MY LITTLE KITTEN(man*boy)

CHAPTER 35. DRUNK

“Cay, please come with us ok, its going to be fun, its Christmas Day!” louis begged me for the hundredth time that day. I stared at him scooping another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. How are they not understanding that I do not want to leave the house and go anywhere, especially not on Christmas?

“seriously cay” matt added helping himself into the ice cream as well.

“you guys should be fine without me” I said, my voice sounding worse than before and I fight the urge to start crying again.

“but you will not be fine without us, Caleb you need to get out at a certain point”

“and that point is not now ok, cant you guys leave me alone?”

“you know we can’t, not with you acting like this anyway” louis grabbed the container of ice cream from me causing me to groan and matt to just follow louis for the container. I pulled my blue fleece even closer to my body and threw my head face first into the pillow. I didn’t want to go anywhere, I didn’t want to do anything. How were they not understanding such simple facts?

“am picking clothes for you!” louis shouted from my bedroom, how did he even get there so fast? “get yourself in the shower! You stink! Its jesus’s birthday for goodness sake!”

I groaned again but still sniffed myself either way and he was right, I smelled like sweat mixed with vanilla ice cream, because its all my body has been receiving for the past two weeks.

Yeah.

Two weeks. That’s how much time had passed since the show at my parents’ house. My life had taken a turn in a matter of a day. Charlotte left the house as soon as marcus and Nathan made it back home from their walk, stating for sure that that was the last time she would try to make things right with her family. At least she said goodbye to me and promised to call me often, even invite me to her house one day and I was ok with that. And as soon as charlotte left, the blame fell on me, how I was an unfilial, shameless and ungrateful son. That I didn not belong in such a household, and the one that hurt most, how they never want to see my face again.

My dad said to my face that ‘I regret letting your mother give birth to you, I wanted a son!’. He wanted me out of his devout household before I tainted it. To say it hurt would be an understatement, I was offended, wounded, pissed and literally torn apart. I would have been fine he just showed his homophobic side but still consider me his son.

But no, I wasn’t accepted as I thought I would. My heart break was worse than any other before. And in addition to that, I wasn’t allowed to call Nicholas anymore, his mother made sure of that. Not that I would call him after all this, I am an abandoned child because I loved a man. Because I tried to love Nicholas Brisknberg.

And I know it wasn’t right for me to just cut ties with him, but where will sticking to him get me? he is the head of a corporation, standing at the top of the rich and I am a nobody. It really took his mum for reality to approach me. I was looking forward to a fantasy, a bull-shited fairy tale, in the real world, the college boy does not get the handsome billionaire.

Like what was I thinking?

How could I be lost in the moment like that? How couldn’t I see that it was too good to be true? I didn’t belong with Nicholas, he belongs to a different life, far away from mine, where he can be happy with a woman he loves, have heirs and heiresses to his empire. The worst part was that there were so many articles about him everywhere, his face was everywhere. Germany seemed to be treating him right, he even travelled to China in the last few days with a ‘female’ that the article described as his cousin.

How could I be so stupid? I let myself be dragged along in such a stupid dream world.

And that dream felt so damn good.