whispers and mutters • blasnique

Chapter Thirteen

UNIQUE

"Blaster?" 

"Blaster, are you there? Open the door."

I groggily opened my eyes to the wind hitting Blaster's window softly, the morning sun's finding it's way to his room. I look to my left and hear loud knocks coming from Blaster's bedroom door. "Fuck, I think your dad's here."

Blaster opened his eyes and sat up swiftly as if he's coming back from the dead. He looked at me and nervously shook his head and tried to stand up, but ended up pushing me down the bed. Blaster's eyes widened by how loud Unique's fall was, thus covering his mouth in shock. "The hell was that for?" I whisper-shouted while massaging my head, feeling the intense pain in my back. "Dad's there, hide!"

I hid under the bed since it was the fastest and easiest spot available, he didn't even have a god forsaken closet that could fit at least a size of a small human being like a child.

Blaster's dad continued to simultaneously knock on his door, which led to his intense panic that couldn't even be resolved by anything. Blaster opened the door with a smile.

It was his parents.

Not just his goddamn dad.

His mom and dad stared at him judgingly which obviously put Blaster into the hot seat - hell, they weren't even asking him a damn question, yet.

"Why did you have your door locked?" His mother asked, raising her left eyebrow at him. He chuckled nervously, "Uh, you know, to be safe..?" 

Blaster never really was a good liar. He was pure and certainly was sweeter than the innocence that always led him far from infidelity. He was just such a good person with no trace of sin on his damn soul. 

"Okay.. Your mom has prepared breakfast already and I'm assuming you'll be a good boy and eat with us. 'S that fine with you?" Blaster nodded at his dad's question. "Sure.. I'll just tidy myself up."

"Kay-kay. Love you, sweetie." His mom closed the door and headed downstairs right after. "That was close.." I crawled from under his bed and stood up, removing some dust and all that from my clothes and such. "Is it okay if you.. uh.. take the window instead..? I'm afraid if you go downstairs mom and dad'll see you-" I placed my index finger on his lips, "Shh. I will. See you tomorrow..?" 

"See you when I see you." 

He gave a sweet airy chuckle before I took the risky exit and went down his bedroom window with the slightest caution.

***

"Hey, Unique!" Greeted Badjao who obviously had a worried look on his face.

"YOU! Where have you been?!" Zild pointed then shouted at me with full rage, "Ain't you gonna greet me at least a welcome? Badjao did, how 'bout you?" I sassed at him. "Hey, Unique. where have you been?~" He sarcastically greeted me, "It's not your business~" Then walked past him.

"Unique! Where the fucking hell have you been?" 

"None of your goddamn business, Benitez. It's not your fucking right to know where the hell I've went." I say, putting down my jacket on the chair that stood lonely in the rightmost, darkest corner of his apartment room.

"I'm your friend!-"

"Who told you that? We're not friends, fucker. Why did you guys call me here in the first place?"

"We were concerned where you've been, dickwad. Me and Badjao were busy trying to contact you last night. We were afraid you might be taken or beaten up by street toughs with your goddamn attitude."

"How many times am I supposed to tell you that it's not your motherfucking business?!"

"You seriously made us worry!"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"

"Okay, aren't you at least gonna leave us a little note just so we know you're safe and okay?" Zild breathed in and out, trying to calming the storm in his head down.

"I wanna be free!" I shouted at him.

"But you are!" He shouted back, in confusion too of what I've said.

"No, I'm not. You don't really know me, do you? Hell, we're not friends, anyway."