Matteos Home For Boys (Poly)

Chapter 19

Arlo's POV

Two weeks.

Two excruciatingly long weeks.

That's how long it's been since I left my home. Since I've seen my guys in person, since I've hugged, kissed, cuddled or even smelt them.

It hurts. Much more than I thought it would. Don't get me wrong I knew I would miss them but damn did I think it would be easier.

During the two weeks I've been home I've avoided my parents in any way that I can. I barely leave my room and if I do it's to eat dinner or go to the bathroom. I can tell my parents are worried but it's their fault. If they would have listened to me, they would have known that I don't want to be here. But they didn't, they just made me pack up my life once again.

This room was once the only place I felt comfort but now it just feels empty. The walls look barer than I remember, the bed is less comfortable without one of my guys in it with me. And the worst part is it's silent. There's no one to distract me from my dark thoughts.

I've tried and believe when I say I've tried to distract myself from these thoughts but there's only so much that I can do. The thoughts aren't as bad as they used to be but that's just because I try and remember what the guys would say if I ever thought low of myself.

Yes, I get to phone them every day but it's not the same. I don't want to tell them that I'm not mentally doing great because I can see that they aren't doing well either. That's not to say the phone calls don't help at all because they do but again it's just not the same.

When I felt like this one or more of the guys would take me to bed and wrap me in their arms. Sometimes we would watch something and sometimes we would just lay in comfortable silence. It would work every single time but now they can't do that.

The door opening takes me out of my thoughts "Arlo why don't you come downstairs for a bit? We could watch a movie or bake something if you would like?" My mum says warily.

I pull the blanket up to my nose muttering a 'no thanks'. I hear my mum sigh and close the door again.

When I was little one of my favourite things to do with my mum was baking. We did it at least once a week until it was once every two weeks and then it was once every month and then all of a sudden it was never. I think I was ten the last time we baked together.

If this was a couple of months ago and she asked I would have been thrilled but since she and Dad took me home-even when I told them multiple times while being here that I wanted to go back- I just want to ignore them as much as possible.

Closing my eyes I imagine my guys and I at the house with our puppies. A smile forms on my face as I fall asleep.
Hj by uj

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Heyyyy my beautiful people!

This a very short one I know but a longer one will be coming soon. I just wanted to show you how Arlo's been doing.

Don't worry things won't be sad for too long.

Sorry, it's so late if I'm being completely honest I didn't write because it was my birthday this week and I just wanted a small break.

But I'm back because I love you guys and I miss your comments.

I hope you enjoyed it!