Crashing In To You

CHAPTER ONE
Roads and Strangers

Luke's POV

I can't count how many days I have never eaten. Was it three days or about a week? I don't really know. It seems like watching these cars pass by in to the road goes forever.

I have asked several passengers by of course, but unfortunately, they see me like a dying beggar who will spread diseases if they touch me. It hurts inside. You ask nicely and people would just throw you off.

Tsk.

Well, I can't blame them really. I haven't taken a single water on my body and I probably smells like a dump that hasn't been taken for a long time. Or maybe worse than that. And my eyes are red and puffy from the lack of sleep and coldness.

For my clothes, it's still decent like there are no holes and scratches, just a bunch of dirt smudges then and there. Unlike my shorts, been ripped off by some stray cats when I am passed out.

To be honest, the longer I stayed outside here, the greater I become scared of people. I was the type of guy who is really queit and reserved. I took care of myself, every inch of my body, I took care of it. But, I have no idea why I ended up being the most grossiest creature.

Right, after I came out as gay.

Typically, my parents aren't found of homosexuals and queer stuffs. Heck, they swear as if they had done wrong to them. For me, it was actually 'just' perfect because it is the real you who are not afraid to show the pride within.

In our village, gays don't exist. If there are, they are called 'disappointment' and just a hole-filler in a society. I don't get it, but that is ten times worse for a closeted gay, like myself.

However, I am no longer that scared closeted man who spends his life inside the drawers. Sometimes, life is just about luckiness. If you hit a jackpot, for sure, you will be accepted. But for a strong me who stood up and tell them the scariest line, "I'm gay", it sometimes doesn't worth it.

I got kicked out, (unbelievable up to that day happened), and here I am, sleeping on the streets and joining few homeless men.

I wrapped up the stitched-off blanket I found on the dumpster into my body, especially my bare legs as I inhale the warm feeling I am getting. It may not be the same embrace from my parents, but I'm glad something can protect me.

With my eyes closed, I listen peacefully to the cars, together with the crickets, and focus on dozing off. Insomnia isn't on my list, but ever since I started living here, I adapted it quickly.

'Focus, Luke. Sleep for me.' I chanted like a hopeless guy mentally. No matter how I tell myself that, it seems not to work. My head is pounding and my eyes are bawling out. I tried to bare with the uneasy feeling, but I'm not sure if one day I could hold it any longer.

'Would mom and dad care right now?'

'Would they panic if they saw me sleeping on the streets?'

'And... would they care if I die?"

"No!" I shoot my eyes open and shook my head. This isn't the time to think, not even that I am trying to get a hold of my state. "I need to occupy myself."

Standing up and bringing the blanket with me, the convenience store that opens every ten in the night greeted me and all I could do os stare outside from the transparent glass.

The lady from inside recognizes me since that I always stare at the inside from the glass wall. She is also like the strangers who gives nasty glare. I wasn't even going to touch her, I was only here to try out if she has free taste or something.

"Scram!" She yelled with a broom stick, threathening me. I sighed and walked, not far away from the store so I could consume my stomach even if it's only the bread scent.

My stomach grumbled for the nth time and it looks like I am having constipation. I was finding timing for the lady to come out and maybe steal when she is not looking. Still, I have dignity.

I was squeezing myself so the hunger could fade away. . . until there is that loud motorcycle driver who thinks that they rule the road themselves and never have the shame to slow down their engine. I hate those. They are also the reason why I am afraid to sleep. It could attack you senseless.

I didn't bother to open my eyes due to constant constipation. But blocks away from the bench I am sitting and the bakery store, I hear conversations. It's the lady and probably the motorcycle driver who will order.

Lucky, he had money while I didn't bring anything with me except my whole body.

"Oye, estas bien? Te ves estreñido." I heard a muffled voice coming from a man and that's the time I looked up. I can't really see his face because he's wearing a helmet.

"Pardon?" I said formally instead of 'wait, what?'. He sounds like he came from another planet. Perhaps another country.

"Oh, silly me." Then he laughed. For me, he looks ridiculous in his helmet while laughing. The heck? "I always forget that I am in London. Let me rephrase that, are you okay? You look constipated."

Suddenly, I forgot the pain and hunger. Ever since I stayed on the road, homeless, someone had actually asked me. "O-oh, uhm, I..." Damn, can't even speak. I blame my introvert personality.

"Take this," he handed me a paper bag. "I saw you struggling from far away and thought you are dying. I knew you are homeless, so I bought small snacks to fill your stomach."

I gasped. "Y-you don't h-have too..." Lie, you are almost dying from hunger.

"It's nothing big." He said and I couldn't point his expression with his ridiculous helmet still on. "Sorry, I can't stay for long. I have to go home." And then, he scrambled up going to his loud motorcycle. "See you?" He turned back.

"Uh, okay... See you, again..." I said, unsure if we will meet again. I knew it is impossible since I am moving out in this place and look for another somewhere comfortable.

"Frio!" He gave a thumbs up and I watched him drive off that stupid, loud motorcycle ruling the road without having an idea what he just said. I won't forget him though. He just bought me snacks and I can eat, finally!

Hmm... I hope we could meet again...

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A/N: Lots of grammar and spelling mistakes. Feel free to point em out :p

--aesthepeach