I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep but I know it was some time after Damien. I vaguely felt him get him but didn’t really wake up, knowing he’d probably just gone to pee. I groaned slightly when he didn’t come back, opening my eyes. I was enjoying that snuggle, bitch. I yawned, seeing Damien eating the other half of that sandwich. He looked over at me and I felt butterflies flapping around in my stomach, the kind of thing you only feel when you’re one of those ‘just got together’ couples.
“Morning” I said sleepily and he smiled.
I smiled back. “Sleep okay?”
He nodded. “You?”
I shrugged and he snuggled up to me again. I buried my head in his neck, not really minding that he could’ve done with a shower. I hummed as he cuddled me, enjoying the contact. I’d missed this so fucking much. I wanted him back for good. I didn’t want to have to share him with Phil anymore. And if I had to, it would’ve at least been nice to get to spend some time with him without Phil going ape shit. The two of us lay there, just enjoying being together when my phone started ringing. I ignored it, knowing it was probably Mom wanting to know where I was. Damien answered it after a while and I could hear Mom as if she was in the room without even putting it on loudspeaker.
"Kyle, where the fuck are you?"
"He's where he should be" Damien answered for me.
"And where's that? In some drug den, no doubt" Mom snapped.
"No. He's with me, and that's all that matters. No drugs, just us"
"Because that's so much better"
"It is, actually"
"I fail to see how. You've done nothing but ruin his life"
Mom, do the world a favour and fuck off. Damien was silent so Mom just carried on. Bitch.
"You finally realise what you've done to him, then?"
"I already knew what I've done to him" he said quietly, "but he's where he wants to be, so why argue?"
I cuddled Damien a little more. Ignore her, gorgeous, she’s just a stupid bitch who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
"Because he's my son and I know what's best for him"
"Of course you do"
"You wouldn't understand, you're not a parent. You never will be, either" she said, acid in her voice.
"What makes you say that? You don't know me"
"People like you aren't fit to raise children" People like you? What about people like your son?
"Could say the same about you" Damien muttered. Oh God.
"I beg your pardon"
"Oh nothing. Just, y'know, sending your kid to a loony bin when it's the last thing he needs isn't exactly the best parenting in the world, is it?”
"He's not well. He's going there to get better" she said, trying to justify herself.
"Okay, Mrs. Thomas, whatever you say" Damien said, this kind of scowl on his face.
"Your mother would do the same if she cared about you"
"She'd send me to rehab, not a loony bin" he glared.
"Either way, she obviously doesn't care about you enough to send you there"
"You don't know shit about my mom, okay?" he said, stung.
"Of course I do" Mom said kind of smugly. Beware the power of the part time housewife, part time working mother.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me all you know about my mom then?"
"I'd love to but I'd rather speak to my son"
"No, no, I wanna hear what you think you know about my mom first"
"Put Kyle on"
“She’s given up on you” Ouch.
"Trust me, she has"
"She just can't afford to send me to rehab, 'kay? She has not given up on me"
"Mhmm, you keep telling yourself that"
"Put Kyle on"
"Y'know what? No. You don't fucking deserve a son like Kyle" he said and hung up.
I looked up at him, kissing back when his lips pressed against mine.
"She hasn't given up on you, gorgeous. She can't have" I said when he fell silent.
"Yeah, I know. I just wish I hadn't stolen all that money from her - I could be halfway through rehab by now"
I kissed his neck. If I’d kept up my whoring a little longer I could easily have paid for him to go to rehab. He tilted his head and I kissed up to his jaw, smiling when he hummed quietly. I wrapped him in a cuddle, seeing he had his brave face on. He insisted he was okay but I cuddled him anyways.
"Man, your mom's a bitch. How did you ever live with her for so long?" he asked, cuddling back.
"She wasn't so bad when I dated girls" I said, chuckling slightly.
He let out a tiny sigh and I cuddled him more, humming as he nuzzled my neck. He leant his head on my shoulder and I rested my head on top of his. We stayed like it for a while but once again, my phone rang. Fuck off. Damien ignored it and I sighed, knowing she’d just keep calling if I ignored her too.
"Stop calling, Mom"
Damien was silent.
“Kyle, this is for the best. I want you to-”
"No, Mom, this isn't for the best. You're an interfering homophobic bitch"
Damien played with my hair while Mom tried to spew out some excuse about how she wasn’t homophobic.
"Bullshit you're not homophobic"
Damien kisses my cheek.
“I’ve got nothing against gays, Kyle. So long as they’re not in the family. You’re my only child, Kyle. The family name will die with you since there’s no chance of you having kids”
"Fuck off. I can have as many kids as I fucking want and you're never seeing any of them"
"Please, just leave him alone" Damien said, taking the phone off me.
"Fuck off and put my son back on"
"No" he sighed, hanging up.
He switched the phone off, his fingers twisting in my hair while I sat there being grumpy.
"Bitch" I grumbled.
He planted a tiny kiss on my lips and I kissed back, feeling myself calm down.
"So are we gonna run away yet? Since my mom doesn't care anymore and yours is being an asshole?" he asked and I sighed.
"We don't have the money, Mom'll set the cops on us again, we don't have anywhere to live, we don't know that we'll be able to get jobs"
"I don't wanna go back, Kyle"
"I know, gorgeous"
He was quiet and I let out another sigh.
I kissed his cheek. "I want you to be happy, gorgeous"
"So why don't we just stay here?"
"Why not just stay here? I'm sure we're both capable of getting couple new jobs at bars and stuff"
"What about our stuff?"
"Well what do we need, really? We can buy clothes from a thrift store"
I thought about it. I mean, it’d be nice to get a fresh start but I was so used to everything back home. Plus I’d need to call my landlord and let him know I was moving. And he’d no doub have a bitch fit about me not collecting my stuff...
"I mean, getting clean without going to rehab'll be hard, but I'm sure we can both do it, so long as we both stay determined. I'd rather that than go back home" Damien said, his voice kind of pleading.
I smiled. "If it's what you want"
"As long as you want it too"
"I want whatever makes you happy"
"Well we can at least try it"
I nodded and he kissed me. He hummed as I kissed back and I flashed him a smile. I felt my smile grow as he gave me a real smile like he used to. It’s good to have you back, gorgeous.
"I love you" he said.
"I love you too" I love you so fucking much.