I woke up in bed next to Kyle. A glance at my phone told me everything was pretty much as normal. It was some stupidly early hour in the morning, because my nightmares had woken me up, and Kyle was still asleep. The only thing that hadn’t been normal was how I’d somehow gotten into bed, and that Matt had featured quite a lot in this particular nightmare.
To pass the time between then and Kyle waking up, I went and got Scruffles out, who was all grumpy and sleepy. He didn’t really do anything, falling straight back to sleep the moment I sat down in bed, but that was okay. I just stroked him, happy enough to be spending some time with him.
Kyle woke up soon enough, watching me from where he was. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded a little. I didn’t feel so great, and I was definitely skipping work today, whether I did it at home or not, but I didn’t want Kyle to get himself all worked up needlessly. “What happened yesterday?” I was hoping he wouldn’t ask that. I shrugged, not really wanting to have to relive the memory anymore than I’d already been forced to in my sleep. “Please tell me, gorgeous.” I was quiet for a while, but the truth trickled out of me eventually. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair to keep something like that from him, would it?
He smothered me in a hug, all angry at Matt, just like I knew he’d be. I was quiet, hoping the anger wouldn’t last. I didn’t like it when he was angry, even if it wasn’t directed at me.
"It's fine, Kyle. All he did was scare me. I'll just remember not to go in that cafe for lunch anymore," I said after a while, letting him keep me cuddled against him. He clearly didn’t like it.
"I don't get why he was there, he doesn't work in that one."
I shrugged again. “They move people from store to store, don’t they? I mean, it’s the same job, just in a different store.” He still wasn’t to be persuaded that it was okay. I guess it wasn’t, but I didn’t want him going off and trying to pick a fight with him.
“It doesn’t matter, Kyle. Just forget anything happened.” He looked like he was at least trying to, and I leant my head on his chest, smiling a little as I felt him kiss the top of my head. I was still stroking the sleepy squirrel, and I could feel Kyle’s eyes on us. I was putting on a brave face for him, pretending that I wasn’t bothered by what had happened.
After a while, Kyle tried to call the cops about it. I didn’t let him.
"Please, gorgeous. I don't like the thought of him being able to hurt you again."
I shook my head, “There wasn’t anything stopping him yesterday. Even if he does find me again, he won’t go through with it.” I did my best to believe myself, but... well, I wasn’t as confident about that as I sounded, put it that way.
"You don't know that.”
“I’ve spent enough time around psychos like him to be able to tell,” I told him with a small smile.
"I still don't like it." I put Scruffles down on the bed and turned a little in his arms, reaching a hand up to run my fingers through his hair.
“I know, Kyle, but I don’t have any proof he did anything. And even if I did, he’d probably try to kill me the next time he saw me, instead of just try to cut my dick off if we call the cops on him.” Of that, I was more than confident.
He sighed. "Just be careful, yeah?" I nodded, playing with his hair.
"I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," he told me, burying his head in my neck.
“Knowing you, you’d probably do something stupid,” I giggled a little, resting my head on his.
I snuggled into him, pulling him a little closer, “my silly Kyle.”
"You love me anyway?"
“Of course I do,” I smiled, “silly.”
He let out a hum, “I love you too.” I nuzzled the top of his head, making him smile. We stayed snuggled until the sun was up and it was time for me to get ready for work. Kyle insisted on coming to work with me, so I figured I might as well get a piggy back ride out of it. I was less grumpy about going given that I got to stay with him right up until we got to the hospital. He put me down and kissed me. Since everyone there had already decided I was gay anyway, I kissed him back, not really caring who saw. It wasn’t like I’d be around long enough to get any shit for it.
He smiled, “Have a good day.” I nodded, saying goodbye to him as I walked inside. I didn’t bother changing into my uniform or clocking on. I was gonna stay long enough to steal some needles and morphine and then I was gonna go back to my real job as a dealer, ‘cause fuck, it paid loads better and I didn’t get any bullshit for it.
And it gave me an excuse to carry my gun. I wasn’t gonna be taking any chances today if I ran into Matt. No blanks, this time.