heartbreak hotel

Gazzy Garcia

The appartment was huge. Like nothing I'd ever seen before. I had spent the last few years living on the streets, i ran away from my care home knowing that i would be safer on my own. Ive seen alot of diffrebg places from sluming it, but this was a room for the super rich.

I was 15 when i ran away and i had never looked back. I managed to get a ride to LA knowing they wouldn't expect a kid like me to make it so far. I had been sleeping in crack dens and abandoned houses for some time now, this is the first time ive been in a nice place in about 3 years.

I had a friend called Cardi, she was homeless too and she used to come here and get lots of money from the residents, i hadn't eaten in a few days so i came here hoping someone would slip me a few bucks, i was tired aslo so when this guy told me to come up here i took it.

He seamed nice, he told me i could crash here for a few days. He was really hot too, i didnt want to let him know i was gay, id probably end up getting thrown out. No one associates with fags, like for fuck sake its 2018 why are people still chilling in the 70s?

I went for a shower, first time id had a good wash in a few weeks. I cleaned my dreeds 1 by 1, the roots were sevearly growing out. I rolled my eyes at that. I hated looking so dirty considering i was a clean freak, hard to believe right. I came out the shower after washing myself all down. I used some of the gel sitting and made sure i got the layer of dirt that sat on my skin off.

"Shit" i said looking around for towels as i got out. Apparently they were all in the wash basket. Thats also when i realised i has no clean clothes.

"YO, Gazzy you fall down the drain or somethin?" Omar shouted making me jump and slip. I fell down banging my head off the sink. I stood back up quickly as Omar knocked the door. I touched my head feeling the wetness from the blood. I hated blood.

"Hay man, i aint got a towel or clean clothes" i shouted as i cleaned my head, my voice shakey. Shit i was getting blood everywhere.

I was bleeding pretty bad into the sink but it wasnt a big cut. I heard him walk away and cursed myself. I was so fucking stupid.

I kept washing the blood but more kept coming. Fuck life. Soon the door knocked. I sighed and opened the door.

"Oh shit, what the fuck" Omar said as i opened the door just enough for him to see my head. He went to barge in but i stopped him.

"Im naked" i blushed as he looked at me asking why i wouldnt let him in. He handed me the towel and i wrapped it around my waist.

"Let me look at that cut bro, what happened?" He asked as i let him in. He sat me on the toilet and grabbed a wash cloth and held it on my head.

"Are you alright, does it hurt?" He asked me. I shook my head and looked down at all the blood on me.

"Ive ruined your towel, its all bloody, im so sorry" i said as my eyes watered. He was probably going to make me leave.

"Hay its cool," he said giving me a small smile."i got like a million of them" he said lifting my chin to see the cut. My heart sped up as i checked Omars body out. "It aint that bad, i can take you to a hospital if you like" he said. I shook my head right away.

"Im ok, I just... you know what imma just go" i said rushing up, i started looking around for clothes before i felt my arm get grabbed, i jumped at the harah contact. Omar looked at me, sympathy in his eyes.

"Gazzy, please stop. You can crash here. I got some clothes for you, i guessed your size. They're yours now" he said. I looked at them noticing what they were.

"These are smokepurpp clothes" i said. Then i remember him saying his friends call him purp. "Wait. Oh my god, are you Omar Paneiro?" I asked. He sighed and looked at me again.

"Yeah" he said. "Thats me" he scratched the back of his head.

"Bro, your clothes are dope as fuck. I cant accept these tho, they expensive as fuck" i said handing them back.

" i own the company, you can have them" he said smiling as he put a band aid on my cut now that it had stopped bleeding.

"Thank you" i said blushing again. No one had ever been this way with me. Treating me kindly and shit.

"Dont mention it, foods ready by the way" he said, he left so i could get dressed. I put on the boxers and t shirt he had given me.

I was looking in the mirror checking myself out before i walked out of the bathroom. I noticed a pile of clothes on my bed,all of them in wrapping and a size small.

I smiled and walked into the other room where Omar handed me a plate of food before getting his own.

"So how come you on the streets?" He asked sitting down. I blushed i had to think of a story quick. Then i decided that if he didnt want me here because of my sexuality then i was gonna have to leave. I cant lie to people, its my weekness.

I took a deep breath and started my life story. At first i though he wouldnt be interested, that he was only being plesent but the look in his eyes is telling me that this guy really does listen.

I tell him about everything. How i lived with both my parents and when i came out my dad at 13 he didnt want to know me. How my mother sent me to live at my grandparents house but they both died in a car crash 6 months later. How my mom was sick and the state made me live with my uncle. I didnt tell him about my uncle abusing me. I couldng bring myself too.

"Anyway my uncle was an alcaholic and the state took me back, my moms sickness was getting worse and eventually she passed away. She has left in her will that i don't go back to my father, so i got put in care homes and foster homes" i told him. He nodded at me and watched my face as i continued.

"Thats ruff kid, youre really strong you know that" he said. If only he knew the truth about my whole life. I left out alot of details, mostly to spare him from pittying me.

"I ran away after like 3 months in my 4th foster home when i was 15, and ive been on the streets since." I told him. He nodded as we finished eating. I scoffed mines down quick, i was so hungry.

"Theres leftovers if you want more." He told me. Taking my plate and filling it up again. I tried to refuse but he rolled his eyes and put the plate down.

"Thanks" i said eating the food. I was so hungry.

After the food Omar wanted to go to bed. It had been a long day, told me the clothes on the bed were all for me and there was a new bag pack in my room to hold the things, but until i found an actual house to live in i would be staying here.

I was thankful. After he went to his room i cleaned up the kitchen and went to my own room, sleeping in an actual bed was like hevan to me. I thought about how nice Omar was. He was sweet and he didnt care about me being gay, he seamed actually concerned about me.

Sleep took over me as i thought of Omar. He truly made me feel cared about for the first time in years.