Asymptote (bxb)

Chatper 3: Weak

Every time I fell asleep in Mi's bed I would wake up in the middle of the night alone. The bed was always made on his side since he couldn't sleep, and he was nowhere to be found. So, I would leave before the sun rose and we wouldn't talk again until school, when we were forced to.

That weekend though, that wasn't the case. It would be a lie to say that my heart didn't warm when I saw my phone screen illuminate with his name as sound poured from the speakers. He was calling me for what seemed like no reason. I should have known that was too good to be true. Miles always needed something from me.

"Hey." I smiled, but it soon faded at the noises that sounded from the other end. It was wheezing and grunting, like he was struggling to breathe. I was already bolting to the front door by the time he made out a coherent noise.

"Where are you, Miles?" He didn't answer instantly and I felt my blood boiling as I slipped on my shoes.

"Where are you?"

He rattled off the name of some school and I dashed out the door before my parents could ask where I was going so late at night. I would deal with the consequences later. I couldn't take the car, which forced me to wait at the bus stop for half a life time because out here the bus service was so irregular it verged on nonexistent. It was one of the longest bus rides of my life. I kept calling Miles every other minute but there was never an answer, just endless ringing since he didn't even have a voicemail.

I barely waited for the bus to stop before I was pushing on the door. I could see him already- sat up against the wall with his head lolling to one side. He just looked like he had gotten high and passed out. I broke out into a run towards him.

"Mi?" I asked, lifting his head in my hands and his eyes flickered. One of his cheeks was swollen to match his black eye and bruised temple. He'd be lucky if he didn't get vertigo; it had happened before once when his mother slapped him.

"Mi?" I titled his chin and he grunted a little as he used his hand to push me away.

"I'm fine," he growled as he tried to push himself up using the brick wall.

"Yeah, clearly," I muttered as I slipped one of his arms over my shoulders to help him to his feet.

"Fuck off, Bailey."

Miles had two possible personas after an altercation with his mother:

1-A lost, insecure boy that needed affection.

2-Fuck everyone in the world, he only needed himself.

Clearly today was the latter. And of course, afterwards he would go out looking for a fight as if to prove to himself he was strong. That obviously had worked out for him.

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed Lake's number. I knew he lived around here and maybe if I could just get this asshole to his house it would be enough. I wasn't strong enough mentally or physically to be dragging him halfway across town back to his shitty ass house with his manipulative mother. Every time I left him there I felt as though I was somehow betraying him.

Lake answered on the second ring, his voice tired and distant. "Hello?"

"Hey, Lake. We kind of need your help," I said as Mi tried to pull away from me for the umpteenth time, only to get a few feet away before realizing he needed me. There was some fumbling and then his voice became clearer.

"What is it?" I looked at the stupid fuckhead next to me and sighed. He was nearly knocking me over with his weight. I'd be the first to admit I was a bit small for a guy- not necessarily height wise though also that, but you would never find me at the gym or jogging.