Never Leave OK?(Boy x Boy)

1. Calling Home

Hey guys! first time at this type of thing so bare with me please! enjoy

"hey look it's little Fag again. Why do you even bother to do anything at all. your just a failure at everything you do. your a failure at life and no one even wants to be around you. hahahaha" SLAM."I'm sure you love all the attention we give you" KICK. "I bet it's the only attention you get"  PUNCH. CRACK."hahahahaha". Not again.....

I wake up sweating, shaking and tears running down my face. It was another nightmare from Friday afternoon at school. I'm trying to breath and calm down so I don't have an anxiety attack I don't want to call Myles again and wake him up, that would be almost two weeks in a row. He says he doesn't mind but it must get annoying, me doing it day after day. Shit. those thoughts aren't helping me. that's only gonna make it worse....ok breath Axl breath. In and out. In and out. In and out.  shit. I'm already having a harder time breathing and it's barely even been five minutes shit shit shit. "I'm sorry Myles.." I whisper wishing he could here how sorry I really am.

I slowly try and get up taking my time cause my whole body is shaking at this point and walk over to my dresser where my phone is plugged in. I go back to my bed and sit down and dial the all to familiar number. (ring....ring....) I almost don't want him to answer so he can get a full night of sleep but I know I need him next to me to calm me down. ( ring...ring...) there's a faint noise on the other end and I know Myles picked up. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Axl I'll be over in about ten minutes ok?" are the first words outa his mouth. He sounds almost awake but not quite but I know he was sleeping his voice was deeper than during the day, he's just trying to make me feel better about waking him up again probably.... "Axl?" shit I didn't actually answer him. I try and even out my breathing as much as possible. "Yeah sorry". I heard him take a deep breath " your on the verge of an anxiety attack aren't you?" I guess I didn't do a very good job. I stayed quiet. " I can hear your voice shake and your breathing heavy so don't try and hide it," he stated in  a demanding tone, but it wasn't cruel it was out of concern and I knew that. Anyone else would have thought it was to harsh but it was laced with concern. "yeah...I am.. I'm sorry..". He takes in  a deep breath and starts talking again " How long did you wait Axl to call me?".  I don't want to actually tell him... he's gona be pissed. It was only a little over five minutes, but my anxiety spikes so quickly its like five minutes for me is fifteen minutes for someone with moderate anxiety. I can't try to lie though, he'll see right through me, sometimes I wonder how he knows what is going through my mind..." only a little over five minutes but it wasn't bad at first I was gona try and-" I try and rush through my words when he cuts me off. " Dammit Axl! I told you I don't care if you call and wake me up I'd rather be there and know for a fact that your alright afterward!". I stay quiet and he sighs " I'm sorry...I ... I didn't mean to snap I just, I want to make sure your ok" I hug my knees up to my chest. I know he doesn't like snapping at me, and I don't blame him for snapping he's tired anyway thanks to me.. I hear a door open over the phone when Myles speaks again "I'm leaving right now I'll be there in under seven minutes ok? just try and breath. bye, " he always hangs up first. 

Ok. It's 2:22AM and he said in  under seven minutes he'd be here so about six minutes. I just need to stay in control and breath for six minutes . easier said than done in. focus on in and out and repeat. just keep doing that. after two minutes I'm already starting to freak out I curl up under my blankets and try to keep the memories of Friday at bay. "Breath" I tell my self just focus on breathing but the memories just keep coming. Them pushing me in to a wall and kicking me when I finally fell to the ground... the tears that I willed not to fall...it all feels so real. I snap out of it and look at the clock one minute, just one more minute. My whole body is shaking like a Chihuahua. "Please, please, please hurry up Myles.." I stare at the window next to my desk and try and focus on that instead. He always climbs through that window. There's a big tree with lots of branches so its easy to climb plus it's in the back yard so that no one can see him climb the tree and tell my parents or call the police. I look at my phone and it's 2:31 AM. I'm starting to panick he's never late. never. something must have happened to him that's the only answer. I'm trying to dial his number but my hands are shaking so badly I can barely even hold my phone still and my eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are starting to pool in my eyes. Then I hear the sound of leaves rustling. My eyes shoot to the window and I see his dirty blonde hair coming just into view shinning in the moon light.