The Campus Cop

i want 2 get 2 know u better

In the beginning all I felt was butterflies. In the beginning your eyes pulled me in like glue. A dangerous, selfless, perilous daydream. But that thing happened, and ever since then it's not been the same. I am a broken person, but all the pieces live inside my body. You are strong, stronger than me, but I know you have to be to keep me going. I've heard you crying in the bathroom when you thought I was asleep. We are damaged like no one else. This kind of trauma links us, for better or worse.

~January 23rd~

Spring semester was in full swing at my university. Everyone was excited to be back, but most of us stayed in whenever possible due to spring semester not meaning spring weather. Most nights I stayed in with Raymond and watched a movie or studied. What friends I had at uni said I had become a very dull boring person. What can I say I was happy at home with my man and my dog. Nothing was going to change that. Well, almost nothing. See the only times I ventured out for very long was days I knew Raymond's ex-wife Claire was coming to drop off the kids for a weekend. While the kids were fine, she was definitely not. She was a handful to say the very least.

First, let's talk about Christmas shall we? Well if you remember what happened on the last episode of Brennan's fucked up 2019 I mentioned Christmas was when Raymond finally said he loved me right? Yeah and that his kids were there. While they didn't mind, they did mention something to Claire which led to her telling them I was a devil worshipper and that I wanted to make her life miserable and that their dad didn't love them if he loved me. So yeah, not her biggest fan. Of course Juniper was too young, but at almost 5 years old Max took it to heart and has only recently started coming around to me again. After several times of him saying "you're the reason my dad isn't with my mom".

While this was atrocious it doesn't even compare to when she reported to my university that Raymond (a campus cop) was dating a student at the school. While the school didn't care all that much word spread fast that I was in the campus police's back pocket and no one got near me for fear I would narc on them. This made having a life outside of the house, pretty rough. However, today I decided to take a chance and go out with my old roommate Al to his friends Frat party. Raymond wasn't thrilled but I said I would be safe. I had dodged out of the house right before Claire arrived, god bless.

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The music was loud and the lights were multi colored spots dancing on all the walls. This was a true party, but what would I know I don't really go to parties, but this was the party-est party I had ever been too. Since I moved out Al had gotten some very interesting friends. Oh yeah I never told you what Al looked like.

I met Al in freshman year in my English class. He was good at English where I was good at chem and bio. I made sure he didn't fall behind in those classes and he helped my English grade stay above a C. Al wasn't the best looking guy by any means, but he also wasn't a 0. He sat comfortably in the middle. He had long black hair that grazed the top of his eyebrows and cheeks. His skin was pale as moon light and he always smelled like cigarettes. He had some tattoos on his forearms and neck, although I never stared long enough to see what they were. We moved in together in Sophomore year and had lived together ever since. He was a quiet kid with few friends, but the few he had always said a load of good about him. He knew I was gay but it never bothered him because I think we both mutually understood straight or not he was the furthest from my type. After I moved out in December I kept paying my half of rent and told him I would continue to do so until end of semester.

Back to the party, I had taken a couple shots from some random girls there and had a solo cup of something strong in my hand. I pride myself on not being a light weight but whatever was in that cup was so strong it would peel paint off walls. I make my way over and toss it down the sink and grab the whiskey off the counter to make myself a new one when I feel a big hand grab my shoulder. Something you should know, I do not like people touching me unannounced, something else you should know, I get angry when I drink. This was a bad combination in that moment. I swung around and knocked the hand from my shoulder.