Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

46: Karma

Caleb

For the rest of the night, I just stayed in Finn's bed, feeling nautious.

It was probably around 4am and I was laid out on my friend's bed, right arm draped across my stomach whilst the left one was curled around Finn's shoulders, pads of my fingers rotating in small circles over the younger boys skin.

Finn had been asleep for a good few hours, and for the duration I had just kept close to him, stared blankly at the wall in front of me and tried to keep pushing down the bouts of anger that washed through me.

It was hard though, because all it took was a moment of thinking about this Nick guy, and the things he'd done to Finn and then my blood was fucking boiling, hissing beneath my skin until my nerves were just itching, fists clenching tight and muscles straining.

It just made me feel sick, physically sick that this guy had wanted to hurt Finn.
And it made my stomach churn even more to think that I hadn't been there to keep an eye on him.

Though, it had been a date, and it probably just transpired after a few hours what a creep this guy was, so there wasn't much I could have done, even if I had walked Finn to the bar.

If I really wanted to feel terrible, I could start to think of how after the younger boy had stormed off, I'd almost just let my bad mood get the better of me and turned my phone off, left Finn there all alone to figure out his way home.

The thought that I had been so close to doing that honestly made me want to vomit, because what if this Nick guy had followed Finn? What if he'd followed and cornered him, trapped him somewhere? What if Finn couldn't have run? What if he'd had roofies in his drink?

I closed my eyes, shut them tight until it was all black because I didn't want to think about any more "what-ifs?", not ever.

I just wanted to count myself lucky that I had kept my phone on, that I hadn't let my temper make me do something that could've ended so, so badly.
And it wasn't an exaggeration either, just how terribly it might've ended.

I loved Finn, I really did, the whole non-platonic aspect of that aside. He was my best friend first and foremost. And while I knew more than anyone that I could be a real dick, I never ever wanted anyone to hurt Finn, because he just didn't deserve that.

It was hypocritical seeing as I'd acted so shitty toward him in past, made him cry and even want to cut me off.

But the thought of anyone hurting Finn physically just made me want to go crazy, made me want to rip apart each and everyone that had ever dared to lay a hand on him, beat them all to within an inch of their lives.

They were dark thoughts, but I couldn't get away from them.

I'd never really felt such strong protection over another person before, but it was hitting me hard and fast now, square in the gut and it was hard to keep myself under control.

The only thing stopping me from getting in my car, driving to where I had picked Finn up, and fucking that guy up, was the boy curled up against me, sleeping soundly after hours of coaxing from me.

I had never ever seen Finn so frightened or hysterical in all of our time together, and it soothed the itch under my skin just a fraction knowing that he was at least calm now.

The skin around his eyes was still red and puffy, and the way he held onto the hem of my shirt tightly just showed how the things that had happened today had affected him, but at least he was sleeping now, and soundly by the looks of things.

It just made me sad to look at him though, because Finn just looked so lost, pretty much curled in the fetal position to make himself as small as possible.