Glitter and Hate

Running and Broken Wishes

Caleb opened the front door and stormed to his car. He was beyond angry. He was feeling too much. He dropped into his seat and slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He needed to talk to someone, he needed to let the anger out but he couldn't. Caleb turned his car on and whipped out of the driveway without looking behind him. Someone honked but he didn't care. He just slammed the gear into drive and sped towards his house.

He made it home in record time but faltered when he pulled into the driveway. There were a couple of cars already there. Ruth must have invited some friends over. He wasn't in the mood to deal with more people so he turned his car around. He was back on the road, driving away when Dyson jumped out in front of his car. Caleb slammed on his brakes and let out a few choice curses.

"Get out of my way, Dyson," Caleb said through his rolled-down window.

"No." Dyson stood his ground. He had been just as surprised to find Caleb at Adrian's but he had held it together. He had simply taken Beth's keys and chased after Caleb. Dyson would have just let him go, but he couldn't. He had seen the wild look in Caleb's eyes. He was losing it. He had finally snapped and Dyson couldn't let him do whatever he was going to do if left alone.

"Get out of the fucking way!" Caleb revved his engine but Dyson stayed put.

"Let me in." Dyson finally said.

"I'll hit you." Caleb inched forward.

"Fuck this." Dyson sprinted forward and reached inside so quickly that Caleb couldn't react before Dyson already had his keys in his hand, and his car was off.

"Give me my keys," Caleb demanded.

"Scoot over." Dyson could be just as stubborn if not more and they both knew it. After what felt like a lifetime but was probably closer to a minute the staring contest ended and Caleb grumpily stepped over the middle console and got in the passenger side.

Dyson was inwardly relieved until Caleb got out of his car and slammed the door. Before Dyson could react Caleb was running. Dyson could have run after him but he didn't need to. He knew exactly where Caleb was running to, as well as what he was running form.

"Don't worry. I'll move your car out of the road." Dyson muttered as he got into the car. It felt so strange, like when you found a once forgotten pair of jeans that still fit but didn't match who you were anymore. He put the key in the ignition and started to drive.

Dyson thought about what he was going to say while he drove to the tree. After the five-minute drive, he felt no more prepared than he had over the past four months. He considered just driving home, but the conversation was long overdue. He waited a few minutes then finally got out when he saw Caleb in the distance.

"Don't run." He said as he approached the tree where Caleb was sitting, breathing hard.

"Leave."

"No."

Dyson waited for Caleb to say something more, but he stayed silent. He didn't step any closer, worried that Caleb would bolt again, but he breathed loudly so Caleb couldn't act like he wasn't there. Eventually, Caleb stood up and turned towards Dyson somehow without looking at him.

"About that night," Dyson said and saw Caleb flinch at his words.

"I didn't tell anyone," Caleb whispered so quietly that Dyson was sure that he didn't mean to say it out loud.

"I know." Dyson frowned. He had to force himself to not run to Caleb. All he wanted to do was to hold him. He was wanted to push the darkness away, but first, they had to delve into it. You can't find the stars until the sun sets and only with the light of the stars can your mind open up to the possibility of something more.