I woke up panting, I could feel the drying tears on my cheeks. I looked over and checked my clock 2am, perfect. at least it was a Friday.No use in trying to get back to sleep now I decided, I had tried falling back to sleep after a horrid dream multiple times, not that actually falling back into a peaceful sleep was ever an option so getting a glass of water sounded like it might be the best idea in this situation. I grudgingly dragged myself out of bed and wobbled down the stairs as carefully as my still drowsy state of mind would allow, trying not to let the clumsy side of me take over so I could get a glass of water without skillfully tripping down the stairs because it takes skill to fumble over your own feet. When I reached the kitchen I was still slightly panicked from the dream I just had even though I didn't remember much of what actually happened, all my brain could really comprehend was me running through some random dark forest but if it was toward something or from something I didn't know combined with someone calling my name helplessly but I just kept running eventually tripping over a branch and being overcome with darkness and waking up. I went to fill the glass I had just taken out of the cupboard my hands still slightly shaky, still being tense from the dream. I heard a sharp clink noise that was seemingly coming from upstairs which made me drop my glass cursing under my breath I decided to follow the noise forgetting entirely about the water and with that also forgetting about the shattered glass I had stupidly dropped in the kitchen. I thought I had heard the noise coming from inside my room. Just as I skeptically walked in I heard a small thump come from my window walking straight up to it I saw that it was a pebble that hit the window causing me to look down I jumped back in surprise and realization. Dan Howell the boy who had thrown insults at me,beating me relentlessly with his group of "friends" for no good reason other then me being a good target skimpy no muscle on my average height body sure they called me names that could gesture towards being gay but I wasn't at least not that they knew of, so really the only reason I could think of that would make sense to me was that I was a pathetic waste of space. My parents didn't even bother with me both of them had traveling jobs that kept them busy coming back randomly throughout the year making sure the house was somewhat stocked with groceries. I felt like they had forgotten about me but there was nothing I could do, Sure I was seventeen but I guess I still craved a bit of attention. I quickly lost my train of thought as another pebble hit my window I quickly unlocked it and opened it. "Why the heck are you here? And How do you know where I live." I spoke harshly
"I may or may not have followed you home a few times Can I not answer that other question just yet?" He spoke with an insolent tone to his voice
The blank expression on his face turning into a slight smirk.
"What gives you the right to be here leave now, I'll call the cops." I said sternly, realizing I might actually have to.
"Come on lester can you please just let me up so I can actually explain myself?"he said with a monotone yet somehow pleading voice. Did he think I was stupid what did he expect me to say."sure come on up here. want a glass of water? you can just make yourself at home"
If that's what he thought then he must be insane.
"leave my house right now you have no reason to be here. I just want to go back to sleep. Please leave so I don't have to call the cops. you're just going to make things a lot harder for both of us." I spoke with an edge to my voice because when it all came down to it I knew I wouldn't call the cops. If I did he'd run and it would all be pointless. but I did not want to let him into my house for all I new he could have a knife or a gun with him and I would rather not be severely injured tonight.
"Come on please I have no where to stay I'll make you a deal, if you let me stay here for just one night I'll quit beating you at school."
He said with all toughness gone from his voice he sounded so helpless would it really be that bad- what was I thinking? this is the kid that had beat me unconscious just a week ago, but I was tired it would be worth it to let him stay one night, and just when I thought I couldn't get any stupider I gave in
"One night Dan." I said my voice tightening not waiting for a response I trudged down the stairs not really caring I was in my pajama bottoms and I realized right when I got to the door I had no shirt on. oh well. I opened the front door without another thought and there in front of me stood a beat up broken looking Dan.
