A Match Made in Hell

24

Being back home.

It's the best feeling ever.

I hold Karl in my arms as he hums, changing his position every second.

A week later, everyone is doing better but they haven't exactly settled yet.

Some say they're too lazy to unpack.

It was the first thing Karl and I did when we got back home. We also brought a lot of his stuff in his apartment here.

He shifts uncomfortably, complaining and whining about it every now and then. "Karl, go to sleep." I stop playing with his hair.

"My stomach hurts." He whines and pulls at his own hair.

"Stop doing that." I slap his hands away and place one on his stomach, rubbing it gently.

He pouts and puts a pillow on his head. "Stop doing dumb shit," i throw the pillow away, "you're going to stop breathing."

He turns away angrily and curls up into a ball in his own little corner.

"Babe." I shake his shoulder lightly.

He hums in response.

"Come on, what's really bothering you?" I pull him closer to me.

He sucks in a breath, "he called me."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Who called you?" I asked, already having an idea about who he's talking about.

"My dad. He called."

"I thought you had him blocked?"

"Old fuck changes his phone number every 10 days." Karl rolls his eyes, looking away from me.

"What did he say to you?" I tilt my head, my gaze softening as I cup his jaw.

"I hung up when I heard his voice." He shrugs. "I was too scared to answer." I kiss the top of his head, staring at him sympathetically.

"You did the right thing." I slap his face lightly. "If he does it again and if I'm near you, please tell me immediately. If I'm not there, hang up or talk to him if you really want to, I trust you to make the right choice."

He tilts his head, "I love you."

"I love you more, sunshine." I shut my eyes tightly and pull him closer to my chest, as he snuggles up next to me.

I play with his hair, thinking about what he had said.

I don't want him to answer the phone calls, but I seriously wonder what he has to say.

I don't even know if he just wants to check up on his younger son or if he wants something to do with me.

And for some reason, the thought scares me to death.

The thought of them doing something to Karl, or taking him away from me. I cannot lose him, he's the light of my life.

Sometimes, I wonder if he's really going to betray me.

I know I shouldn't think that. I don't think of him like that, he loves me as much as I love him.

Sometimes it just crosses my mind out of nowhere.

I hear Karl's light snores as he slowly starts drifting to sleep. And without realising it, a tear rolls down my cheek, falling onto his hair.

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"Get the fuck out."

"Good fucking morning to you too, ass wipe." Clay throws his hoodie in my face. "Why is it so fucking hot in here?" He throws himself onto the bed.