DoomPet

Chapter 86

It was 3 AM the party wasn't stopping but the Slayer had been sitting in his chair looking like a dolled up corpse for over an hour. He was pretty sure he had gone to the bathroom and emptied out his stomach a half dozen times, and couldn't get the taste of the acid out of his mouth.

He hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, it was all nerves and crippling fear. He wanted to go home, he wanted to cry. All he could think of was how much of a dick he had been to the marauder. Why didn't he just fucking talk to him? He had a whole week once they got on the boat, but he pussy footed around everything. He went to meetings instead of making sure Crüe was ok, hell, they hadn't even been intimate. His stomach clenched but he pushed through it.

No wonder Crüe lashed out and yelled, he felt like he was being abandoned.

He felt a pressure on the back of his chair and turned to see Samuel leaning down over the back, looking right at him. "We are heading home. Follow us."

The Slayer walked alongside them down a flight of stairs and back to his room, "Do you think I should go in?" He looked back at them nervously. "What if-"

Samuel wanted to hang out with Elena and didn't want the Slayer moping around his apartment, "You'll only make it worse if you leave him and sleep somewhere else."

Elena reached out and touched the Slayer's shoulder, "Don't run from this." Her and Samuel quickly pulled away and hurried off before he could try and respond.

The Slayer opened the door and stepped inside, he endeavored to make as little noise as humanly possible. He bumped into the wall as he took his dress shoes off and paused for a minute to make sure no one had been awoken. He saw every door was open except for the guest bedroom and promptly avoided that entire section of the apartment. First, he brushed his teeth which helped with the taste of stomach acid in his mouth. He slowly crept over to their room- well the empty room that Crüe wasn't holed up in. As he put his foot down, searing pain leapt through him.

He gripped the counter. When he lifted his foot up it revealed a shard of glass stuck in the middle of his foot. He yanked it out and went to toss it in the sink.

His heart sank like a rock. Their vase was shattered. All the trinkets had been waterlogged and ruined in the bottom of the wet sink. His fingernails dug into the counter and he let out a sad little noise, "Oh god." He whispered. He looked towards the door, doubting if he was making the right choice by coming home. He pulled away and decided to stop the blood dripping onto the wood floor rather than lament over what he honestly wasn't sure he could fix. A bit of gauze and his foot was back in working order. He collapsed into bed and stared at the ceiling.

Despite all his usual amounts of rage and fiery emotions, he just felt numb. He wanted to wake Crüe up and desperately explain how he was wrong, how he lied and he wouldn't do it again. He'd rather face the fear of coming out than lose Crüe, how was he so stupid he didn't realize that before? He had been so angry about stupid ARC meetings and he took it out on Crüe. Christ the demon had even gone to a few meetings and tried to help, and he acted like a dick the entire time.

He felt something jump up on the bed and he leapt up shaking the covers off him as he expected it was Haru about to kill him. It was Crüe. "I am so-" the Slayer couldn't get the words out before Crüe shook his head.

The demon was sitting on the side of the bed, he wasn't looking at the Slayer, but the open door. "I couldn't sleep and I figured you wouldn't be able to either." As soon as his drunkenness had worn on he laid awake with insomnia. "I heard the water running when you were in the bathroom." His hands absentmindedly rubbed their bed, feeling the fabric of the covers.

The silence between them was deafening. They both looked pathetic and sickly. The Slayer could barely believe that Crüe was in front of him. He just wanted to apologize, but he knew that wouldn't help. He needed to make up for tonight and the past week.