Chase rested his cheek on Winter's shoulder, sighing heavily for the millionth time. Everything would re-hit every minute, like a long trains rolling over him.
His stomach had been filled then emptied, the only thing Chase thought to do after leaving was to eat and eat and eat. Just walk to the store and buy every sweet thing in sight.
He was lucky he had his phone and wallet in his pocket still.
Chase didn't think to call anyone, not to maybe text his dad to say, "hey your wife kicked me out."
He just ate.
But after an hour of throwing up in a grocery stores bathroom, Chase decided to call Winter. He'd text Max later.
Even though Winter's house was full of her sisters and her room was full of potions, candles, and demons, it was better than being at home.
Chase's heart was aching for Milo though. He was wondering what he was being told, if he got yelled at, if he was freaking out, if he believed in what the crazy lady was saying.
What will his dad say? Will he side with her? Chase's dad has never been as harsh about homosexuality or male "feminity" before.
Chase just sighs, wrapping his arms around Winter's waist, listening to her younger sister ramble about their pet dog barking at her and how she barked back.
It was quite entertaining.
"Have you talked to Max?"
"Not yet."
"Your dad?"
Chase shook his head, pursing his lips. He couldn't mentally handle getting yelled at by his dad right now. He hoped he'd call or just simply text later.
"Do you think he'll flip out too?"
"I don't know, Winter, I just hope Milo's okay." Chase muttered, his voice empty. He couldn't feel a single thing but pure betrayal. "I'm just...hoping my dad calls...and isn't mad...and I can at least get some clothes and my school shit..."
Winter tilts her head, "awe, you don't wanna wear my skinny jeans?" Chase blinks, hugging Winter closer to him. He just needed comfort. "Things will work out, Chase, I know your head is fuzzy right now."
Fuzzy was an understatement. His mind was a fucking mess. His thoughts were moving fasters than ants after their hill has been kicked. Most were negative, maybe one or two neutral.
The only good thought Chase could think of was he's free. Free from her judgement. Free from being scared to hide. Free from not being able to just hold Max's hand in fear that she'd find out.
Now it doesn't matter if she found out.
Chase answered his best friend back with a soft, "yeah", debating if he should text Max now or later. Just a quick, 'hey, I got kicked out because my mom saw the choke marks you gave me last night'.
He wasn't mad at Max. At all. He loved being choked, he loved the marks left behind. Chase just wished Max told him if they were as noticable as they were.
Not that it matters now though.
To break Chase's thought, his phone rang. Loudly. Winter's younger sister stopped talking, glaring at Chase for the interruption.
Chase jumped, scrambled to the other side of the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand. He let out a gasp, staring at Winter.
"It's my dad..."
It was around the time he'd get home from work. He wonder what was said to him. Chase didn't want to get yelled at. Oh god, it would break him even more if his dad started yelling.
