I slammed the door when I got home, alerting Mom and Dad to the fact that something was up. I’d been planning on playing it cool but somewhere between the bar Damien was at and my house it dawned on me that he might not call. That he might’ve just wanted me gone.
I played with my food at dinner time. Dad tried not to notice, burying his head in the newspaper, but Mom picked up on my mood almost instantly. She looked almost annoyed when I didn’t answer her questioning what was up but otherwise stayed silent about it. I slunk up to my room after excusing myself from the table and glanced at my phone. Nothing. Not a single text or missed call. I guess I didn’t mean that much to him, after all. With a sigh, I threw my phone on the bed and shuffled off to have a shower. I didn’t need one. I didn’t even want one. It just seemed like the right thing to do, even if I hadn’t exactly had a normal shower in a while. I ended up thinking while I was in there. Why had I moaned out Danny’s name? I hadn’t even thought about him since... Well, since the incident with the knife. I guess he must’ve been on my mind or something since I’d mentioned him to Mom. At least, I hoped that was it.
I was half asleep when my phone finally rang. I answered it, not bothering to see who was calling. It wouldn’t be Damien at this hour. It was probably just a wrong number or something.
"I'm so sorry, Kyle" I recognised Damien’s voice and the sniffle that came before it.
I didn’t say anything. I could hear him crying. Shit.
"Yeah?" he sobbed.
"I can't do it..."
"I can't sit back and watch you destroy yourself"
"I didn't get anything, Kyle. I'm sorry I snapped earlier. I'm sorry I'm such an idiot"
I was silent and he let out a sniffle.
"M'sorry. I'll just go..."
"Don't" I said a little too quickly for my own liking.
There was silence on the other end but he hadn’t hung up.
"I... I love you, Damien"
He sniffled a little. "I love you too"
He was silent.
"I don't know if I can keep doing this"
"I'm sorry" he sobbed.
"So you've said"
I sniffled a little as I heard him crying again.
"Please don't cry, gorgeous"
I waited a little while and he tried to stop. He quietened down eventually but I could tell he hadn’t really stopped crying.
The line was quit his end. Say something, Damien. I sighed but he kept quiet.
"Mmm?" he sniffled.
"I'm sorry about earlier"
"Can you come over?"
He hung up and I made my way over, sneaking out through the back door. Damien let me into the studio, all puffy eyed and miserable looking. I wrapped him in a hug as soon as I saw him. He buried his head in my neck and I kept cuddling him, trying to ignore his sniffles as he clung to me. I fiddled about with his hair and he apologised for being an ass a few more times. I just kept cuddling him as he shuffled us over to the couch, still clinging to me. I played with his hair, kissing the top of his head.
"I won't fuck up again" he mumbled quietly, sniffling a little.
I planted a kiss on his forehead. "It's fine"
He fell silent again, exhausting showing on his face. I smiled a little.
"Go to sleep"
He took my hand and led me up to bed. I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. I mean, what if his mom walked in? What if his dad walked in? I kind of got the impression they wouldn’t be too thrilled if they knew the two of us were still seeing each other.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"What about your 'rents?"
He locked the door and I relaxed a little. At least that’d give me some time to escape before they tore the door down.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want"
I gave him a quick kiss. "I miss snuggling with you"
He kissed back and we slipped into bed, spooning almost instantly. It wasn’t long before Damien fell asleep and I lay there, just enjoying being with him. I cuddled him a little tighter, sighing contentedly, and shut my eyes, hoping sleep would come soon.