I didn’t speak after the incident with Danny. I barely spoke to the hotel staff when I checked out. I barely spoke as I made my way back home. I didn’t even bother saying hi to my parents. I trudged straight up to my room and slumped on my bed. I know I should’ve gone to see Damien but I didn’t feel like it. I felt like curling up under the covers and being the worthless human being that I was. I stayed like that for two days before I realised that I couldn’t just waste away like that. I had to be strong. I had to be there for Damien. I stumbled out of bed, showering quickly and pulling the same clothes as before on. I know I should’ve changed but I honestly didn’t have the determination. I headed for Damien’s house and knocked on the door. I asked if I could see Damien when his mom answered.
"He's in his room" she said, letting me in.
I thanked her and went up to his room, letting myself in without knocking. Damien was half asleep on the bed when I walked in. I glanced at methadone needle on the floor and frowned.
He looked over. "Hey"
"How are you?"
"I'm okay, you?"
"I've been better" I shrugged.
He sat up, making room for me on the bed and wrapping me in a hug once I sat next to him. I hugged back kind of awkwardly and he frowned a little.
"Sorry, it's nothing" I said, hugging him properly.
I nodded and he leant his head on my shoulder. I perched my head on top of his and let out a tiny sigh.
He pulled back and I watched as he leant against the wall, silence washing over him.
He nodded but I didn’t believe him.
"Apart from the sky, what's up?"
"Nothing" I said with a tiny smile, knowing full well that he didn’t believe me either.
"I'm, uh, I'm gonna go get something to drink" I said after a while, trying to break the silence.
"Persuade my mom to fire Shane"
"Shane?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Who’s Shane?
"He's s'posed to be helping look after me, but all he does is piss me off"
My eyebrow stayed arched and he shrugged.
"Mom seems to think it's a good idea"
I hummed a little and got up, glancing back at him staring grumpily at the floor before I went downstairs to get a drink. I smiled at his mom and she smiled back.
"Oh, no, I just came down to get a drink"
"What would you like?"
"I don't mind, I'm not fussy"
"Pepsi's good, thanks" I smiled and she poured me a glass. "Thanks"
He was sat in exactly the same position I’d left him in.
"Sure you're okay?" I asked, making him look up.
I put my pepsi down and snuggled up to him.
"Sorry I didn't show up sooner"
"I should've been here for you"
"Don't worry about it, Kyle"
I didn’t say anything. He needed me and I should’ve been there.
"I need to work on being there for you too" he let out a tiny sigh. "I'm not the only one that needs support"
He shrugged. "It's kinda obvious there's something wrong, even to me. You don't have to tell me, I just... I dunno" he trailed off awkwardly and I sighed a little.
He shot me a questioning look.
"He hates me"
He looked a little upset and cuddled me more. "M'sorry"
“Why? It’s not your fault”
“Kind of is”
I shook my head, unsettled y his silence. I snuggled up to him even more and he played with my hair.
“I love you” I said.
"I love you too"
I hummed as he kissed my forehead, feeling myself start to get a little tired. Just because I spent two days in bed doesn’t mean I slept at all.