Bad Guy Gone Good (BOYXBOY)

Lost Ones

Chapter 8: Lost Ones

ALEC'S POINT OF VIEW

I had to get out of there. It was a dick-move, I know, but I couldn't stand looking at him anymore. I had to get out of his house, away from him, and never look back. It wouldn't end well.

***

It was Monday morning. The worst type of morning there is. My brother was banging on my door like a gorilla.

"Alec! Up, now! breakfast is ready." He yelled through the door. I got up and went to the toilet, following my usual morning routine. I put on some black pants and a dark grey shirt. Pretty plain, but you couldn't get me to wear anything colourful. It wasn't as bad as Alex, but it wasn't much better. You could say it was hypocritical of me to try to change him when I would never let anyone make me change my style. I looked down at my arms, I ran my fingers slightly up one of my arms, they were covered with ink, almost not a spot left without ink. I hurriedly put on my hoodie, covering my arms, shaking away all those dark thoughts.

After putting on my clothes, I looked in the mirror trying to fix my dirty blonde hair. My bright blue eyes looked dead. I tried making a quiff but my hair had that annoying length, it was too long for quiff, and too short to put in a ponytale. So I just let it fall, covering half my face so I had to push it away every 5 seconds. Ugh. I washed my face again and hurried out of the bathroom. As I reached the front door, my mom rolled into the kitchen, staring straight ahead, wherever her wheelchair would carry her. Elijah asked if I wanted a ride, I declined as usual and left. My family was fucked up. We weren't normal, and I know all families has problems, it's just that we have a different way of handling those problems. We don't handle them at all.

I haven't seen my dad in over 2 years. He died of alcohol poising, not that I give a shit about his alcoholic ass. After he died, I was 15, I remember we didn't even talk about it. Since then our family hasn't been whole. Our mom only speaks when extremely necessary, last time she spoke was a couple of months ago, when the house almost caught fire. Even then it wasn't to my face, she called Elijah and told him to hurry home or something like that. She texts as much as she speaks so we have almost zero communication with her. And sometimes it feels like Elijah doesn't even care. Ever since dad died, ever since what happened to mom, he hasn't shed a single tear. It was as if nothing fazed him. He was cold, unlike me. I cried for a couple of months, straight. I still break down sometimes. I'm weak, I'm not like Elijah.

I want to leave this place, but no matter how much I hate my family I'd feel too guilty leaving them behind. My mom is the main problem, what kind of a person would leave his crippled mom. She hasn't told me she wanted me to stay, but she won't make it if she lost another member of her family. Elijah and I don't have any kind of emotional relationship, we don't talk or connect. I just feel like he abandoned me when we were younger, so I haven't been able to trust him. No one in this family speak much to each other, it gets really quiet sometimes, I don't know how we've managed to live for this long... Well Elijah and I have our friends, he copes via drugs and alcohol, I cope by burying myself under a mountain of homework and talking to Julian. And him... he helps a lot.

***

I reached the school and went straight to Julian's office. He wasn't there, so I sat down on the chair in front of his and waited for him. I wasn't in a good mood. But when am I ever in a good mood? Only when I'm around him. He's dangerous.

Before I met him, I was only not angry when I was around Julian. He made me relax and not have to pretend to be someone else. He was so chill that I wasn't being pressured to pretend to be happy around him. I was just myself. A chill guy. I know, it sounds sad when the only real friend I have is my counselor, but it is how it is.