F*cking cliché

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'Good morning sleeping beauty.'

I groan when the lights in the room turns on and the warm blanket gets separated from my body.

'Let me sleep,' I mumble as I try to get the blankets back.
'Look I would have but I can't call your work and be like "Yea he's hurt, he's not coming". You need to do that yourself, because otherwise they'll know you're here,' he explains.
'Fine.. I'll forgive you for waking me up.'

He laughs and hands me my phone so I can call.

And that's what I do, I call my work and explain how I got hurt and want to rest today.. luckily they understand.

'Alright.. do you want to have breakfast with me or sleep a bit longer?' 'I'm to awake to sleep now.'
'Breakfast it is.. come and get your pretty little butt out of bed.'

'

'So what do you want to eat?'
'What do you have to offer?' I reply.
'Isn't my body enough for you?'
'Isn't your ego enough for ten people?'

I flinch when his hand forms around my chin and he forces me to look upwards.

I prepare to either get yelled at or punched but he squeezes my cheek and releases me again.

'And now seriously, what do you want to eat?' 'Bacon.'
'So you're a bacon boy?'
'What are you even saying?' I ask.
'You're no fun,' he mumbles.
'I wasn't intending to be fun.'

He shakes his head and walks towards the kitchen.

'

'So..I was meant to ask you..'
'If it's about my back you can shut it.'
'Calum.. jeez calm your ass down,' he replies, 'I wanted to ask you if your family doesn't celebrate thanksgiving.'
'I don't know, whether they do or not I won't be there.' 'Why is that?'
'It's complicated.'

He sits down next to me and puts a plate in front of me.

'Well.. it doesn't matter if I'm late at work so.. tell me,' he responds.
'My father would throw a way to big party if his wife didn't stop him,' I sigh, 'My mom will try to throw a party and invite my dad and his wife and believe me I don't even want to be there.' 'Hold up.. your dad remarried but.. your mom came after him and still invites him to parties?'

I laugh awkwardly as I start fiddling around with my fingers.

'I wish it were just invites. They still, you know, share the bed and it's gross and it makes me sick to think my own father is basically cheating on his wife and I hate how his new wife doesn't know and even she hates me and I get the feeling it's all my fault since my mom and dad would still be together if it wasn't for me and they would've been happy now and I get the feeling that I mess up everything they have by existing and andIJustWantTo..'

'Holy shit Calum shut up,' he presses his hand on my mouth to stop my rambling, 'Stop with saying everything is your fault, your mom hates you simply because you were born as a boy, there's nothing you could've done to change that.
It's not your fault Calum.'

I feel how he puts his hand on top of mine.

'Darling, don't blame yourself for things you didn't do.' 'But I started everything by being born,' I mumble.
'Calum stop it and eat your breakfast.'
'I'm not a fast eater,' I mumble.

'

'Look I'm sorry but.. I really need to go to work now. Send me a text if you need something.. uhm yea have fun trying to entertain yourself.'
'I think I'll manage just fine.'
'If you break something I'll break your fingers,' he says with a crooked smile. 'And what if it's an accident?'

He chuckles quietly and shake his head.

'You better have a good story ready.'
'I have all day to come up with one right?' I reply with the same crooked smile he had.

'I'll miss your replies today.'
'Take me with you,' I mumble.
'Calum? Are you okay? You didn't actually fell onto your head last night right?' He responds. 'No I didn't.'
'Darling you're hurt.. why would you want to come with me? voluntary?'
'I'm doing fine!'

He takes a hold of one of my hands.

'Darling.. don't act like I don't see you limping around, don't assume I don't notice how you hold your shoulder firmly when you try to move it, don't think I don't know that every bold move you make hurts you.'
'Levi please..'
'Calum there's nothing for you to find out there, just.. forget the part where you want to get information to be a big boy and focus on your own well-being,' he squeezes my hand lightly, 'If I take you with me and you get hurt.. I can't fix you up until I get home besides.. I don't think I can even take you home. So Calum please just lay down on the couch, watch some movies and let your body rest.'

'Fine!' I roll my eyes,' If that makes you happy.' 'It will.'

'Don't yell at me when something is broken,' I mumble.
'Oh I definitely will.' 'We'll see.'

'Oh by the way.. if you want to go home for some reason just send me a text and I'll tell you where the keys are, no need to break my locks this time.'

I nod and watch the man leave the house.

He changed into such a carrying person now that I was here and hurt by someone else. It was surprising.. but I'm definitely not complaining.