Caramel's pov (he is my favorite at the moment)
Mistress had asked Ber if he would like eating with us at the table but he had given a low no and walked off, making Mistress tell me to go after him and tell him when he was calm that he should meet her in her study's after dinner.
Now, I just walk behind him as he storms off, knowing he would head into this room, my mind going over random things.
I barely ever have to go to Mistress' study, not that it ever was a bad place, from the little bits and pieces that Cream managed to let slip out, it mostly ended with them either crying and saying they were sorry, or making out that left them dazed for minutes, and though I only made out with Mistress rarely, it was a very very pleasant thing.
More like a reward.
I blush as I remember her kissing my hand yesterday, thanking me for eating like she was the one that was getting fed while it was me.
But as usual, it was Mistress.
She always congratulated us for the littlest of things, and I loved her for that.
As Ber slams his door open, it jolts me away from my thinking and I frown.
I hate thinking about myself.
I really do.
Especially when I knew there were other important things that needed me.
Like Ber did.
Because he couldn't work his emotions, he spent almost everyday in perpetual anger, or silence, and I was the only who could calm him down because Cream would more than likely just sigh and leave him alone, even though I knew they were extremely close and Coco would snap at him to stop.
Which I never did.
I was never a violent person, and I always seemed to care, even if it was a bit too much.
Being locked up for as long as I can remember, I took care of birds that came up my window, or animals that reached, even taking of a mouse once, which wasn't probably save now that I thought of it.
I walk into his room, remembering the calming and embarrassing feeling it always brought me.
The walls, curtains and bedsheets were painted a dark red, with tiny dots on them, like strawberries as ours were the same, just with our respective flavors.
I had seen everyone's room, except Vanilla....
I wonder how the colour would....
"Fuck it!"
I hear the chair slam on the ground, shattering into splinters as I jolt, before sighing and locking the room door.
Even though I always put up a brave face, being the one to calm Ber down, it was also very hard for me too.
I always got scared.
I wasn't brave like Mistress who had, multiple of times, gotten punched or cut or stabbed by Ber during his angru tantrums so I always freaked out, but she always made sure that if anything got too much for me to handle, I could scream her name and she would be there.
And she would always add it with 'Besides, you're his baby, he wouldn't hurt his baby'
As much as I loved him, her, all of them , I really hated being treated like the baby, because I had grown up, taking care of myself, by myself and so the whole baby treatment set me off sometimes.
The first time Coco and I came, I was... Stunned to find Cream kissing Ber, maybe scared but I didn't say anything about it until Ber one day kissed me and I lost it.
I had ran to Coco, expecting him to at least explain things to me, or tell me that I wasn't gay, until I heard the moaning sounds and realized that we were BOTH gay, which wasn't sure a bad thing.
Yet, Ber had been my first kiss, Cream my second, and Mistress my third and their hierarchy could not have been more perfect.
And even though I barely was with Cream, because Ber was almost pissed all the time, he loved hearing me talk about my books and he always acted like a baby to me, letting me play with him and dress him up which made me very happy.
They all made me very happy.
I hear Ber screaming now as he rapidly punches the punching bag Mistress had gotten for him to release his pain on instead of punching the walls and wince.
He sounds like a hurt animal and it hurts me.
I don't like people in pain.
Animals too.
As he keeps cussing and punching, I try not to be in his way until I see him hit his glass perfume and it shatters on immediate impact.
That Perfume, personally made by Mistress, smelled of us. Well, he had the Strawberry one, and we, had ours, while she used all of it, but the point was, she always pleaded that we used it.
She said it made her feel connected to is and it always made me feel good.
The fact that he had broken his.... Even though it was an accident....
I immediately run to the broken pieces, removing my handkerchief and trying to mop and stop it from spreading.
"Mel? Mel? What are you doing?"
I ignore him.
All Mistress asked was for us to smell this way, it wasn't too much, was it? Why did he break his?
And oh gosh, the glasses....
If he stepped on it, it would....
"Mel, stop it!"
He suddenly pulls me up by my hands as I start at him, some of my hair covering my face.
The angry look is gone and he is staring at my hands "Why did you touch that? You're bleeding"
I stare at it, noticing the now jarring red cuts on my hand, now feeling the sting as he sighs and says "Come on"
He pulls me by the hand to his bathroom, turning on the faucet and putting my hand under it.
I hiss at the sting now, looking away as he cleans it "Why would you do that? I could have cleaned it and not felt anything"
I bite my lips "It would still be the same"
"What?"
"When you... Cut yourself, and don't feel it, well we do" I say "And to be honest, the pain doubles when you're the one hurt and not us"
He sighs, taking out a bandage from his compartment, now tying it around my hand "Still, the logical thing was for you to avoid it"
I pout "I'm not logical"
He chuckles "Don't I know it?"
When he's done, he kisses my hand and pulls me into his body, my back on his chest as he hums into my ear.
I don't know if anyone else had caught him doing that, humming that is, but it was always a sad song, and yet very beautiful.
"I'm scared"
I pause "Of what Ber?"
"That new girl. Didn't you see her? There's something about her. She's so.... What's the word? Pure? Filled with rainbows and shit? Whatever.... I can tell and we... Well, I, am not filled with that, and any logical person would choose rainbows to a fucking storm, I mean..."
I turn around and kiss him, which at first shocks him, but he leans into it, now pushing me back to the wall, as he carries me up now, and bites on my lower lip, hard.
I gasp, opening my mouth and he puts his tongue in, as he moans in my mouth and pulls away "Fuck, Mel, I was spilling my feelings you attractive fucker"
I giggle, which is rare as I say "Storms are good, besides, rainbows only come after a storm, so good and bad, is good you know"
A small grins come up on his face as he says "Didn't understand one word of that shit, but if I kiss you, I bet I might"
I laugh "Then kiss me"
He does.