A Man's Bestfriend ⇢ malum [✓]

Chapter 8

(written in point-of-views)

≪ Michael's POV ≫

"Ah, home sweet home," Ashton heaved a sigh at the comfort of our house.

"More like, bittersweet," I thought.

Luke seemed fine and way over what happened back at the Hood family's. Ashton, too, was not too concerned about interrogating Luke about the stunt he pulled off. We separated in to our own rooms to dump our bags and call it a day.

Ashton's room was on the far left, followed by Luke's, and mine was on the far right. Between my room and Luke's was Calum's and my heart sank as I walked past it to go to my room.

"How many times would it take for me to be numb from it?"

I connected my phone to my speaker and played Calum's favourite Spotify playlist of ballads that he recommended me once, for the Monday blues. It's the same playlist that I have listened to for a month now, ever since the funeral.

The time was 3A.M. and I still could not sleep — my body was restless but my mind kept racing. I dragged myself out of bed and went down to grab a drink. I had to walk past Calum's room again but I avoided from looking inside.

I got to the kitchen and made myself a cup of warm milk then I went back to my room. While I drank the milk, I fiddled with my phone from one application to another. Eventually, I clicked my Messages icon unintentionally and I saw Calum's name as one of the first few.

You:
Doritos please and thank you
(read)

"If I had asked him for more stuff..," I broke into a sadistic laughter at the thought, "...or, if I had just followed him to the store..."

I began typing furiously. I had absolutely no idea what I intended to say or why I even wanted to say them but I just wanted a place to express my feelings. Although the long paragraph of intense repetition of certain phrases like "WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN" and "I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH YOU", I deleted them all and went for something simpler.

You:
I miss you, Calum.

I hit the send button.

You:
I miss you, Calum.
(sent)

Tears started to cruise down my cheeks. I locked my phone and turned the silent mode on, then placed it on the bedside table. I cuddled up in bed and turned off the bedside lamp.

"You should be with me, right here, right now," I whispered, with a shaky voice from all the crying.

I let my tears fall onto my pillow as I pulled my blanket up to my shoulders and forced myself to sleep.

≪ Ashton's POV ≫

The rays of bright sunlight emitted right into my room on that very next day. I was awakened by tossing and turning that I knew was not my own. I turned over and saw Luke lying beside me in my bed with his face scrunched up, unhappy with the morning Sun.

I was in the comfort of my own home — our home — and I had a good night's sleep. Back at the Hood's, I would worry about not being a good guest that sleeps over and that always affected my sleep. Despite being satisfied, happy and well-rested, Luke being in my bed flooded my head with questions.

"Why didn't he sleep in his room?"

"When did he come in?"

"Why did he sleep with ME?"