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Problem L | Prevention Gone Wrong
Prevention is better than cure, isn’t it?
So, the morning of the day of the game, I was a nervous, scared wreck. So I found myself standing in front of the closed door of the Mellark household.
I hadn’t called before hand so Houston had no idea I was here.
I was beginning to doubt myself and was about to turn around and go back home when Avery clicked open the door and excitedly pulled me into a hug, “Clover!”
She was very happy to see me apparently.
“Hey Avery, is Houston home?”
“He’s asleep. You should go wake him up. Oh, and bring him down for breakfast too!” She called before pushing me towards the stairs.
Upon reaching his door, I knocked slightly and saw the door was open, I let myself in. I didn’t think Houston would mind. I was sitting on the bed when I heard the shower turn off. And then Houston came out, and...he screamed.
I almost fell off the bed in a laughing fit. Houston had his hand on his heart, as he gasped in shock. “Clover! Heart patient, remember?” He exclaimed quietly.
My laughter seized, and I was then profusely apologizing. “Hey, relax. It was a joke.”
I frowned, “It’s not a joke Houston. I’m really sorry I did that. I should’ve never startled you. You could’ve...”
“HoneyCakes, it’s alright. It was too soon to joke about it anyway.” I was about to protest but he changed the subject. “So what are you doing here, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“You shouldn’t joke about it at all.”
He apologized again after I said that before he came up to me and buried his head in my neck, giving mean wet hug...which reminds me, he was in a towel!
My cheeks were suddenly hiring red with the realization. The only thing separating my eyes from it was his towel. I was so flushed, that I stuttered, “H-Houston, what are you doing...you...”
I felt his finger glide over to my lips, he shh’d me, and my breath hitched feeling warm breath blow on my skin. And then, bliss when I felt his tongue on my skin and then, he sucked. I couldn’t help a moan from escaping.
We were both lost until Avery’s call made me jump away, totally flushed. So much so that I couldn’t meet his green eyes but I knew he held a smirk on his face. Embarrassed, I ran out of his room, hearing his booming laugh behind me.
I reached the end of the hallways where I knew was Houston’s parent’s bedroom was. It felt awfully awkward to be standing in front of their room but I had to do this.
When I had come to Houston’s house unannounced, I had no doubt in my mind about what I had to do, what I was going to do. I was going to tell his father to go easy on him due to his heart condition. I knew Houston would hate me, he was detest me but I wouldn't lose him to a game.
But now, I was quivering with doubts.
I thought I should turn back and let tonight go as it was supposed to go and then I thought what if tonight didn't end well for either of us? I was perplexed.
But then, I didn't have a choice. When the door in front of me opened abruptly, I was caught off guard. My eyes grew wide looking at Mr. Mellark as he gave me a smile.
“Clover, did you need something?”
Was I just about to snitch on my boyfriend?
“Uh, yes.”
...
I hurried towards the door before Houston could see because if he saw me, he would have so many questions. Questions I didn’t want to answer.
As I ran away, I heard yelling through the walls of the house. I halted for a mere second, wanting to run back and make sure Houston was alright. But I felt like I had a choice to make, I could stay or I could lose it all.
I ran.
It wasn’t until I reached my house, all panting and gasping for air did I stop. I let myself in, and I didn't see anything new. The place was a mess. Liquor bottles, broken and shattered. Walls stained with alcohol, or is this time it's whiskey?
I was lost.
I had come home to this for years now, everyday. But this time, it was different. I was at loss.
I didn't know where to go from here. And so came the tears. The utter thought of helplessness and hopelessness. My buzzing of my phone pulled me out of my despair, I answered it.
“Andy...I—”
Andy said words, only half of which registered in my head. It's not fair, I wanted to cry.
Every bad memory comes rushing back to my head and then comes every good memory. All the bad, wasn't worth losing all the good I could have.
I believe, it was a little too late.
Houston's game for the night, I wouldn't be there for him. I wouldn't be cheering on him. I would be hurting him.
