Horrible Human Beings

SLIPPING ON FIRE

SLIPPING ON FIRE

I'm very obsessive. But I guess you know that already. The thing about it, is that it never goes away, so...

I didn't fly that night. gf

Instead, I kept having this dream were I woke up to find Charlie's mom telling us that his dad passed.

It happened over and over again, until it became so scary that it was too much to bear.

Waking up isn't my favorite thing in the world, but it was better than staying having those nightmares, thought it was painful too.

Being aware again of who I was and I what I have done made my chest ache.

I almost murdered Charlie's dad.

That was my first though it the morning after I woke up in the floor of Charlie's room between Liam and Tim.

I threw a sad look at my best friend's bed where he laid with Alice who had her head on his chest and a peaceful look on her face. It made me feel nausea, near them was Hip. He was on the floor, but still...

He was closer to him than me.

They were taking him away from me so fast...I shouldn't have felt jealous because I deserved to be isolated from his life after all the mess I caused by not calling my parents as he asked me, but... I was selfish. I still am and knowing that she was waiting for her chance to fill his head with lies about me, and that Hip couldn't wait to get in his bed, made my blood boil.

I sucked a breath and went to the bathroom.

One of the perks of being an honorific Matthews, was the fact that I had an extra tooth brush on the bathroom, along with my own towel and clothes in Charlie's closet.

After bathing the sun began to rise and everyone was still asleep, though I guessed Jim would wake up soon to get back home because he didn't look very happy with the idea of staying on Charlie's house the night before.

I went downstairs to make some breakfast.

Here is where things would become complicated. I didn't know anything about cooking because I never finished my classes with Charlie, but I had to try to be useful for him. His mom and he would need an extra hand those two weeks and since I wasn't welcomed in my parent's house anymore I just couldn't stay arms crossed. However, when I got into the kitchen...

"Mrs. M" I said shocked to find her awake that early.

She jolted on her place and turned to me startled. "Michael...Oh...Good. Good morning. I'm sorry I..."

It was then when I noticed that she wasn't awake that early. She was wearing the same clothes she wore on the hospital.

She never went to bed, and actually...She probably just got home.

"What you think you are doing?" I arched a brow a bit upset as I squinted at the egg on her hand before the fry pan.

"I was just..."

"I'll do it" I offered.

"It's alright Michael. The kids..."

And there she was. I was a bit mad at her. Why couldn't Charlie and his mom stop being Charlie and his mom for a couple of minutes? She was so concerned that soon my friends would wake up and they wouldn't have anything to eat, that she would sacrifice the scarce sleeping hours she would have before going back to the hospital just to feed us.

It wasn't fair and hell that I wouldn't allow it to happen.

"Mrs. M, please go back to bed. I'll get everything ready"