Twisted

Chapter Twenty-six: Oops

Callum's POV
Chapter Twenty-six: Oops
*edited*

All week there had been so many things on my mind I felt like I was about to explode.

There was so much shit happening. So much and it was... all of it was overwhelming.

My sister hadn't contacted anybody, and after what my dad did I didn't blame her. Of course I couldn't blame her. But she was... she was gone. My little baby sister was fucking gone.

And there was so much guilt, in every inch of my body there was guilt.

The house smelt like the epitome of a hot box. Men and women I didn't know were over 24/7 smoking weed and tobacco. There was so much of everything, everywhere. Alcohol, piss, vomit just all over the place. And, for once in my life, I was trying so hard to keep it clean.

Every night there was screaming and yelling and hitting and fighting. And I was so tired.

Craner was stressing me the fuck out, constantly calling. Constantly being fucking drunk as if- as if he had become a fucking substance abuser now too.

I kissed fucking Josh and now every time I fucking looked at him it filled me with the deepest amount of guilt because- well because I fucking wanted to do it again.

Every living cell in my body wanted things to be okay.

It wanted it so bad. I wanted it.

I just want to be out of the damn house. I just wanna laugh again.

I want to talk to Josh. But I want to leave him out of it.

I want Josh to be my best friend like normal, but I get all weird and clammy around him.. And I want to be closer to him but also as far away as possible. I want him to comfort me but also treat me like garbage so I have an excuse to avoid him.

It wasn't even confusion at this point it was just being so overwhelmed with every little thing that it just left me numb.

So numb I couldn't think, I couldn't eat or sleep or shower.

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Josh' POV

This was it. Callum in the drivers seat, windows down, music blasting, snacks in the front, wind blowing through your hair. This was the vibe.

Callum wasn't all frowns now, every once in awhile he'd turn the music down to make a joke and then chuckle like it was the funniest thing he'd ever said before turning the music back up.

We'd been driving for only an hour. Stopping at a gas station with our masks on to get more snacks and drinks before getting back on the road again.

Callum was yelling out song lyrics and I was duet-ing. We were jamming...

Until four hours later and Callum's truck broke down.

Callum looked absolutely shocked. And somewhat offended from it.

We were in the middle of a parking lot, Callum had pulled into once his car started making weird noises.