Sweet Revenge

Chapter 14

Tuesday, no one saw a sign of Gulf. Atid tried to call him but his phone wouldn't go through.

Mew was not surprised when the supervisor told him that Gulf was not coming in. Just after the supervisor said so he became curious.

"How did I end up working here?" He asked refusing to believe in the ridiculous coincidence.

"Gulf was very persistent when he saw your CV. He just liked you and said you'd be a good team member."

Of course he was involved.

After work, he went to Gulf's house. He still remembered and he hated that he remembered. Gulf had covered his face when he came last time and that had been a good call. The memories from 6 years ago came back as he rode the taxi.

How he was an innocent teenager and an emotional mess going to see him. Mew shook his head as if to shake the memories away. He had forgotten about about it. He had moved on damnit!!!

He arrived at the house and he hesitated. The darkness was not making things simple for him. He walked slowly to the door and knocked. He wished Gulf would open the door but luck was not on his side.

Donald opened the door.

"Is uhh, Gulf here?" He awkwardly inquired.

"I don't know." Donald answered truthfully. "I don't think so." He corrected. "I haven't noticed I thought he is out with his friends." He rambled.

"Can I check his room?"

"Sure," Donald said opening the door wide. Just after Mew entered, Donald ran after him forgetting to shut the door and back hugged Mew taking in his manly smell. It had changed. He noticed. It wasn't the addicting scent that he used to have. This one was mature and he wondered if he was ever going to get used to it.

Just outside the house, Quensly was coming out of the car from work. His mind was a mess too. Ever since the encounter with Mew, Donald was acting weird and it was stressing him out.

"You can't do this phi," the conversation in the house continued.

"Call my name,"

"Phi," Mew called detangling himself from the man's arms.

In another room, Gulf woke up for the first time in the day. His ears were ringing and he couldn't decide whether he was feeling warm or cold. Whether he wanted hot tea or cold water. His body was aching. He stood up and he wobbled in front of his bed until he was sure he could walk but the house looked like it was moving in circles.

Back at the entrance, Mew turned around and Donald was embracing him again this time properly.

"I missed you." He whispered tightly squeezing Mew. "I looked for you."

"Phi, let's not do this. You can't be doing this."

Donald was like a tick.  He wouldn't come out of the hug.

"You can't do this now." Mew repeated.

"You just left me without a reason. Why are you back now?" Donald had a lot of questions. Why did you leave me when I wanted you the most? Where did you go? Did you think about me? I almost died when you left etc.

"Call my name again, I want to hear you call my name." This was what comforted him the most even back then. It was what made him happy.

"How can I call you that phi when I'm your son's boyfriend"

Quensly walked to the door and saw that it was slightly ajar. He wondered who left the door open. He walked in with slowly and quietly too. Something he had never done before. Blame it on stress.