compare scars

twenty eight

"Kyle is that you?" Dan asked, too tired to fully open his eyes. It was nearly three am and his phone had been going off non stop for the past five minutes.

"Can you come over?" He said out of breath, his breathing ragged.

"Like now?" Dan asked confused as to why.

"Yeah."

"Um yeah give me five." Dan said, and hung up, reluctantly getting out of bed.

He quickly brushed his teeth and put on shorts and a shirt, slipping his bare feet into some slippers. Dan then grabbed his wallet and keys, and walked into the living room where Charlie was still watching tv.

"Where you going?" He asked Dan, pausing the movie.

"Kyle's." Dan answered, watching as he saw a smile grow on Charlie's face.

"Be safe." He winked and resumed the movie.

Dan then quickly called Kyle. He had no clue as to where the man even lived anymore.

Motel 6 near Starbucks, room 109

He read the text in disbelief. In his time of knowing Kyle he had always said he would never step foot in a motel. That he would rather sleep on a park bench in the rain, then to stay a night in a dumpy motel.

Once he finally reached the motel he knocked on the door of room 109, and within seconds Kyle opened it. It had been only three days since the concert, but it looked as if Kyle hadn't slept in a week.

"Thank you so much." He sighed as he hugged Dan tightly.

"Kyle it's no problem, really."

Twenty minutes later and they were laying on the bed, staring at the tiny tv. It was playing some shitty black and white film, but they weren't paying it much attention.

"I can't sleep Dan."

"Why's that?" Dan asked.

"Don't make fun of me. It sounds dumb okay?" Kyle looked him in the eyes, holding out his pinky. He then took Kyle's pinky twisting the two together.

"I can't stop thinking about him. It's like every time I close my eyes to sleep he's there. He's destroying my life yet he's hundreds of miles away." He started, his voice soft and hesitant.

"Your dad?"

He shook his head softly, running a hand over the stitches in his forehead.

"He did this. Dan he's a fucking sixty year old man. I'm such a fucking coward." Tears were beginning to form in both mans' eyes, both for completely different reasons.

"I just let him do it. Why'd I just let him to this?" He shouted his voice cracking.

"Shhhh. Kyle it's alright. You're not a coward, in fact you're the bravest person I know." He said softly taking hold of the other man's hand, carefully running his thumb in small circles.

"Dan, I wanna kill him." His voice was so low and so quiet it was almost inaudible.

"No Kyle you don't. I understand what he's done is, it's inexcusable. But he's still your father." He tried calming down the shaking man, tears falling onto the sheets.

"I want him to feel, this pain." Kyle whispered, crawling closer to Dan, snuggling his head in the other man's chest.

"I know." Dan quickly wiped a tear from Kyle's cheek, wrapping his arm around his body.

"I know."

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The next day the two went thrift shopping in hopes it would lift Kyle's spirits.

Together they bought six tee shirts, two pairs of shoes, and a jacket. And just as hoped Kyle couldn't stop smiling.

It was amazing. How eighteen hours with Dan, and thirty three dollars could make him so happy.

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Bastille are such a pure band I just can't sometimes