When I See You Again

12) Waking Up In Someones Bed

"Hey bud, why do you look so sad?"

I didn't respond as I kept working on my bike.

"Hello? I'm talking to you!"

"Oh I didn't realize."

"Thomas what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Goddamnit dad. SHUT UP!"

Poor choice of words. The stinging pain on my left cheek showed that he was done with my crap.

"Never." One slap

"Ever." A second

"Disrespect." A third. Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"Me." Fourth. My lip cracked open.

"Ever." A fifth. He won't stop, will he?

"AGAIN!" The sixth and final for the day. He hit me so hard that I passed out due to the blow.

I shot up crying and red. My nightmare woke me up. I looked around.

An unfamiliar room sat before me. A bed with light blue sheets on it. A small chest of drawers across from the bed. The floor was a hard gray tile. A small rug sat in the middle of the room.

Where am I?

I got out of the bed and stood up. I had boxers on, but that was it. I found my clothes neatly folded on the dresser. Assuming they were clean, I put them on.

I walked towards the door, expecting anything and everything but hoping for nothing.

The door didn't make a sound as it opened and I stepped through into the hallway. There were doors everywhere. The somewhat open hallway led downstairs to an open living room, dining room, and kitchen. A woman who looked oddly familiar was sitting on the couch playing sudoku on a tablet.

She glanced up and saw me staring at her from the top of the stairs.

"George! Thomas is awake!"

George. George. Why do I know a George?

"Tell him to come to the kitchen, please Martha!"

There was my answer. Coach Washington. That's why I know a George.

She repeated his words to me and I carefully stepped downstairs. Their loud voices were bouncing off the walls in my head, multiplied by my hangover.

I reached the kitchen only to be greeted by a stern looking Coach Washington.

"Son. You know how I don't care about you partying and such, but I found you beaten and half undressed."

"What do you mean? I feel fine, other than a headache."

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh... no. What happened?"

"Figured. Basic run down. You, Burr, and Madison got into a fight. It seemed like it ended almost as quick as it began. From what I can tell, Burr made it out alive. Madison on the other hand. He needed medical attention"

It all rushed back to me. The fight, the bedroom, the car ride home. It all was clear.

"The fight was about me hooking up with a girl named Brittney or something like that. Met her at a bar. Burr was saying that was wrong and stuff. He got overly defensive, like usual, and threw a punch. We were drunk and didn't think rationally. Madison stepped in and saved him but took most of the blows."

It was a lie. Coach didn't notice, or if he did he didn't say anything.

I had accidentally let slip to Aaron and James that I was bisexual. Aaron told me that I was wrong for it and I didn't take that very well. I jumped on him and started throwing punch after punch, each landing somewhere on his body. James tried to pull me off of him but I pushed him away. He tripped on a rug and his head hit the coffee table. I got up, went to a room, and woke up in this one.

"Madison was hospitalized. He got a concussion from blunt force trauma. His head had a deep laceration on his scalp. The blood has since been cleaned and he is recovering well in the hospital. After lunch I am going to go see him."

"Ok. Coach?"

"Yes Thomas?"

"Can I stay here for a while? I really don't want to go home."

"Of course. Thomas?"

"Yeah?"

"My wife is off limits."

"Uhhhhhhhhh........ ok? I wasn't going to try anything." Mrs. Martha blushed a little bit out of awkwardness, but she quickly covered it up.

"I'm just letting you know." With that, Coach Washington set three plates down on the table, each loaded with sandwiches, chips, and a bowl of fruit.

Hey guys, gals, and pals! Sorry it's been a while since my last update. I've been going through a rough patch in my life which involves no motivation, numbness, and therapy :) I feel significantly better than before.
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