My Comfy Place

Chapter 11

Tharn's POV
On the way to my apartment we were just talking, until we stopped at a red light. Type turned to me and he was looking at me like he wanted to ask something but didn't dare, so I I looked at him.

"What is it that you want to ask?" I asked.
"I don't know really know if I should ask."
"Just ask, if I don't want to answer than I'm not gonna."
"Okay. So do you still remember what happened yesterday or do you know who it was?"
"I don't know who it was, but I was just walking home and then someone grabbed my arms and pushed me on the wall of that street and then he began to punch and kick me until Techno came, then he just ran away."
"Has it happened before?" The light turned green so he started driving again.
"No, it hasn't happened before."
"Then why would someone do something like that?"
"I don't know."

Then we were just talking about other things until we arrived at my apartment.

We got in and I looked around for everything, I laid everything on my bed. I was thinking how I'm gonna put everything in my bag with my broken arm. Then I turned around and looked at Type.

"Can you help me with putting the stuff in my bag?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."

He put everything in my bag and when we were done I looked around and when I saw that I had everything I needed I turned around and nodded, Type got the hint that we could leave.

We went to the door, I turned the lights of and closed the door. I wanted to pick up the 2 bags I had packed. But Type pushed my hand away.

"Let me carry them, you should rest more if you want to heal fast."
"Okay." I just agreed, I know already that I'm gonna lose this argument with him, he really stand ground with his decisions.

We went to his car and he put my bags in the backseat.
I was a bit nervous because I'm gonna meet his parents. I know that we are friends but before meeting him nobody really liked me or talked to me so I'm afraid of their reaction.

Type's POV
I can see that Tharn is nervous, I don't know why he should be because my parents are really sweet and nice. So I looked at him and I grabbed his hand and then I said.

"You don't need to be so nervous, my parents are nice so they won't do anything to you."
"Am I that obvious?"
"Yeah, its written all over your face."
"Its just because I don't know what is going to happen, all these years people have been ignoring me or they hate me, I don't know what to do anymore with people who are nice to me."
"You just need to be yourself, you are a nice and kind person, you are just to shy to show yourself to people."
"You really think your parents are going to like me?"
"I don't think so, I just know it."
"Okay."

After a few minutes we arrived at my house. Tharn looked really nervous and he began to shake a little.
I turned to him, I grabbed his shoulders, turned him to me and gave him a hug.

"Its going to be okay, just be yourself and everything is going to be fine."
"Yeah, I know its just that I'm scared."
"I can see it, but I'm gonna be there with you."
"Okay, we should go in."
"Yeah we should."

We let go of the hug and I felt empty, but I don't need to think about that.
We got out of the car and I grabbed his bags.

We walked to the door and I unlocked it. When we went inside my parents were watching tv. They smiled when they saw us. I smiled back and turned to look at Tharn and he looked a bit shocked.

"Hey, is everything fine?" I whispered.
"Y-yeah"

I walked him to the couch and we sat down.

"Hey mom and dad, this is Tharn, my new friend I told u about."
"Hello son, Tharn how are you?" My mom asked.

Tharn's POV
I was shocked when I saw Type's parents, because I know them from when I was younger, they were my dads best friends but when I was 4 they moved to another city because Type's dad got a new job. So when my dad told me I was really sad because Type was my best friend then, and I wouldn't see him anymore. But it seems like they don't recognise me.

I was a bit sad about that fact, because I really missed them, and I was happy at the same time because I now knew why I was so comfortable around Type. Its because he was my best friend when I was younger.

When Type asked me if I was fine I said yeah because I was really happy.
Then they greeted each other and then his mom asked me something. But I didn't hear it because I was thinking about the past.

When Type waved his hand in front of my eyes I was back to the conversation.

"Huh, yeah what did you ask?" I asked a bit confused.
They laughed a bit.
"I asked how you are feeling?" She asked after laughing.
"Owh, I'm fine."
"Really because you don't really look like that."
"Yeah I'm really fine." I said, but I felt tears welling in my eyes.
They seemed to notice it because they looked concerned.
"Hey why are you crying?" Type asked.
"Its just that I remember your family from when I was little "
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I know I sounds crazy but before you moved to Bangkok did you live in Chiang Mai?"
"Yeah how do you know?" His dad asked.
"Before you moved here your family were my dads best friends."
They all looked a bit shocked at me, before Type's parents smiled sweetly at me.
"So you are Dave's son?" His mom asked.
"Yeah." I said a bit sad because I remembered my dad.
"Hey, whats wrong?" His dad asked.
"I don't know if you know it but he died a year after you left."
"Ow we didn't know, so that's why he didn't respond to my texts." Type's dad.
"Yeah, but its weird my mother didn't let you guys know." I said a bit sad.
"I think its because she didn't like us."
"Yeah, I think so too, she doesn't even like me."
"What do you mean?" They asked.
"When my dad died she treated me different from my sister and when I was 18 I came home and all my stuff was in the street with a note to never come back."
"That must be hard."
"Yeah." I said and I looked down.
"And since when did you have a sister?" Types mom asked.
"She was born 5 months after you guys left."
"And did she treated you good?" Type's dad asked.
"No, since she was young my mother said to her that I was a bad person and that she shouldn't be friendly to me."
"What for bad mother does that?" They said.

Then everything became quiet, until his dad spoke again.

"You know what, Type bring him upstairs, I doesn't matter where he sleeps but let him rest, and in the time that he is here we can talk about the past and what happened to us and him since we left."
"Okay dad, let's go upstairs Tharn."

I followed him, when we walked in to a room he turned to me.

"This is my room, you can sleep here so I can know whenever you need help." He said after putting my bags on the bed.
"Thanks."
"Tharn, can we talk about what you talked about my parents?"
"Yeah sure."