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Chapter Five:
"Bam?" Jess poked his head into Bam's room, pushing the door the rest of the way open when he spotted the skater on the bed, apparently asleep. "Hey, Bam?"
Bam groaned softly, rolling over to blink sluggishly at his older brother. "Whaddya want?"
"Ape wants to know if you want something to eat still…"
Bam shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Tell her I'll be down in a little bit."
Jess nodded warily. "Bam?"
The skater had rolled back away from him, but he still responded. "What?"
"Are you okay?"
There was a long pause, before, "Yeah."
Jess frowned. "Liar."
"Go away." Bam muttered, curling up into a ball.
Jess sighed, but didn't press the matter. "Okay. Come down to eat whenever you feel up to it." There was no response from the bed, and Jess retreated quietly, shutting the door behind him. Sighing, he retreated down the hallway towards Ville's room, preparing to knock and do the same as he did to Bam. "Ville?" There was no response, except for a light whimper. "Ville? Are you alright?"
When there was still no response, Jess opened the door quietly, poking his head into the room. "Ville?" The Finn was obviously asleep, and just as obviously having a nightmare. Jess frowned, entering the room and going over to the bed where Ville was practically strangling the sheets. "Ville, wake up. Ville?"
"VILLE!" Jonne's voice sailed up the stairs, and Ville sighed.
"I'm in the bedroom!" He called, exiting the brightly lit bathroom to enter the said bedroom, going over to the bureau to find a shirt.
Jonne burst in a moment later, stalking over to Ville and grabbing his shoulder, turning him around forcefully. "What is this?" He snapped, brandishing something silver in his hand.
Ville blinked a few times. "A razorblade?" He searched Jonne's face for some sign of why he was so angry.
Jonne released Ville's shoulder. "Yes. Now. Why the HELL do you have one??"
Ville didn't reply. At least, not directly. "Jonne, what is this about?"
"I want you to answer something for me." Jonne whispered, approaching Ville with the air of a cat stalking a cornered mouse, which was exactly the situation. Ville had taken a few steps back towards the bathroom doorway. "Do you want to die?"
Obvious confusion drifted across Ville's face. "What kind of question is THAT?"
Jonne let out a muted yell of rage, arms shooting out and pushing the Finn backward roughly. Ville stumbled backward, tripping over a pair of shoes in the doorway, falling hard. He scrambled backwards away from Jonne, who had obviously lost it EVER so slightly, until he felt the cool glass of the shower door against his bare back. "Jesus, Jonne, what the hell is WRONG?"
Jonne slammed the door shut, before he grabbed Ville's shoulders, hauling him forcefully to his feet. "You're not answering. STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION!" Ville didn't speak again right away, and Jonne slammed him back against the glass, causing Ville to see stars as his head struck the glass. "ANSWER!" The razorblade was digging into Ville's arm under Jonne's grip, and Ville suddenly felt raw, pure terror wash over him.
"My god, Jonne. Stop it. Let me go!"
Jonne complied with the request, releasing Ville's shoulders and stepping back to allow Ville to stand normally. The minute that Ville had halfway composed himself, Jonne grabbed his wrist roughly, turning it to reveal several red cuts crisscrossing the pale skin. "Fuck you. Ville. I can't fucking BELIEVE THIS!" He pulled Ville forward until they were almost flush against each other, the thin metal razor finding its way to the underside of the older Finn's arm. "Do you REALLY want to die? Is that it? Is that why you have…THIS all over your arms?!"
The fear that had receded when Jonne had released Ville flooded back tenfold as the razorblade began to dig into his skin. "Jesus…Jonne. JONNE LET ME GO!" He began to cry softly, struggling weakly against Jonne's surprisingly strong grip. "JONNE, STOP!"
Jonne shook his head. "NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER!"
Ville began to hyperventilate out of panic, worsening as he felt the sharp pain and the trickle of blood run down his arm. "DAMMIT! JONNE, PLEASE!"
"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!" Jonne yelled, driving Ville backward again into the shower.
"NO!" Ville's eyes opened suddenly and Jess jumped at the sudden yell, nearly falling. The Finn sat up, shaking violently as he struggled to focus on the older boy. "Jesse?"
"Yeah. It's just me…you were having a nightmare…" Jess managed, trying to calm his racing pulse. "Jesus, you scared the SHIT out of me."
Ville ran a visibly trembling hand through his hair. "I…sorry." The Finn took a deep breath, leaning forward and putting his head on his knees.
Jess put a hand on Ville's back, patting it soothingly. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I've dreamed worse." The Finn was still trembling slightly, and Jess frowned.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?" Ville raised his head to glance at Jess.
"Nothing. I was going to ask if you wanted anything to eat, seeing as you probably haven't really eaten since you left Finland."
Ville let a small smile grace his features. "No, I haven't. That'd be lovely. Just…let me change first." He glanced down at his now sweaty shirt, grinning ruefully.
"No problem." Jess patted Ville's shoulder gently, starting for the door. "You SURE you're okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine." Ville nodded, getting up and making for his suitcase. As Jess exited, he pulled out a t-shirt, taking off the collared shirt he had been wearing and pulling this on instead. Getting up, he made his way into the hallway and downstairs into the kitchen.
He nearly collided with Bam, who was on his way to the table from the fridge. "Sorry."
Bam merely nodded, plunking himself at the table with a slice of cold pizza. April entered the kitchen a moment later. "Ville! Bam, I thought you didn't want food! There're leftovers in the fridge, if you…Ville, sweetheart, are you okay?" For Ville had all but stumbled into the fridge, leaning heavily against it.
Ville nodded silently. "Yeah…could I…have a glass of water, or something, please?"
April smiled warmly. "Of course, honey." She hurried over, filling a glass from the tap and handing it to Ville, who downed it in two gulps, setting the glass on the table and sitting beside Bam.
Bam glanced up at the Finn, who was still trying to shake off the nightmare's aftereffects. "Hey, Ville?"
Ville frowned. "Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
Ville nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
Bam shrugged. "You look paler than normal…"
"It's nothing. I'm just tired." Ville responded with a bit more venom than was necessary."
"Sorry…" Bam muttered, taking a violent bite of pizza.
"No, it's okay. I just didn't have a good flight, that's all. And…yeah, it's fine." Ville sighed, resting his head on the table.
An awkward silence fell, Bam taking angry bites of pizza, Ville watching expressionlessly. After a moment, the Finn spoke again. "Bam?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
Bam nearly choked in surprise, dropping the pizza onto the plate. "What about?"
"Not really sure." Ville shrugged. "Everything?"
Bam frowned, realizing it was the Finn's unorthodox way of making peace. He grinned, fighting the truth that wanted to get out of him. "Accepted."
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