Everything's Alright

Jack

My heart races when I knock on the door. Dan opens it with a big grin and a kimono. I always thought it was so cute how Dan's cheeks had big dimples and how he always wore kimonos when I was there. He pulled me in by the sleeve and shut the door behind us. He wasted no time, pushing me against the door and kissing me, hard. He pinned my hands above my head and started kissing my neck. I let small moans slip from my slightly parted lips. Then, he kissed that one spot he found on the first night, and I let out a real moan. Before I could stop myself, it turned into Dan's name. I felt Dan's smile against my collar bone. Then, the door flew open behind me, and I toppled to the ground, Danny landing on top of me, slamming the back of my head against the tough, unforgiving ground. I looked up in a strange daze to see three Marks standing above me. It took me a moment to realize that their lips were moving, but all I could register was a deafening ringing. Danny got off of me quickly and then the panic set in. I got up and, as the ringing faded, I registered a new sound, even louder than the last. Mark was shouting, furious with me, with Dan, with the world. Dan was standing with his head hung low, trying to reason with Mark. I couldn't think about anything but the immense pain on the back of my head. I realized the noise stopped. Mark looked at me expectantly.
"WELL?" He shouted after a while. I stared at him blankly. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" He was truly furious.
"I..." I trailed off. What did I have to say? "...don't know." I could see Mark balling and unballing his fists. He... he wouldn't hit us, right? He grabbed my collar of my shirt and pulled me back to our house.
"Goodbye, Dan." Mark told him. He dragged me- literally, dragged- over to our house. Once Mark closed the door behind himself, I could see the fight working its way out of his bloodstream.
"Why?" He asked me simply. He sat on the arm of the couch right next to him and put his head in his hands. "Why, why, why..." I heard his muffled questions. I thought to myself.
'Why did I do that?' I couldn't give myself in answer. The silence was starting to get uncomfortable. Then, it dawned on me.
"Because somebody had to." Mark looked up at me with a 'are you fucking kidding me?' face. "Dan is very lost right now. He needed somebody. I didn't know how to tell you." I explained. I saw Mark get angry again.
"That's such bullshit! You can't possibly believe yourself with this 'im helping dan' crap! I'm just not good enough for you, I guess. If you want to be with Dan so much, be with him instead." He told me. That actually hurt. Before he could see my reaction, he stormed off to the bedroom.
"But, both of our names are on the lease!" I told him.
"I don't give a fuck." He called back. I stood there, defeated and aching, tears streaming down my face, until a suitcase was thrown into the foyer. I took it and got out of the house. I decided I'll follow the road until I get to a motel or something. I still have my wallet. Yeah, it'll be enough.
But then that's when the horn honked and the car hit me. That's when I never got to tell Mark I was sorry. Go figure.