(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Friends don’t let friends hurt themselves, at least not alone

Kellen had thought he was doing okay, until the fighting started. His blood ran cold, and Brent swore up a storm. Kellen couldn’t remember that Brent had called anyone until Taylor and Gwen were there.

He didn’t really remember what they were saying, his gaze focused on the way that the two were going at each other. He didn’t even realise he was crying until Gwen’s fingers were wiping away his tears.

"It’s going to be okay Kellen. It’s going to be okay." Kellen was crying, the soft sounds leaving his lips at the sheer pain he felt in his chest.

This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t for fun. Kellen had seen them fight for fun, and this wasn’t it. Kellen had seen the state that Rhys had come home in the first time, the time after he had stopped Gunther the first time, and seen the state he’d been there personally when Gunther had thrown a garbage can at him.

This?

Kellen didn’t know what this was, but he also couldn’t take his gaze off of it. It was so raw, so visceral, so angry. This felt like a long time coming, and that feeling alone made him realise that he should have been worried. He should have been terrified. He shouldn’t have let this happen at all.

"We need to turn off the t.v." Brent said, and Kellen shook his head quickly, aggressively.

"Don’t turn it off." Kellen said through his emotions, and Brent gave him a look like he was crazy.

"It’s clearly upsetting you. We need to turn it off." Brent fought back, and Kellen shook his head more.

"No! We can’t!" Kellen was working himself up, and it was clear that Taylor and Gwen hated to see it. Brent’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he watched Kellen, tears running down his face, Gwen wiping them away as she sat next to him, but he was unable to tear his gaze away from the t.v.

"What are you hoping to gain by continuing to watch it, Kellen? You’re only going to hurt yourself more!" Kellen winced as Gunther hit Rhys in the jaw.

"Why the hell haven’t they cut the feed yet?" Taylor complained. "Kellen, you shouldn’t watch anymore. Please. This is hurting us to watch." Taylor pleaded, and Kellen wouldn’t budge. Brent shouted in frustration, getting up since he couldn’t stand to witness Kellen hurt himself anymore.

"I’m going to make some fucking calls." Brent muttered, whipping his phone out as he stormed into the hallway. Taylor moved so that she was occupying the other side of Kellen. Gwen on one side, Taylor on the other. Taylor took the laptop away from him, closing it as Kellen winced with every hit, every punch that was thrown.

"This isn’t looking good, Taylor." Gwen muttered and Taylor sighed.

"I’m going to have to patch both of them up, and give them a stern talking to." She agreed, and Kellen jerked.

"Do you need some guiding?" Kellen asked, sniffing, and both girls looked at him with sympathy.

"No, Kellen. I can get some from someone else. You should save it for when Rhys gets back." Taylor told him gently, and Kellen nodded. The fighting went on for what felt like hours, the blood splattering everywhere until suddenly, the feed was cut and the newscasters filled the screen. Kellen’s whole body relaxed, the tension leaving him but that wasn’t a good thing.

He slumped, Gwen catching him as Kellen tried to keep himself upright but his muscles felt like noodles.

"Oh dear." He muttered, and Taylor sighed.

"It’s a good thing that you cancelled your classes today, because you are on bedrest, Doctor’s orders." Taylor said, and Kellen opened his mouth to complain, but couldn’t find it in him to fully put up a fight.

He didn’t think he’d be as affected as he was. It was just two friends falling out. It shouldn’t have been this damaging to him. He knew it wasn’t even real, but that...Kellen felt ill, and Gwen and Taylor watched as all colour drained from his face.

Suddenly he was up and moving, the two women dragging him to a bathroom so that he could throw up if needed. Kellen had never thrown up like this in his life. Wasting food? _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Unheard of.