Bed Sheets II

47. Do You Consider Yourself Meaningful

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Eric, with tears dripping from his eyes, stormed inside the home. Neither of them moved, Kyle still peeking from the hallway and Draven watching him step around him to enter the home. His entire face was bright pink, the corner of his forehead had sweat, and his hair was disheveled. It was visible he had not slept a wink during the night from the purple bags under his eyes, and he faced Draven when he entered the home, "Don't tell me you've done this to me."

Draven furrowed his brows, "What have I done to you Eric?"

"You're sleeping with Kyle."

Draven was in disbelief; after all Eric had done, he had the audacity to drive all the way to Draven's home and shout at him for sleeping with Kyle. After all the hardships he had been put through—the bashing online, the fake promises, having sex with him and then leaving the next morning—he was in utter shock that Eric even had the courage to step inside his home to confront him.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Eric?"

"No I'm not kidding you, Draven," he screamed. "I get it, I've hurt you. I know I'm not yet sure of my feelings, but you have no right to sleep with him just to hurt me."

"I promise you, you were not a thought in my mind when I slept with Kyle. Not once did your name cross my mind—"

Eric was livid, wiping his eyes and continuously clearing his throat, "Did you read the damn letter I've sent you? I told you to wait until I got better and get sure of my feelings—"

Draven was in such disbelief that he was hearing this correctly. He leaned towards Eric, "Tell me you're joking."

"Can you take this seriously?!"

"No!" Draven chuckled, "No I can't! Are you mentally sane? I fucking waited five years for you, are you serious?!"

"Draven," Kyle stepped away from his hiding spot when he realized Draven was beyond controllable rage. His shoulders were broadened, his fists were tightened, and he knew one wrong word from Eric could make him see red. "Let's go somewhere else," Kyle suggested, placing himself in between them.

Eric scoffed from behind them, "Look at that, both my sloppy seconds getting together."

"What d'you say to me?" Kyle said coldly.

Eric folded his arms tightly against his chest, "You heard me. I'm sorry both of you were obsessed with me and neither of you were able to satisfy me."

"Then why the fuck are you here?" Draven shouted, glancing over Kyle's shoulder. "Why d'you come all this way to tell me that, as if I'm supposed to care?"

"Right?" Kyle mocked him, "We're fine without you, as you can see."

"You have no one that loves you Eric, and you know whose fault it is? Your own. I took you back after you slandered me on the media and saved you when he beat your ass and you still left!"

"Because I was never in love with you Draven!" Eric screamed back, widening his arms, "That's why I never came back to you for five fucking years!" There were words Eric did not really believe, but he was attempting to hurt Draven as hard as he had been hurt from hearing the news from Kyle. "You weren't good enough in any aspects of your life! You have no friends other than your employees, no one really gives a fuck about you and you wonder why?!"

Draven was taken aback, and his face softened, twisting into hurt. His lips tightened into a line and he kept his silence, listening to every word Eric was saying.

"I used you; you got my name in the media and when I realized that I didn't need you anymore, I left to find someone better. I promised to come back just in case I didn't. You made me co-author, that was a golden ticket for my success."

Draven was choking up tears, unsure what to say next. He had never imagined hearing those things from Eric, and as it's always been told, the truth comes out in moments of anger. 

"Then what about all the times..." he had difficult speaking, and he cleared his throat, "the times you begged me to be with you." His voice ended in whispers, cooling too hard.

To which Eric scoffed, "Like you said before, we had sex and then I left the next morning. I said you were an abuser on television, I went back to Kyle after he hit me—do you still consider yourself meaningful?" He saw his words begin to stab Draven, "You really think I could even come close to loving someone like you?"

Draven thought he was going to have a heart attack, Erica's words echoing in his mind and he could not relieve himself of his voice.

Kyle was much more focused on Draven who was staring at the floor, closed off into his thoughts. There was only heavy breathing that could be heard, Eric furiously wiping his eyes and waiting for an answer.

He had not expected such answer from Draven.

Instead of saying anything, Draven raised his head, stared at Eric for a moment before aggressively gripping Kyle's face and burying his lips against Kyle's. They fell into a make-out, Draven knowing that it was going to throw Eric into a rage.

And it had, since Eric stomped his feet towards them, successfully pried Draven apart from Kyle, and when Draven finally faced him, he swung his hand and decked him in the jaw.

Eric was someone Draven had loved once upon a time, which was why Draven would never lay his hands on him. However, he had always thought Eric would have the same respect for him.

When he redressed his face, Draven pointed to the cheek Eric had hit and in a cold hiss, said, "You hit me, Valence." It was then that Eric's face softened. "This is the second time you hit me." Draven's eyes filled with tears, "I never laid my hands on you, and I never will. But for you to be able to do that to me, it means you were right—I never meant anything to you."

"What the..." They heard a voice from the front and only Kyle glanced in that direction.