But You Love Her (Alexheed)

Chapter 16

Warning: yo I promise this will be the last warning I'll give. Following includes slight abuse and concept of drugs mention :D  If you want to skip, you can skip. Promise you won't miss much.

Also to people who skipped the last chapter, know that Will and Samheed go to a party, in which Will drugs Samheed and takes advantage of him. Now, uh— I want to say enjoy this chapter but I don't know how true that is.

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    Waking up in the dark was not ideal.

    Samheed could hear every quickening breath he took, the more he tried to reach around the pitch black for any guidance. The walls seemed narrow, and clothes cluttered the place. The soreness through his arms didn't help, weakly feeling around until his fingers clinked against a door knob. He sucked in a breath, and got up to his feet slowly so that his headache wouldn't spike.

    White lamp light shone at him. He squinted in the brightness, forcing his heavy legs to leave the closet. There were no more strobing lights or loud pumping music. Brooms swept the ground while some laid asleep on the couch. Sunlight streaked through the windows.

The confusion in him turned into fear, as his eyes searched for the front door. A senior spotted him and yelled some words that turned mush in Samheed's ears. He cupped them, slowly backing away, and then ran for the nearest exit.

    Memories of yesterday came in fragments. He clearly remembered arriving, playing games by the fresh chlorinated pool. He remembered Will by his side every time he won, cheering loudly at each victory. He remembered the coldness of the glass in his left palm, shaking it just to watch the ice spin in a circle so that it may hopefully float in what little of the drink was left.

    But after that, things got blurry.

    He could only remember feeling so overwhelmed by his senses that he couldn't focus his mind, couldn't get the strength to make Will stop. He was a ghost in his own body, spectating from the outside.

    Samheed made himself stop. The thought of that made him nauseous. He wasn't in the state to process yesterday, nor did he want to. He just wanted to scrub his skin roughly until every impurity left him, for hours and hours. God, how did he let himself get there?

His parents should have still thought he was at Will's, atleast.

Samheed got himself under control and continued the path down to his street. The lights through Will's home windows were on, cars parked as usual. Will had to be home. Samheed knew he had to speak with him, but fear made his decision. Instead, he unlocked his door and entered his house, quietly. 
"You're home,"

His father had his fingers tightly wrapped around a St. Hospital notebook, the pages hanging open helplessly. He had been waiting for Samheed.

The lights were dim despite the bright sky, and his father's words were nothing but cold and loud. "You left your journal open on the dining table."

Every bone within Samheed paralyzed. His face went pale, his shoulders tightening up towards himself. Mr. Burkesh approached him, the diary still located in his hands. The firelight from the fireplace deepened the sharpness to his face.

Samheed backed up as much as he could, slowly inching himself to a corner. A course of thoughts flashed his mind. Did he find out about the party? No, I didn't write about that. Is it my piercing? Skipping class?

    "And here I thought Alex was just a friend to you," he slurred. Samheed's mother was back in the kitchen. She was searching for her favorite wine glass, unnerved by what her husband scorned his son. As if she was in her own world, and tuned out everything that could endanger her.