Dom's POV:
"Let's just get it over with," I mumble, running my hands through my thinning hair. It's falling out so quickly that this will just make things easier.
"Okay just give me a moment," nurse Angie says. I hear the razor turn on and I close my eyes. I take in a deep breath as the razor comes into contact with my head. It'll just make things easier.
Matt's POV:
"Why the hell can't I go see him!?" I shout. This is 100% bullshit.
"Because you still have school work to catch up on!" mom snaps back.
"It's been over two weeks! He probably thinks that I'm never visiting again!" I shout, throwing my hands into the air. "My grades aren't everything!"
"Yes they are! If your grades aren't good, then you won't get into a good collage and you'll be stuck in a shitty job for the rest of you life!"
"Who said that I even wanted to go to collage!?" I slam my hands on the nearby dining table and mom's jaw drops. "You know what? Fuck you!" I quickly walk to the door and slip on my converse without lacing them. I run out the door, slamming it behind me.
The door opens a few moments later and mom is screaming after me. "If you're leaving then don't come back!" I throw my hand in the air, flipping her off as I jog down the street. The door slams once more. I turn the corner and make my way into town, slowing my pace.
I've been waiting for this moment my entire life, but I don't know where I'm going. I arrive in town about 20 minutes later and find myself at Chris's doorstep. His dad is rarely home (his mom died in a car crash when he was young) and doesn't care about what Chris does... Basically as long as he stays out of jail... And he's gotten pretty close a couple of times... I pound on the door to his flat until it opens.
"What?" Chris says, and annoyed look on his face. He looks at me carefully and motions for me to follow him inside. He always just knows when there's something wrong. With anyone. We sit down in the living room and he looks at me, raising an eyebrow.
"I left," I sigh. "I finally left and this is the only place I could think of to go."
"Jesus fuck man," he groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "You always talked about running out but I never thought that you would actually do it."
"I got fed up," I say with a shrug. My phone begins to ring and I pull it out of my pocket. It's Paul.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"What the fuck did you do?" he asks, well more like shouts.
"I'm done with mom and all of her bullshit. Say whatever you want. I'm not coming back."
"I know," he sighs. "I don't think mom would let you walk in that door anyway. Dad just got home and he's trying to talk some sense into her, but we both know how stubborn she can be." I give a forced laugh in response. "You at Chris's?" he asks.
"How did you know?" I laugh.
"Because I know you. It was either Chris or Tom but Tom's parents kind of hate you and Chris. Think you're bad influences and all that shit."
I scoff and shake my head. Chris and I are sort of known for getting into trouble.
"I packed you some clothes and I'm going to stop by. Anything else that you want?"
"My guitar," I answer immediately.
"Okay so I've got your clothes, school bag, and guitar. That's it?" he sighs.
"Yeah. I'll see you soon," I say, hanging up before he can respond. I shove my phone back into my pocket. I sit back and close my eyes. I've gotten over being pissed to the point where nothing else matters and I'm trying my best not to cry, and Chris can tell.
"You can stay here," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Not like my dad will even notice. Hell, he doesn't notice if I'm missing for weeks." Chris gets kicked out on a monthly basis and is usually back in within a few days. I don't know where he stays. He doesn't have any family in the area and there's no way in hell he could stay with Tom. My family isn't too fond of him either.
We sit in silence until there's a knock and the door. Chris jumps up and I remain sitting. I hear Chris and Paul talking, but I'm not genuinely listening. The door closes and Chris walks in with my bags and guitar. He goes down the hall to his room and comes back empty handed a few moments later. I lace up my shoes and walk to the door.
"Where are you going?" he calls after me.
"I'm going to go see a friend," I say as I open the door. When Chris doesn't respond, I walk out and close the door behind me.
All I want right now is to see Dom.
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Bliss
FanfictionMatthew Bellamy was in a car accident, causing him to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. But the boy he meets while stuck there just might change his life forever. (Contains strong language and sexually suggestive themes)
