Cracks

Wish- Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

I don't know what was more embarrassing... Waking up in the very early morning hours laid out across his lap as he held me, or him knowing some of the crap that is going on in my life. I wanted to be mortified and run from his house in terror to go deal with my own BS, but I couldn't muster up the feelings to really care all that much. Plus, the moment that I made a move to get up from my position on his lap, his arms unconsciously shifted, and he squeezed me even more comfortingly.

Dylan had made me feel understood. He didn't push me on answering him. He didn't even ask me to fully explain the whole situation, he was just there for me.

I had never in my life ever had that before... I had never had someone to care that much about me or try to understand my thought process or problems. I was always just labelled as the 'problem' and left alone because of it. Even my mother, who always told me that she loved me more than life itself, finally turned away from me. Granted, I was a little bit happy that I no longer had to be the center of her universe, but that didn't mean that I wanted Brad as the center instead.

My mother was unstable as could be, but she loved extremely hard and very much. She always had... I never had to worry about doubting her love for me because I always just knew that she loved me with her whole entire self. She constantly told me, showed me, and believed me over anyone else. Even her other boyfriends before Brad, she got them to make a family for me. They were always weird and crazy, but my mom always used them to make my life more normal. She always loved me...

I had no idea what she was doing with Brad. Brad was a scumbag. He fueled and encouraged her inclination to drugs and drinks as well as other risky behaviors.

My mother had always had a severe binging lifestyle streak to her, especially after an intense depressive episode, but she always came back a day or two later and remembered me. This time though... She disregarded me like the way she usually did everything else. This time... She was given an out with more of those risky behaviors through Brad.

There had been beer bottles and cans, liquor bottles, cigarette and weed trash scattered all throughout the house messily ever since Brad had moved in. However, even with the trashy condition of the house, she wanted me to come home and act like we were a good and wholesome family. My mother seemed to be really losing it now, if she thought that I was going to come home and act like her creepy pedophile boyfriend was my dad and everything was A-okay at the house that was looking more and more like a crack house with each passing day.

Plus... my mother locked me out of my house! I mean, she just left me to sleep on the streets like I was a stray cat or something. She was seriously losing her already fragile and messed up mind!

As I sat there and stewed in my anger, Dylan ran a hand through my hair in his sleep. Even when the guy was unconscious, he knew how to calm me down. So, I simply let myself relax back into his gentle hold and fell back asleep. Sleep... It was exactly what I needed.

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"Pres," I felt someone shaking me. I shook my head and burrowed myself further into my pillow. "Presley," I heard again. I buried my face even further down. It was not time to wake up yet, I refuse. "If you keep rubbing yourself on me like that, you're going to find yourself in a rather uncomfortable position again..."

"What do you me-" I began as unconsciously rubbed my face with my hand and shifted. Just then I felt the undeniable twitch under my neck as I realized I was laying on his groin area and squeaked. "Oh! Sorry! So sorry!" I said frantically as I rolled off of Dylan.