I placed the last few drops to my lips, found I had no more cash and wandered out into the streets. I still had my violin in my hand, blood on my face a pain in my crotch and my stomach rumbled. Only problem was, I had no idea where I was. I slowly walking round the streets, a woman walked up to me and asked me... something, she was scantily clad and I declined her offer. I spent that whole night wandering around, but I must have stopped at one point.
When I awoke again I was in a dark alley and when I sat up my head throbbed, I couldn’t remember a thing. But then, when I remembered Damien I felt like going out and drinking all over again. But then I remembered a Kyle and I swore sharply. I wandered home, after taking a good few hours. I was stopped by the Police twice, but I simply told them; ‘I have a big, fucking headache and I’m just trying to get home,’ I was warned, but they let me go on my way. The fucking pigs.
When I got home, I suddenly realised, I didn’t want to be at home. So I turned to the next best thing, I abandoned my idea and turned to Kyle’s house, knocking on his door I waited. He opened it, a smile propping to his face when he realised who it was, at least, that’s what I think it was. “Hey.”
“Sure,” I nodded, my head still swimming, “I was wondering if I could crash here?” because face it, I’m screwed if I go home. Let’s hope mum doesn’t think of coming here to look at me.
"Of course you can. You don't have to ask." I still had thoughts swimming around my head, but I managed to push them aside. Those thoughts didn’t seem so bad when I was sat with my Kyle.
"Yeah, did you hear about school?" I didn’t wait for an answer, I just let myself in.
"I'm gonna say no, but I could be wrong." Huh, I would’ve thought he might have guessed. I thought everyone heard...
"Damien fucked me off; I punched a teacher and got permanently kicked outta school."
He nodded, "I heard about that,” hmm. He was far too casual about this. But I didn’t want to think anymore, I just wanted to sit and hug Kyle, take a beer and relax. Try to forget how badly my life had gone in a day.
I threw my violin onto the couch and flopped down next to it, "Fucking idiot," I murmured and just before I finished he swung his arms around me and I welcomed it, wrapping my arms around back around him, I put my head against his shoulder and sunk into him with a sniffle.
"How long can I stay?” I asked, not expecting to go home anytime soon, mumbling into his neck.
"As long as you want," I was sorta hoping he’d say that. But on the other hand, I didn’t want to stay too long.
"I'll get my own place soon," I don’t have a job but I do have my dad’s credit card and his number. So, who needs a job?
"There's no rush,” he smiled.
"I don't like to impose.”
He kissed me, "You can stay here as long as you need to... And maybe a little while after" I smiled, kissing him back. Wow, I could tell he was finally used to being with me and the way he kissed me, I just wanted to stay here just as long as he wanted me too. Then I caught something out of the corner of my eye, someone walked in then walked back out again.
I pulled away, looking at him, "Who the hell was that?" I wasn’t angry, not until I figured out who it was.
"Uh... That was Damien." As soon as I heard his name, I was up, grabbed my violin and turned to him. I shook my head and sighed. I was a fucking idiot, a damn fucking idiot.
"Oh you are fucking kidding me!" I shouted. I shouldn’t have been that angry. I didn’t even know why Damien was here but everything blew up in my face.
"Danny, calm down," how could I calm down? I was away for a night and my boyfriend let my worst enemy into his house! God knows what they were doing... I mean, if they even... I wasn’t even upset, I was just angry. I wanted an explanation.
"No, I won't in fact... that bastard!" I shouted, storming after Damien with Kyle in tow. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I snarled, waving my violin around wildly.
"Ask Kyle" I turned to Kyle, my face blank as I tried to hide my anger.
"What? Don't drag me into this." Now he was covering stuff up.
"Just someone tell me what the fuck happened last night." I murmured through clenched teeth.
He looked at Kyle, ignoring me. "You're the one that told me to stay."
"Yeah because I thought you were gonna go do something stupid."
"Oh fuck this," I stormed off, leaving him where he was.
"Danny, wait!” Damien sighed and tried to go, but I was stood in the doorway.
"No, why the hell should I? One night I'm gone and I find my enemy in your fucking house!" Kyle bit his lip and that just made me even more suspicious.
He sighed, "Damien, don't," oh, now you’re worried about him? While he was still talking to him I was already off down the street, "Just... Just wait here, okay?" I heard him running after me and I shook my head.
"Fuck off back to your sob-story; I'm sure he needs you."
“Danny, please,” no. No please, no sorry. No nothing, go away.
"Why? Why should I stop? I now can't get a job because I'm a high school drop-out. You're fucking about with other people and I now have no violin either." I threw my case on the floor and watched it bounce, it was useless now. I didn’t want it, no matter what it meant. "Fuck. Off."
He stopped and then his voice became sad. Not that I cared."...N-Nothing. I'll get out of your way..."
"Yeah. I thought so, have fun with your fucking Damien," I snorted, walking away. Damien tried to sneak past us and I pushed him away.
He followed me anyway and I heard Kyle sniffling in the background. "It wasn't his fault, Danny. Nothing even happened. He gave me a beer and I fell asleep." I want to believe that, but I just don’t trust you.
"Get lost, fuck-wad."
Damien shrugged, hesitated then sighed before going back to Kyle who was trying his best not to cry. I didn’t care. I finally knew where the train station was. I sat on the station and watched the trains go by. My legs folded underneath me. I watched them speed past.
I was, sorta numb. I just felt...nothing. In a day, I had lost my violin – the violin that was given to me by my granddad, the only one that loved me for me. I had lost my schooling, meaning I couldn’t really get a job or be independent. My dream of becoming a professional musician had just gone out the window. Then Kyle, my dearest Kyle. He’d fallen into the arms of my worst enemy Damien. I still felt nothing. I felt no joy, no pain, nothing. Until the train hit me, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it just felt like a tap. But I still blacked out. Pansy.