Set My Whole World On Fire (Austlan Cashby)

I Sleep to Get Away

Hey, just a warning, this chapter is kind of triggering and graphic. Y'all are gonna kill me. I PROMISE IT WILL GET BETTER. Maybe. I'm kidding. Or am I? No, I am. But are you sure? Okay, I'll shut up now. I'm sorry. I'm tired. It's 12:30 and I had a four hour band rehearsal today. We gots our name. Local-Motive. We're cool. Okay, read the story. Meow.

-ALAN POV-

"Hey man!" Vic wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him. I flinched of course. He pulled away to look at me, sighing and pulling me inside his cozy house.

Kellin didn't know I was here. Oh hell, Kellin didn't know I was here. I had told him I was going to Phil's which he wasn't keen on either. If he knew I was here, he would probably kill me. I’m pretty sure Kellin hated Vic more than he hated playing the trumpet. He had expressed to me on many occasions how glad he was he gave it up.

Vic knew that I was spending time with Kellin, but he didn't know that we were dating. I pretty sure Vic would go on a rampage. I didn't want to see that, so I just didn't bother telling him.

When I saw that Mike wasn't on the couch or in the kitchen, I gave Vic a curious look. He chuckled lightly and pulled me outside to the deck.

I had to hold myself back from laughter, the sight was so hilarious. On his hands and knees, tending to the petunias or whatever the hell those flowers were, was Mikey Whiskey-Hands. Like, decked out in the fancy gloves and sun hat, was whiskey-drinking, face-beating badass Michael Fuentes.

“Oh, dear god.” I exclaimed. Mike whipped around, throwing his spade across the yard. His eyes bugged out and he looked as though he was caught in the line of fire. He just stood there for awhile staring at me.

“Uh… this isn’t what it looks like?” it came out more as a question. My attempts at holding back my laughter finally failed, loud cackles escaping my lips.

“Are you serious? Please tell me this is some kind of joke! Are you grounded? On drugs? Okay, scratch that, you’re always on drugs. Is someone blackmailing you to do this?” if looks could kill, I would be dead four times over. Mike brushed the dirt off of his jeans and stormed inside, mumbling the most profane of profanities about me.

“He freaking loves gardening.” Vic told me.”I don’t know how, or why, but it’s seriously his favourite pass time and he’s super embarrassed about it. Like, he’ll have a bad day at school or something like that and he’ll just lock the door to outside and stay out here for hours before coming in and talking about it. It quite ironic, huh?” I nodded my head, my cackles finally coming to to silence.

We went back inside. Mike was in his typical place in the kitchen eating everything in sight. He glared at me when we walked past. Vic flipped him off, pulling me into his side and bringing us up to his room. I sprawled out on his bed, yawning and hunkering down on the sheets. It felt like so long since I had been able to relax.

Vic went and picked up his guitar, playing a melody I had never heard before. I listened to it methodically, picking out the chords and smiling as Vic started singly lightly. I loved hearing Vic sing. Kellin could sing too, but he only sang to me on good days, and he doesn’t usually have good days.

My mind wandered to Austin. I missed him. I missed him like hell and it killed me everyday because I know he has Oli. Why would he want me anyway? Kellin says that the reason he broke up with me is because I’m ugly and fat and crap like that. I told myself that Kellin was just trying to hurt me, but sometimes his words really got to me and it hurt. He always apologised after a fight, but it didn’t make me feel any better about what he said. Honestly, I have no idea why I’m even dating him. I mean, come on, he raped me and he hits me all the time but I just keep going back. Maybe I believe I deserve it. Wow, that’s pretty pathetic, huh? I guess I’m just pathetic…