
Rebecca took a calming breath before she spoke. She didn’t want to lose her nerve.
“I want to apologize for both yelling and going too far yesterday. I had no right to yell at you for what happened and I am sorry.
I was worried about your health because of something that happened when I was a child and I was terrified of it happening to you. However, that does not excuse my behavior nor the fact that I yelled.
I do not blame you if you don’t forgive me. I acted horribly.”
-He froze up for a moment. Curling his face more into the sylveons tummy.
He didn’t want to be seen. Giving a small whine as he softly sniffled. Before answering the question. The others in the room other than the pups who slept peacefully in Amy’s arms had their attention on both Rebecca and him. As he quietly shook-
… N…
-He wanted to say he Was okay… But he Knew he Wasn’t.-
… I… No I’m not alright…
Sorry.
S-So sorry.
I’m not Strong-
I’m Weak. So very Weak.
Too weak.
Too Weak because Ames is Right.
I let it get to my head…
I don’t know how to make it go away…
I don’t know how to make it Disappear…..
It Hurts
It Hurts and I Want it to Go away.
Rebecca glanced at ‘Ames’ for a second before turning back to Heat.
“Heat… Hurt takes time to go away. It just doesn’t disappear all at once… Life doesn’t work like that.”
“When it comes down to it… Everyone’s weak. Everyone hurts. We all have ways of recovering. It takes time, sometimes the rest of your life, but it goes away eventually.”
Rebecca rested a gentle hand on Heat’s shoulder, ready to pull it away if he rejected the contact.
“It’s alright that you’re weak. Life is about getting stronger from the hurt. It’s about going above and beyond what hurt you. It’s about looking back and seeing that it won’t hurt you like it used to.”
-His ears flattened, and he frowned. Looking at her quiet sadly-
But I’m Not.
It doesn’t Matter that I breath, have a pulse if you can call it a pulse, or that I can talk.
Even though I can think it’s mostly only about how I please others with my actions or not.
I’m an Object because I am Owned, and I do things for the people who own me’s pleasure and satisfaction.
Even though my Due dates up, I’m still here, and I am an Object.
Only I’m Clydes and Angels Object now.
Though, I haven’t seen angel in a while. That only means Clyde will take the responsibility for the moment.
That is Still Not a Low where I’m from. It again is like ripping your neighbors shirt, Sure. They’ll be mad and want you to pay for a new shirt.
But it’s Not illegal in a sense.
And personally I don’t Care if I’m Not an object, It’s how I was taught and raised. And I can’t imagine life as something that isn’t used for what it was made for.
Rebecca smacked her palm to her forehead before going through her bag again, pulling out her Soothe Bell and showing it to him.
“This is an object. Whoever ‘taught’ and ‘raised’ you is a sick fuck who needs to be thrown out a window. You are not an object. You would not be speaking if you were an object. You would not be standing on your own two feet if you were an object.”
She put her Soothe Bell away and gently cupped the other’s muzzle before she looked at him with very obvious worry and concern. There was no pity, however.
“Whoever raised you is wrong and always will be wrong. You’re a living, breathing being. By your logic, I am an object too. You are a being that can make your own decisions. You are a person. You act like there’s something wrong with that but there isn’t. There absolutely isn’t anything wrong with it.”
Rebecca pulled him into a tight hug, her hands shaking a little bit as she held him close.
“Why would I bother this much with an object? Because you’re not. You breathe, you live, all that good stuff. And I don’t want you to miss it because of some asshole that taught you otherwise.”
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