Bad Love

Chapter 6

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"D-Delirious?" Evan softly asked as he carefully eyed the man whose arms were tightly wrapped around his back. When he heard him whimper, he mentally groaned. He knew their position was really strange and all but he could really care less. The worry he felt for his friend got stronger. Who would even have thought Jonathan was scared of thunderstorms? He slowly tried to use his right elbow to support his weight and move away from Jonathan but he he felt him hold tighter. 

"Hey, Delirious. You need to let go. I might end up squishing you, man..." he said and eyed his friend. "Come on, let go now..."

He felt his arms leaving his waist and he was not sure if the other one was awake or maybe he was dreaming of something and he might have heard what he said in the dream. He breathed a sigh of relief, carefully getting up from lying down on top of Jonathan. He suddenly felt cold when his skin didn't touch the latter's. He glanced to the left only to see that the aircon was not even on. His attention went back to Jonathan and he wrapped the blanket around him, up to his chin. It was really cold and he didn't want him to get sick in the morning.

He rubbed his palms together as he silently headed towards the door. He gave Jonathan a quick glance before leaving the room.

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When he was twelve, the closet became his best friend every time it rained hard. He didn't have anyone to run to since his parents were always busy with work. But never did he complain about it because he would remind himself that them being hardworking were all for him. Everything they did was for him. It was hard if he had to be honest since at such a young age, his parents should have been by his side, taking care of him and showing him affection. His pillows and his closet became his friends when he learned about how scary thunder claps were and how they could easily turn him into water. He didn't think it was possible to fear anything for his father told him never to let something scare him and he grew up having that sort of mentality. But it did happen and he felt helpless. There were no hands to be reached and warm bodies to wrap his arms around. He kept it as a secret. When rain came, he would head straight inside the closet and stay there until it went away. Together with his favorite teddy bear, he would press his sweaty palms against his ears, wishing for the thunder to disappear. It might have been a crazy memory to remember, but he tagged it along with him. 

Jonathan had a bad dream. He was being chased by a horrendous monster which had a pair of red eyes in the woods where it was raining really hard. The soil was very soft that he fell down a couple of times and that was the part where he got terrified so much. It was very dark but he knew he was surrounded by trees for the smell of leaves lingered. He found it hard to stand up because his feet got stuck and that was when he started to sob, calling out his mum and his dad. No answer was heard. He tried to scream their names once again and silence answered him. He sniffed and remembered Evan. He was with Evan. He cried his name out for a million times but no help arrived. Then he awoke with a loud yelp.

"Hah!" he wailed and looked around him, trying to see if the monster was real and if it was there. He gulped loudly before he rubbed his eyes and covered his face with both hands, suddenly wanting to cry. He felt like a baby, but he couldn't blame himself for being that weak since he grew up with nobody's help. Of course, he was financially supported, but affection and love from parents? He would say pass. He calmed himself down and did his best to regain his consciousness back. 

The room was already bright, he noticed, as he slowly got up from the bed. It also smelled like orange and he had to smile slightly. He had always loved the scent, aside from strawberry. He would tell his mum to not forget to purchase Glade products when she went out to shop. He glanced at his wrist watch. It was already 10 o'clock in the morning and his eyes gradually widened. He had overslept. He remembered sleeping at exactly 9 PM, thankfully, where it was still raining really hard. Normally, he would have found it very difficult to sleep but he felt really secure. Oh well, probably it was because he was in Evan's house.