Reconstruction

Travelling

Honestly I'm better off lonely, promises are just pretend. - Kris Allen - Out Alive

Saying goodbye to my parents was the hardest part. The way my dad looked at me like he couldn't believe I was choosing to go to America rather than stay in his shit law firm office. Like, did he think I was supposed to stick around and do everything he expected me to do? That just wasn't fair in my opinion.

The way my mother and father looked at me when I was getting into the taxi to leave to the airport just made me feel like I've only ever utterly failed. I've done everything right by them. I've only ever strived in school, made sure to obey my curfews, to make sure I always did everything I was supposed to as a son, and for what? To be looked at and talked down to like I was five? Why was that fair to me? I was only ever fair to them during my teen years, and all they've ever done is treat me like I've failed them. That's probably a lot of the reason I decided to leave as far as I could. Who else would stick around to this dramatic aura hanging over them? I sure as heck couldn't see myself doing so because I've done it for twenty four years and counting and I was beginning to think I didn't have to put up with it much longer. Even living in my own home I still had to answer to them, and I was beginning to get overly tired of that as well. I am capable of taking care of myself and I don't think I'd be able to show them that with the way things were.

What are you trying to prove, Daniel?

I'm trying to prove that there's more to me than you think, dad.

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The trip to America was weird. It was long and I haven't ever been, so walking around like a tourist was a wonderful experience. The man on the phone whom I was staying with sounded like a young British male, like myself, which struck my fancy. I mean, his voice was at least attractive. Not many people were aware I was into men, especially not my parents, but honestly if the guy was attractive and maybe even a little gay I would be into having a friend with benefits while staying here.

While that probably wasn't the right state of mind going into someone else's home, I couldn't help but think so. Having someone even remotely look at me like I were attractive was a nice thought. It wasn't usual for me to even be all that attracted to anyone, to be honest. I mean, I had had my fair share of flings and I had had my fair share of hookups and breakups and the odd liking someone who wasn't gay. My whole life obviously being a mess, especially in the relationship department, I just stayed as far away from people as I could and it seemed to work okay for the most part.

I probably had more trouble finding the man's home more than anyone would have, but the streets were really odd for my mind and I was confused. Once I found it, I was kind of awestruck. The house being a large Victorian home. I hadn't expected a young man to own a house this large, but then again we were talking about America here, so maybe it was an odd inheritance. It wasn't that weird for people my age to have good jobs and be able to take care of themselves this early.

I shrugged off the thoughts, knowing I over thought most things anyways, and began taking in the eerie feel of the home. The black gate with the engraved L in the middle of a large circle. The vines from the obviously well taken care of plants wrapping around the gate, as it opened slowly. I was kind of spooked, but this was also new to me, so who wouldn't have been? I shook it off as I walked up the large stone walkway, the large doors with the large prominent door knockers almost slamming me in the face.

I had only seen places this eery in movies but I tried to ignore it the best I could as I brought my hand to the door and knocked loudly. It wasn't long when the door opened and the mysterious man was standing in front of me. He was not what I expected, but in a way, he was. His black hair, his black framed glasses, his tousled black hair, the pale skin, and the button up shirt. He was a walking depiction of what I did and didn't expect and somehow I was relieved that he wasn't a creepy old man trying to take my virginity.

"Dan?" the man asked, making it clear he had been expecting me. But of course he had, what an idiot, I booked this trip and I called him.

I nodded, "yeah, that's me," I shrugged motioning to myself, letting him know this was the best he was going to get.

"Well, hi! I'm Phil, this is my home, please make it yours, uh, pick any room you want. There's a lot of room here obviously, me being the only one living here," he said chuckling lightly. "Seriously though, my home is yours, nothing is off limits. I hope you enjoy your stay here!"

I nodded, walking in slowly, I think I was going to like my stay here. I think I was going to like Phil. I felt happier, even with the slightly odd feeling I had wearing over me with Phil, I ignored it while picking my room, and very well making myself at home.

You don't know who this guy is, he could be a serial killer.

Anyone is better than you dad.

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