He Doesn't Treat You Right (UNEDITED)(W.I.P)

CHAPTER - 2

Twenty minutes after Type came to bed Tharn heard his soft snores.
The drummer picked up his phone from the bedside table and headed into the smaller bedroom which he had turned into his study cum music room. It was sound proofed so that the cacophony of his drums and his guitar wouldn't disturb anyone including Type when he was in the middle of one of his writing, composing, brainstorming sessions. Right now it provided him a safe place from where he could call Lhong.
His best friend picked up on the third ring and greeted him with, "He didn't apologize."
Tharn could only whimper.
Lhong huffed, "I already told the guys that band practice was canceled for this weekend. So go home and get some proper rest Tharn."
"Okay... ," Tharn whispered.
"I'll see you in class Tuesday bright and early." Lhong instructed cheerfully.
"Okay... ," Tharn whispered again.
"Good night buddy. Sweet Dreams! And remember San and I are just a phone call away."
"Thank you and G...good night." Tharn replied and cut off the call.

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Tharn left at the first light of dawn the next morning leaving behind a post it that read -

Going home.
Will be back Tuesday.
Tharn.

Concise and to the point sans emotions.

He left quickly and quietly without a backward glance just as Type had left him in the bar the previous night.

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That night as he climbed into his bed and snuggled under the duvet in his childhood home he let out a happy sigh followed by a contented belch, a roaring compliment to his wonderful mother's amazing culinary skills.
It was good to be home, cocooned in love and safety.
After some hesitation he picked up his cellphone off his night table and connected to the WiFi.
Line messages popped up instantly in quick succession
Ignoring all he opened his chat with Type. There were only two

9:10 am Saw the note Asshole.

9:10 am  Great! The bed is all mine for four nights. Lucky me!

Now that he had taken off his rose tinted glass he realized what he would pass off as Type's childish immaturity was nothing but simple self-centered selfishness.

Tharn had bent over backwards to accommodate Type's behavioral 'quirks' ever since Type had confided in him with his painful history. But there had to be a limit to how much leeway one could give. In his enthusiasm to please Type he was losing himself. Today was the first time in months that he had eaten meals which he actually liked.
It was High time he put his foot down and put himself first.

Heeding Lhong's instructions he turned off his cellphone for the rest of his stay at home and focused  on spending time with his family.
Chased Thanaya around the lawn in a game of tag, held tea parties with her, help her rearranged the furniture in her Doll house and in the evenings played the piano along with her.
Joined P'Thorn and his dad in their car restoration project.
Helped his mom in planting tomatoes and cucumbers in her kitchen garden.
All in all he had a restful four day vacation where no body yelled or cursed at him, called him names or threatened him in anyway.
In fact when Tuesday morning arrived he found himself blinking back tears as he waved at his family as he climbed into his car to head back to the university.

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Lhong jumped on him literally and hugged him tightly as soon as Tharn entered the lecture hall.
Pulling away, Lhong looked at him intently before giving him a happy smile and commented, "Good to see you looking well fed and well rested."

"You aren't going to scold me for turning off my phone?" Tharn as in surprise
"Nope. I knew where you were. And if I really needed you I could just contact P'Thorn. So No, I am not going to hold it against you."
"Thanks Lhong,"
"So how are you feeling mentally and physically."
"Still in pain physically, mentally I am better too taking a step back helped me analyze and understand that I cannot pay penance for someone else's crime." was Tharn's immediate response.