El Roommate [✔️]

Dec. 8th (2/6)

Umm ... This chapter may trigger people.

If death triggers you.

If death isn't a sensitive topic, read on. If you want to.

Other than death, this chapter has no hardcore se- I mean ... stuff in it.

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8:50am

Minho didn't even have to look at Caleb to tell that the younger was a bit uncomfortable.

He obviously didn't talk about his parents' death a lot. And while most people didn't, some people seemed to be a little okay with talking about their parents' death. Like ... they weren't gonna collapse and spew out tears.

But Caleb was just overflowing with less-than-happy emotions.

His parent's death must've been very very tragic.

"I wasn't really there when it happened. So I can't give any deep information. But I remember coming home from middle school...

It was a Friday evening and I remember being so happy because it was the week before summer break. I had gotten a good grade on a test and I was ready to show my parents and brag to my little sister. She had stayed home that day 'cause she was sick.

When I had gotten home, I noticed that the front door was unlocked. I thought nothing of it though. I had gotten a good grade. Nothing was more important than that! AND the cars were in the driveway so they were home." Caleb smiled a sad smile, still trying to throw a little humour... even thought the story was supposed to be a sad one.

"Which was perfect. 'Cause then I'd be able to tell both of them at the same time. But dad's shoes weren't by the front door like they usually were.

After I dropped my backpack on the sofa, I headed upstairs and the second thing I noticed was that their bedroom door at the end of the hall ... it was cracked. They hardly ever left their bedroom door open.

At that moment, I had been a little suspicious. I watched a lot of scary movies when I was younger so I started thinking. Like ... what if a werewolf had attacked my parents? I mean, at the time it made sense because no one was making a noise. The house was eerily quiet. No tv. No voices. The AC wasn't even on. And I could've sworn a heard something that sounded like a wild dog shuffling around in their room."

Minho looked over at Caleb, who had his eyes closed as if he was really trying to remember what happened.

Now ... Minho wouldn't admit it, but he had hoped that Caleb would tell the short story. Simply because he didn't want to feel bad for making the younger reminisce in bad moments. But here he was ... telling the story from the start.

"I entered the bedroom. And I don't recall feeling afraid or sad. More so confused. Because there my mum was lying on the bed, their usually off-white sheets drenched in blood. Blood stained her scrubs ... my mother was a doctor. I guess she had been getting ready to go to work. But she never made it that day.

And it must've just happened. Because I remember smelling the awfully dry, metallic smell of blood infused with mum's sweet perfume. Horrible combination. But the scent is still stuck in my head. I cautiously walked over to her and hesitated to touch her. Her hand had been a little warm. But not as warm as it had been when she held my cheeks and kissed my forehead that morning before I entered the school building.

I looked at my dad who had been lying on the floor with the revolver loosely clutched in his slightly dirty hand. The same hand that had patted my head before rushing me off into the school building. My dad had been a mechanic. He owned his family's car shop and he often came home from work with dirty fingers. But me and my sister didn't care. Whenever he came home we were just happy to see him. Like puppies flocking to their owner after not seeing them for a few hours.

There was a hole in the side of his head that slowly leaked out the blood, continuing to stain the already stained carpet beneath him.

I didn't even get to check on my sister. Because before I knew it, police officers were pulling me out of the house. I didn't know what happened ... It all just happened so unexpectedly..."

Minho could see the tears starting to roll down his lover's cheeks. Caleb quickly wiped them before continuing.

"That morning, I had said a few teasing words to my sister before my parents walked me to school. They did that often. If they could both walk me, they would." He drew in a controlled breath. But you could tell he was barely holding onto the control he had. "And then I came home so excited to see everyone only to see that they were dead ...

I never even got to let my sister know that I loved her."

And that had been the breaking point for Caleb. He began to bawl his pretty brown eyes out, Minho immediately pulling him into a tight embrace to let him know that he wasn't alone.

"Do you know what happened?"

"Yes. My father was a schizophrenic. He had been taking medicine for it since he was younger. And then he had started taking it less when he got together with my mum. When they decided that they wanted to have a baby, he stopped taking it all together. After I was born, he had started to take the medicine again, He had taken it up until that year. I never actually knew he had schizophrenia. I just thought he was a silly guy who was joking every time he said he liked to talk to the family cat.

He had been off his medicine since the beginning of that year. And I guess he just snapped in June ...

Police say that he killed my mum, my sister and then himself." There was a pause ...

"You know, sometimes I feel as though they're still here. Like I can feel them. When I'm sad, I can feel my mum's nails scratching my scalp. Or I can hear one of my dad's corny jokes ringing in my head. And when I screw up, I can hear my younger sister calling me an idiot." He shrugged.

"Maybe I just don't want to forget them. So I remember small stuff like that." He laughed sadly.

The younger opened his teary eyes and peered up at Minho, who offered a small comforting smile before saying, "If you would've just told the shorter version, we wouldn't have this problem right now."

Caleb pondered his words for a moment. They were true in some way. But the older asked. So Caleb thought he really wanted to know.

"Fuck you, you fucking dick. I was trying to open up to you. Next time, I'll just keep everything to myself. How about that?"

And before Minho realise what was happening, Caleb had left, deciding to trade in the comfort of the sofa for the comfort of his home studio.

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Hmmm ... think this is the longest chapter I've written for this story.

Double thumbs up! Hahahahahaha I'll stop.