Late Night Helpline

*°•♡LNH♡•°*

The sky was particularly clear today. The stars were shining so bright, specs of light littered my carpet, disrupting my shadow of privacy.

"My mother never hugs me. She shies away from all contact with me and I don't know how to tell her I'm the same kid she loved growing. I just... is it worth it?"

"I can't answer that for you. You create the answer. Do you want a future worth fighting for?" Kalen was older than me by four years. He knew it, but he still swore I was wiser than he could ever be.

I laughed it off because I didn't do this form wisdom- I did it from my heart, and sometimes -only occasionally- my ass. "More than anything."

"Then you have it." Sniffles were heard on the other sound. I heard ruffles of a blanket. "I think I'm going to try to sleep tonight. Can you sing to me?"

"Same as always?" A noncommittal grunt came from his side. Static came and passed and I imagined he placed the phone down somewhere. "Remember those walls I built? Well baby..."

And no matter what he wished. I would sing. And I would pray that he lost his hopeless feeling for at least minute while he laid in an almost silence.

*°•°*

"Late Night Helpline- what's up?" It was getting late. The clock was loud against the quiet of 2 am. "Are you female?"

My eyebrows rose. Not many people cared about gender but some did. If he was apposed to females I would lose a client (I was assigned them every night) "Yes indeed, is that a problem for you?"

The husky drawled, "Not at all sweetheart actually there's something I need you to do for me." My eyebrows just about jumped off my face. Quickly my face dug itself into a scowl. "And what is that?"

"I need you to moan."

"What? Why on Earth do you want me to moan!?" The guy on the other end chuckled. "It's a simple request sweetheart, with simple implications. Don't think about it too hard." Why this asshole-

"This isn't a phone sex line okay dipshit? I don't get paid to-"

"Exactly you get paid. I'm sure not moaning once is totally worth a bad review and an outing."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I know who you are." Oh shit. If my name got out thats it. I loose this job. I loose my friends. Kalen would have nobody to talk to anymore. Worse- if he found out that some 15 year old freshman from his highschool was the one answering his calls- I don't even want to think about what he'd do.

And he was one client.

"I'm sorry but I can't complete that request- but I'd be willing to do something else?"

"You can call me Sawyer. No really, can you say that sweetheart? Nice and loud, like I've just stuck my hand down your pants."

I try to keep my cool- I really do. But this Sawyer kid is just too much. "Listen-"

"Dean sweetheart, make your choice."

"But I don't know I've never-"

...

"I've never moaned. Much less on a phone."

"That much I figured but how about you listen to me real carefully and I can tell you exactly how to."

"If you know who I am then surely you know that I'm only-"

"15? Sweetheart 75 percent of 15 year olds aren't virgins. Maybe not so nice to hear... but I've got one request and it's not like you won't request."

"You could be some thirty year old pervert."

"Do I sound like one?" He laughs.

"They have gadets for voice disguising."

"Oh. Well I'm not. In fact it'd be easy to find me on Facebook. But we'll save that for tomorrow alright?"

"And how old are you exactly. You do realize this is probably illegal? Hell they might even ear in on my calls."

"I turned 16 two months ago. And no they don't. I read the pamphlet from front to back. And I'm not just asking for any reason...

Think about it. I could easily get some girl or go on an actual phone sex line but that's not what I'm here for."

"What are you here for?"

"I have insomnia. The kind that my doctors are worried could become fatal. The only way I've managed to get to sleep was to get myself off but..."

"But?"

"But I've also got some stupid version of erectile dysfunction. Don't laugh okay? As a sixteen year old boy that shit is hard to deal with. I should be getting up every two minutes! But now I fucking can't. Not on my own. Fuck this might not even work. I'm just asking even if you pretend...

Because how could I approach someone with this awkward request? You don't know me but I know you so I figured it would be perfect. I can in vision you now.

You're beautiful with hair like- like- that shell thing that glimmers rainbow in the sun. And your eyes are the like the corresponding sky. And your tall and you have really nice skin and you don't really talk but your really smart.

So I guess it was a long shot to ask this of you. But I wasn't kidding about Facebook. Maybe I'm a little more familiar than you think...

But I'd still like to talk to you if you aren't up for it. I can pretend all I want but blackmail just isn't my thing."

"What was your name?"

"Sawyer McLean."

"What was it you wanted me to do Sawyer?"

I figured I could try for him. It was part of my job. Plus I was curious exactly how... getting off would feel like. I mean I was fifteen. It's not like I was getting naked and sleeping with the firestation. Plus the way he described me made me feel pretty. And there wasn't any harm.

I knew his name.

And even if he turned out to be a thirty year old pervert I could pretend for just tonight. And really what would he know if I was faking it or not. He knew me obviously but he couldn't see me or read my thoughts.

It was a great learning opportunity.

And my parents were out of the house.

His breath caught on the other line. His breathing changed from cool and collected to panting. "Are you serious?"

His voice was cracking. Looks like we had a Justin Beiber. He cleared his throat and said it again. I made a single sound of acknowledgment.

He brought back his cool demeanor. "So sweetheart now that we have you listening.. "