Locked Away | DAMON BGT

Our Turn

Around nine o'clock in the night, the tall man's sore and stained body returned home.
As soon as he entered, he finally allowed himself to drag his feet and let himself fall on the cheap green sofa in the hallway.

"Jesus Christ, may someone come to save us..." he said without much stamina.

He gave himself a few minutes of 'rest' before, bravely, deciding to do the math for that tough month.

Simon still couldn't find a job after almost a month, so all the expenses fell on David's efforts and hours of work.

The chestnut man had argued to Cowell that he could do a full shift for six days and take Sunday's afternoons off, something he didn't agree with at all.

'I'm very close to finding a job, just give me time. No one has to sacrifice that way,' he always told him.

What Simon didn't know, is that David did overtime to ignorance of him. David didn't want to risk getting into debt.

"Well, let's see..." he couldn't stop the numbers on the papers from giving him the creeps "maybe, if I don't eat, like today, we can pay and get some savings."

As if his stomach could understand him, it stirred painfully. David let out a vast air of life and lay his head on the bills, on the table.

Feeling the beginning of what could be an anxiety attack, his eyelids drop and he started up to mentally repeat that soon Simon would come, that he could hug him, smooch him, make him his own and everything would be fine.

His mental health was not the best and with these impossible times, it just seemed to make it worse.
Thanks to heaven that he had an inspiration, his rock, the main pillar: his dearest was the only thing that did not let him collapse.

Simon took longer than usual to appear and David was nowhere near falling asleep on the table. Sleep just adopted him when the squeaky door opens.

"I'm home, darling" his cheerful voice refreshed every corner of the house "I brought dinner, Davy, look look!" he says with a small giggle as he shakes the body of his sleepy husband.

"What?" Williams rubs his eyes.

"I brought dinner!"

As soon as David noticed that green-blue package, his eyes opened, totally perplexed, "No, you didn't!"

"Yes, I did!" Simon Cowell's smile widened even more as he saw his now bright brown eyes.

David opens the bag and takes out a loaf of bread.
His mouth watered automatically and it didn't take him a second to take a big bite. The delicious and familiar flavor made him forget all tiredness and put an expression of total pleasure as if his taste buds had had an orgasm.

"Oh my God, I almost forgot how good they were!"

Simon chuckles and kisses his cheek soundly.

Since their financial problems began, the couple had agreed that they would pay more attention to the price of the product than the quality or the brand.
That's why they stopped buying certain things 'somewhat more expensive than normal for the proletariat,' including the bread and biscuits from their favorite bakery.
Nor was it that they were the most expensive in the world, however, buying them meant a total whim.
And they can practically never afford whims.

"So does this mean you've already got a job?" he talks with his mouth full of biscuits.

Simon turns his back to him, washing his hands in the sink "yep, I told you I was very close to".

"That's great... though..."

"What's up?"

"Today was your first day?"

"Um, yes, something like that... rather, for a couple of days, I was working informally there."

David kept seeing his back.
The water in the sink had stopped running.

"Where, exactly?"

"Over there, in the peripheral industries."

"Well... they paid you very nicely for a couple of days, didn't they?"

"Actually, yes, it was our turn to go better!"

Silence reigned for a few moments.
Something didn't fit the situation and so heavy became the atmosphere that David lost the desire to continue eating. His voice, the posture of his shoulders, his no visual contact betrayed something still hidden and the young adult Williams frowned.

"What are you doing?"

"I operate machines, maintenance, as much as I can to get paid more."

David stands up "no, no, I mean what are you doing right now, with me?"

Cowell finally faces him.
"Talking?"

"Are you saving something from me?"

"What makes you think that? I just told you that I already have a job."

"But Simon, I don't think—"

The black-haired one takes his cheeks and exerts a little force for him to bend his head, being the case that he is taller.

"Hey darling, listen to me, don't you think I'm not conscious of the bills and that you haven't been eating to be able to pay? I can't stand it, that's why I've been battling and things have finally come out in our favor. So, believe it, David, believe me, and please eat more."

Simon gives him a quick kiss and as he separates, he walks sideways, making his way between David's body and the table. He walks to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower, will you join me, Davy?"

David was forced to keep all his doubts and speculations to himself, but it didn't avoid that an annoying thorn settled in his heart.

"Of course."