Exposed (#wattys2016)

chapter eight

there's the whole gang, in their usual sims form ;-)

I wobbled home in one piece, my stomach and ribs sore. I opened the door, noticing Levi opening some mail at the kitchen table.

"Hey, pal," I pulled up a chair and sat down next to him.

He smiled at the sight of me, "How's things been for you?" Levi pushed the opened mail to the side, sipping a glass of water.

"Pretty okay," I said, "just okay."

Levi let out a half hearted laugh, looking down at the wooden table, changing his tone, "You've been spending a lot of time with Caspian, huh?"

I looked at him, puzzled that he even thought about that, "How do you know?"

"Where else would you be?"

I frowned and thought about my family, I thought about how much time I've recently spent away from this house and these people.

"Missy is gone again, apparently better," Levi shrugged and ran his fingers through his brown hair, making me feel like I've been gone for a year.

"That's good, that she's better," I bit my lip, thinking about Caspian and Liv now. I tried not to focus on them.

"I got a girlfriend," Levi blurted out, smiling proudly, "the same girl I went to study with. She gives good blowjobs."

I laughed at Levi's observation, trying not to picture a girl sucking him off because it totally ruined everything.

"Always a bonus," I added awkwardly.

He sighed once again, putting the mail in a tight and orderly pile. "I'm glad it's the weekend, but I'm exhausted."

Levi yawned and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms.

"So, Caspian isn't that mean after all?" He stood up from his chair, leaning against the table, waiting for my final words.

"No, he's a nice kid."

I thought about the groceries he bought me, and the way he wanted to protect me from Ed. Even if he didn't realize it or want to admit it, he was protecting me in one way or another.

"Good, if he's your friend he's welcome here anytime."

Levi pushed his chair in, heading towards the stairs without saying anything. I scratched my head, thinking about nothing for a few moments before heading upstairs to sleep.

The following morning, I didn't bother getting breakfast ready. I felt slightly guilty, but I knew what I had to do outside of the house.

I quietly escaped through the back door, bending down to tie my shoes. They were old and dirty, but they still ran fine against the cement.

I started jogging before my body wanted to go faster, running now. My heart was pumping by the time I reached Casp's house, slamming on the door with my fist. I took a few deep breaths and backed away, my hands on my hips to catch my breath from running so fast.

Caspian answered the door with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at me with sad, nostalgic eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said quietly, moving out of the way so I can step inside.

I smiled when I saw him, same black hoodie and plaid pajama pants as last night. Liv was asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off.

He looked at me for a while, seemingly studying my half healed but still bruised face. He shook his head slowly, removing the cigarette from his mouth to blow smoke up into the air.