|Damage||cth| -au- DISCONTINUED

|Twenty|

Calum:

I woke up from the same reoccurring nightmare that I had been having all week. She was crying. It didn't feel right.I touched her in places I knew I shouldn't have been. I couldn't stop. Even though I knew I was dreaming; it felt so real. Everything was so blurry. I wasn't wearing my glasses either. I was drunk out of my mind. The girl was so familiar. But I had no idea who it was.

My back and hands were moist with my sweat. I checked my watch and hardly being able to read it, I put on glasses. It was 8 am. Not knowing what to do, I took off my shirt and put on a pair of running shoes. I scanned my apparence in the mirror and noticed the large budge poking out of my shorts. For some reason, I didn't care. I just knew that I needed to run and I wasn't sure where but I knew I didn't want to come back for a while. I grabbed a bag and threw any random item on the floor that I could find.

I couldn't be in his room anymore, yet alone this house.

I had everything though. I had two wonderful sisters and parents who care about my happiness more than their own. There was nothing wrong with my life. Everything was wrong at the same time.

I slipped on my backpack and open the door to my sisters' room. I looked at the two of them for one last time, not exactly sure where I was headed or whether this was going to be the last time I was going to see them. I studied their faces. The way Talia snored and how Mali talked in her sleep.

I closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar. I tiptoed downstairs and watched my parents cuddling on the couch in each other's arms. I knew I was an asshole and no one would waste their time with me but I wanted a relationship like my parents. I admired them. They actually loved each other. It wasn't the fake kind of love where they pretended in front of us. My family was perfect in every way.

There have been multiple occasions where I have heard them having sex in the kitchen. Although it would bother most, it didn't bother me because as long as I heard them at 3 am every Thursday night, I knew that everything was ok.

I knew that when they snuck out while we were sleeping that they wanted to be alone together. I wanted a girl who would be that person for me.

I walked out the back door and started running with no particular set destination in mind. Michael's house was the closest to mine so I put on my headphones and continued on my way to his. Out of breath, I finally got to his house and banged on his door. He does have a family; a large family actually.
I didn't care that I was banging on his door at eight in the morning.

After an eternity of knocking, I was greeted by a pale, naked Michael. He looks at me then down at his crotch before panicking and attempting cover his junk with his hand. Eventually, he gave up and let his penis hang after realizing it was only me. And of course, Michael slept with Anniston. Only explanation. In annoyance, I shook my head. It was dumb for me to have gone there.

"Hey," he greeted.

I couldn't keep my eyes away from his junk. I couldn't just ignore it. It was just there.

"Could you put that thing away?" I asked.

"What thing?" He asked. He suddenly looked down at what I was looking at and smiled. "Oh, this thing. You want me to put it away?" he mocked.

He grabbed it and started spinning it like a windmill to annoy me.

"You want me to put it away, Calum?" He yelled.

His voice suddenly got quieter. He put his hand on his forehead. Michael was obviously hung over. Suddenly, his dick rose and pointed at me. I started to heat up and instantly regretted coming here. A white liquid poured out and I turned away in disgust.