CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 5

Tycho Black.

It's chilly.

I wrap my arms around my chest in an attempt to keep me warm, but it does nothing. The plastic slide I'm sitting on doesn't soak in my body warmth at all, only succeeding in keeping me colder. At first, you'd think I'm not comfortable, sitting on a child's toy in the middle of a park at 4 am.  But thankfully I've got so much liquor running through my veins that I wouldn't even feel a truck hitting me. 

Still fuckin'chilly though. 

I take out the half-empty lighter from the left pocket of my jeans and light it in front of me in a poor attempt at a fire. I debate starting one, but then again, I can't be picked up by the police completely wasted while underage and in a park in the middle of the night. Even my unsober mind agrees it's a bad idea, and I can't help the feeling of wanting comfort. 

As uncomfortable as my body is at the moment, I enjoy being here. This place holds memories, memories I'm not afraid to delve into, courtesy of the smile on my face when they're present. On top of that, it's quiet, so my mind is at ease. I can almost see him in front of me, and for a moment my heart hurts. 

"What's wrong Bud? What you sittin' around for?" In front of me is my father, my own flesh and blood. This isn't the first time he's visited me at night like this. 

"Just missing you. That's it really." I smile as he sits on the ground next to me. I love our little talks. 

"Hey- you still got that phone I got you for Christmas that one year?" He cocked his head a bit, waiting for my answer. He knew it already, of course, he just wanted to see if I still cared about him.

Of course I have it Dad, I bring it with me damn near everywhere I go. Especially now, in times like this, where the missing was at its worst. 

Why aren't you using it then, hm? Where's our playlist, the one we listened to every day in the car?

You act like I even have the strength to turn the damn thing on. You didn't raise me to have that much strength. 

You aren't strong, you're right. That was my job, not yours. There was no reason for you to be at that age. 

Well, I'm past that age now, it's been fifteen years. Could've used you a long time ago.

Why can't I help you now?

I smiled.

"Because you don't exist." I brought both my hands to my eyes and rubbed the drowsiness out as hard as I could. And when I opened my eyes, he was gone. 

I've heard of hallucinations while drunk, and honestly, I'm lucky all I see is my dad. 

Just then, I felt a buzz coming from my right pocket. After grabbing it and turning the screen towards me, I realized what it was. A phone call? Just from Kacey. 

"Hey, Tyke." Her soft voice hit me hard, and I felt seventeen again. She's always been good at sobering me up. "Hey, Kacey." 

And of course, my fucked up head forgot to keep the slurring to a minimum, so she immediately knew what was up. Mama Kace was quickly put into play. 

"Why are you drunk so early? What's up?" She couldn't know. Her protective ass would pick me up, I just know it.

"Nothin'- nothing. Seriously, I'm just chillin' right now." I could practically hear the distrust even though she wasn't talking. 

"Tycho Black, I may not be your girlfriend anymore but if you really think I don't care about you, you're stupid. Where are you?" I knew there wasn't a point in arguing, so I didn't. And just like that, I was on my way to Kacey Holt's house.